Thursday, December 21, 2006

Rajnikant's French Act

Believe me - one of the biggest French blockbusters this year features Tamil superstar Rajnikant - in kung-fu mode. Read more here

Sunday, December 17, 2006


Is it just me or are there too many blogs closing down recently? Jay's shutting down. So is Codelust. AB is mulling a break. War for News is a no-show. What's happening guys?

My Dad the Murderer

There he goes again. Killing hundreds of innocent beings with that new electronic insect killer he just bought. This something-that-looks-like-a-badminton-racket is hell on earth for poor defenceless bugs.

Those metal bars in the middle send tiny volts of electricity into the insects it comes into contact with and the poor creatures - literally - drop like flies.

Dad's thinking he's Prakash Padukone reincarnated - playing, zapping, torturing - deriving sadistic pleasure. And why am I so concerned. Well, Maneka Gandhi might just get a heart attack.

Was Daddy-Long-Legs the first blog?

I am ashamed to admit this but I had never read Daddy-Long-Legs. Until now, that is (Thanks to Daily Lit, a website which sends books bit by bit into your email inbox)

Daddy-Long-Legs is a 1912 novel by an American writer Jean Webster, written in the form of letters. It follows the protagonist, a young girl named Jerusha "Judy" Abbott, through her college years. She writes the letters to her benefactor, a rich man whom she has never seen. (from
I loved Daddy-Long-Legs. It is so much like a blog - the world's first ever blog. Imagine this girl writing letters to someone she doesn't know. She discusses everything with him - her life at college, philosophy, politics, etc. - knowing she will never receive an answer. And yet she knows that the letters are being read.

So much like a modern-day blogger venting his feelings into cyberspace unsure if anyone will read it and comment. Okay, forgive me - it's a far-fetched comparison but do read Daddy-Long-Legs (if you haven't already) and you might just understand what I'm talking about.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

What Baabul? Call me Buddy

I can't believe this movie wasn't titled 'Buddy' - that's how father-and-son Amitabh Bachchan and Salman Khan keep referring to each other throughout this predictable film with a widow-remarriage theme. Ravi Chopra suffers from a Baghban hangover and tries to replicate its success here. And fails.

The first half is the syrupy-sweet half of a Karan Johar flick - with its loving family and designer parties and you keep wondering why you weren't born into a family like that.

America-returned Salman (he returns after 7 years, a possible take on the saat janam ka saath theme) woos golf-enthusiast Rani. A few cups of tea and golf lessons later, the couple receive the blessings of Bachchan and Hema Malini and settle down to a lifetime of family life.


Salman gets run down by a car while coming back to his young son's birthday party (apparently he was never taught in school to look left-right-left while crossing roads).

Enter Rani weeping. She's been doing that for ages now (Black, KANK) and we're tired of those tears streaming down her eyes. The widowed daughter-in-law bothers Big B and he strives for ways to make the roses in her garden bloom again. He turns to John Abraham, Rani's childhood friend who still cherishes a secret love for her.

From then on, the film trudges on towards its destined end. Throw in a few villains (Read extended family of tauji Om Puri, Aman Varma and Parmeet Sethi) to preach about how bringing widows to a wedding and getting them married brings bad luck. Sarika frowns and weeps in her guest appearance as Bachchan's long-widowed sis-in-law. She's not alone - Hema weeps, Rani weeps, John weeps, Big B weeps and in the end even Om Puri (when he suddenly decides he has sinned by berating widows) can't help shedding a few tears.

On second thoughts, this film is still worth a watch despite its storyline. Music by Aadesh Shrivastav is surprisingly of the non-grating variety. Big B turns playback singer with his sterling rendition of Kehta hai Baabul. Salman is his usual effervescent self, Hema Malini is as regal as ever, even John impresses in downcast-lover mode.

On the flipside, we have some shoddy costume designing. Rani looks like a parrot in some scenes while the very sight of John in white trousers and white shoes would send shivers down Jeetendra's spine. Thank God Ravi Chopra is now directing a comedy - I am just about sick of didactic movies trying to change society.

As for audience reactions, the usual suspects - middle-aged aunties - waxed eloquent about the movie while a couple of youngsters left midway. Take your pick.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Happy Birthday Rajinikant

Southern superstar Rajinikant turned 57 today. NDTV's Sam Daniel and the Ticker got that right but Sreenivasan Jain seemed hell-bent on letting viewers know that Rajni was only 54. Some hidden agenda there? Wotsay?

Sunday, December 03, 2006

What happens when you have a webcam with a motion detector, bread, boredom and way too much free time? This

Aishwarya PJs - Don't kill me!

The Dhoom 2 chartbuster Crazy Kiya Re set me thinking -

What if Aishwarya was trapped in Delhi's smog - Hazy Kiya Re

What if Aishwarya set out to buy vegetables - Kaise Diya Re

What if Aishwarya became too arrogant - Main hoon Diva Re

I coined a few others as well but I am concerned abut your mental health and won't torture you further.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Copycat Rahman???

Another music composer bites the dust. I was listening to a rendition of Bert Kaempfert's Moon Over Naples (better known as Spanish Eyes) performed by operatic tenor Plácido Domingo and the music was weirdly familiar.

And then it struck me - it sounded almost exactly the same as A R Rahman'sTu bin bataye number from Rang de Basanti (2005). I suppose Rahman will now claim he was "inspired" by Kaempfert's mid-20th century creation. Wotsay?

Friday, December 01, 2006

Why Dhoom 2 fails to impress

Well, one of the things I did in Ahmedabad last Friday was watch Dhoom 2 the same day as its worldwide release. My cousin Philo and brother Jose whisked me off to the city's CitiPulse multiplex to watch Hrithik and Aishwarya in action. And what of Abhishek you ask - well, he and Uday 'Ali' Chopra seem to have somewhat of a guest appearance in this flick - playing second fiddle to master thief Aryan (Hrithik).

The ending does redeem Abhishek to some extent but this chor-police story leaves you wondering why you didn't leave your brains at home. Both Dhoom movies are action movies with lots of style and attitude but certainly weak on substance.

Both flicks hinge on spectacular special effects and the glamour quotient of its starcast. Pritam's compositions in Dhoom 2 are funky too (especially Crazy Kiya Re) but the bhangra mix song Dil Laga Na in the second half set me yawning. And I thought the Hrithik-Aishwarya liplock was way over-rated. Also, what finally happens to Abhishek's wife, baby and Bipasha (Shonali) Basu? Any guesses?

Trivia from
- This is the first pairing of Hrithik Roshan and Aishwarya Rai after many close tries. They were supposed to be in a movie directed by Tanuja Chandra but it didn't materialise

- The shooting of this movie was delayed because of a flood that damaged the new Yash Raj studio

- Aishwarya Rai was told to lose weight by Aditya Chopra after gaining it for Bride & Prejudice (2004)

- It's the first Bollywood movie to be filmed in Brazil

- 1,200 prints of this movie were released in Indian cinemas, the biggest for any Bollywood movie

- Priyanka Chopra was originally offered the part played by Bipasha Basu, but she declined

Hell has no fury like a woman scorned

A former strip club waitress in Boston mailed flammable material, including condoms filled with a potentially explosive mixture, to a television station, strip clubs where she had worked and other places, coz she was apparently tired of being mistreated by men. Ouch!!! Read full story here

Illegal aliens murder 12 Americans daily

Well, the story is true enough. In fact the death toll in 2006 far overshadows the total number of US soldiers killed in Iraq, Afghanistan. Bad headline though. Coz ninety per cent of us have fond memories of E.T.

Read full story here.

Look b4 U post on YouTube

Young Norwegian posts a video 'Driving in Norway' on The clip shows his car's speedometer crossing 150 miles (240 kilometres) per hour on a public highway near Oslo. Police viewing video online not pleased since the country's speed limit is only 62 miles per hour. Police trace youth and present him with $1,300 fine. Hope you got the moral of the story - Double check your videos for any incriminating evidence before you post on YouTube.

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