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The Khiladi Factor
Formula for a successful reality show? Simple - Hire a celebrity. But not just any celebrity, a Bollywood superstar. Really, it’s that simple provided you have the monetary means to do so.
And to mark their entry into the competitive Indian television industry, COLORS has managed to just do that. Box-office action hero, Akshay Kumar is all set to make his small parda debut with reality show - Fear Factor Khatron Ke Khiladi. If I am not mistaken, this is basically a revival of desi-Fear Factor, which once upon a time was aired on AXN and hosted by what’shisface Mukul Dev.
Supermaan Chora Aur Spider(w)maan Chamiyaa
*Not for the faint hearted.
Anything and everything you look here is wrong. Catastrophe, I say. Okay maybe they got the wind factor but that’s about it. As a complete Superman buff I am appalled. But then one glance at ex hero no. 1 cum once-upon-a-time politician’s past-present fashion taste (if one may call it so), the above disaster isn’t all that surprising.
And for Ms. Katkar, anything said is less. Well that’s cause there isn’t much to say about her Bollywood career at least. Her stint in the industry was much like blink-n-u-miss kinds but role playing seemed to be her forte – She started off with playing desi ape man’s very much desi Jane and signed off with as the Jhuma Chuma aunty.
BTW I am most offended by the ‘side hip thrusting’ movement in scene 1.01 and ‘I am a bird’ bit in scene 3.16 and the ‘hop-n-squat’ movement in scene 2.36 and, uff dunk it me too grumpy to write further.
[Ps – On a similar note, check out apna Southie version of Thriller. Scary shitts no doubt.]
When Kiran Met Karen : Master Piece or Just For Titillation?
It’s quite amusing if one takes a look at recent times Lezzy (lesbian) films with an Indian sub-context. Actually No. Let me rephrase this.
Watching the (only) two Lezzy films from mainstream Hindi cinema was an amusing experience, at least for me. I’m referring to Deepa Mehta’s Fire (1998), and blink-and-you-missed-it, Karan Razdan’s Girlfriend (2004). Of course, the two films differed widely in terms of storyline, direction, and other production aspects. Let’s not even go into difference in the acting department.
However the common thread between the two is this: Both films needed a reason for lesbianism. Homosexuality had to be explained and given a valid raison d’etre: the lead characters of both films were abused, sexually and emotionally, by members of the opposite sex, therefore they turned to other women for ‘solace’.
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Bray-King News !
Breaking News … CBI cordons off Sector 25 in Noida, breaking News, Lie detector Test on Krishna, Rama, Kumbhkarna. I am not able to find more characters to the string of names which come up on everyday news stories these days. The news items only pertain to Neeraj Grover’s gruesome murder or Aarushi and Hemant’s mystery. Or for a change cops charged for raping a woman, and the woman killing herself for not being heard by the Haryana Police.
I would rather the news channels dedicate their prime time for news which has more sense, than some botched up investigative cases which are of no consequence for people far across India. Instead, what these channels bring on the idiot boxes for all of us is nothing but Breaking News, which either has to do with cordoning off, lie detector tests or suicide which maybe murder. I shudder to think what the new age, impressionable children and teenagers are being fed with as far as news is concerned.
Thoughts On Aamir
(*Warning : Some spoilers ahead)
Here’s the thing about Aamir – by the end of the movie, I wanted it to end, so I could leave the hall. But, doesn’t that mean the film wasn’t good? Actually, it was, very very good. As the film twisted and turned through the narrow galies of Dongri and Mohammed Ali Road, I was left thinking, how uneasily the notion, ‘we don’t write our own fate’ sits on me.
The script is tight and the direction (for a first timer) is great. It begins on a plane, and follows the protagonist Aamir Ali, through the few hours after he alights from the flight from London. The airport immigration officer checking his luggage four times ostensibly because he’s a Muslim foreign-returned doctor is a bit exaggerated. Class and education still continue to have a hold over our consciousness no matter how many ‘terrorists’ have been found to possess degrees.
