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It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if this friday can be celebrated as Nolan Day. The much anticipated “The Dark Knight Rises” is finally in the theatres. Reviews are still pouring in. And fanboys are still debating it. So what new can be written about Nolan’s films which has not been said already? Well, someone has done a great job and so we are not even going to try. Click HERE and read the best essay on Nolan’s filmography. Yes, the B.E.S.T.
If you have read something better than that, do let us know in the comments.
And just for some cheap thrills, we are conducting two polls hre. First one is on the Batman series. How good is “The Dark Knight Rises”?
We were trying to get another poll where we could rank his films in order of preference. That didn’t work out, so let’s take that discussion in the comments section. Arrange your favourite Nolan films in order of preference. But first, pick his best.
And if you still haven’t seen his Doodlebug, here’s how it all started. Click on the play button and enjoy
Blame it on that thing called life, we have been bit irregular with that other thing called cinema, and so the updates have been missing. Here’s a fresh start with a new film called Prague.
Prague is the directorial debut of Ashish Shukla. And since Ashish is a good friend, we might be bit biased. But that doesn’t take away anything from his talent and his previous works which we have seen and loved. And hopefully you all will agree soon. Here’s the first look of Prague – an interesting poster and some stills from the film.
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And here’s the official synopsis….
A city with a history of heritage, myth and superstition. A passionate architect with hang ups and delusions about love and life. A Czech gypsy girl looking for her identity and love. Add to that a mean friend you can’t get away with and can’t trust. And a left out- left over of someone who isn’t really there but doesn’t leave you alone. All of them come together, interfering, manipulating, coaxing and torturing each other as their search for peace, freedom and love continues.
This film is a psychological thrilling ride which takes you to the darkest corners of your mind, the shut down alleys of your soul and the graveyard of your heart.
– It stars Chandan Roy Sanyal, Arfi Lamba, Mayank Kumar, Sonia Bindra, Elena Kazan, Lucien Zell & Vaibhav Suman.
– Interestingly, it’s the debut feature for most of them which includes the Producer, Director, DP, Composer, Cast (Arfi Lamba, Sonia Bindra, Mayank Kumar), Costume Designer, Production designer.
Other credits and details are as follows….
Title : PRAGUE
Language : Hindi/ Czech/ English
Duration : 105mins
Genre : Psychological Drama, Romance
Songs : Background Scores/ OST
Shooting Locales : Prague/ Mumbai/ New Delhi
Produced by : Rohit Khaitan, Sunil Pathare
Executive Producer : Bombay Berlin Film Production
Cinematographer : Udaysingh Mohite
Editor : Meghna Manchanda Sen
Sound : Sanjay Chaturvedi
Music : Atif Afzal, Daniela Fojtu (Czech original Score)
Lyrics : Varun Grover
Concept : Rohit Khaitan
Story : Ashish R. Shukla
Screenplay & Dialogues : Sumit Saxena & Ashish R. Shukla
– The film will have its world premiere in the “Indian Competition” section of the Osian’s Cinefan Film Festival. For more details, click here and here.
Fatema Kagalwala puts on those nostalgia-wala goggles and remembers Rajesh Khanna.
I have a very 70’s generational angst. I have a theory that we, all of us born in the 70’s are marked. And politely speaking quite fucked. We are the in-between generation constantly straddling two worlds, one full of a traditionalism no longer serving us, and another of modernisation hurtling us to a place that has stripped us completely of our original identities. We have one foot in both. Our childhoods were wrapped in what was probably the blackest period of modern India – the 80’s where decay, political, social and personal was at its ugliest, poverty and disillusionment with the Great Indian Dream had left us utterly hopeless and arts were a shadow of their original selves. Maybe, it is for this that I (we?) continue to feel like an alien in this uber-modernised, superficial millennium and keep asking myself ‘Where do I belong?’ And probably it is this that makes me misty-eyed with nostalgia, sense of loss and emptiness when I but merely watch a yester-year film song especially of the 50’s, 60’s or 70’s.
Films and the heroes we loved in our childhood keep us connected to our past and the entire world it embodied. No other medium or star can do that for us, but yes, film heroes can. And that’s why when I heard of Rajesh Khanna’s demise yesterday I had a lump in my throat like he was a long-lost childhood friend. His going brought up all that sense of immense loss and pain that had been growing ever since Dev Anand and Shammi Kapoor left us.
I was having lunch when I heard it. My first reaction was ‘Don’t go!’, ‘Don’t do this to us…’ ‘We need you…’ I was screaming inside, ‘You don’t know the way you keep us connected us to ourselves…’ ‘We don’t recognise this world we live in but with you it’s bearable…’ ‘What will we do without the dreams you gave us to dream?’ I felt I had lost yet another link to myself, my past, my world. It wasn’t about cinema anymore. It was about the world Rajesh Khanna was a part of, the world he kept alive for me. The world I could go to at will, to rejuvenate myself. A sort of coming home when tired… Rajesh Khanna, Dev Saab, Shammi Kapoor symbolised a world of gentility and innocence that I was born in and then rudely shaken out of before I had my fill. They kept me connected to what was no more…And now they are…
Rajesh Khanna the star and Rajesh Khanna the man were both something that I wasn’t personally attached to, like I was to Dev Anand, the first man I ever fell in love with. Yet, his charming smile, the innocence in his eyes, the warmth he invested in his characters and his eccentrically crooked style, all remained endearing to me no matter how frail a shadow of himself he became. In my eyes, he remained Anand, Arun, Raj and Kamal, none of his later life pursuits ever diminishing all the beautiful worlds he had created for me in my childhood. It must be the dreams he (and others before him) sold to my wide-eyed child that makes me cling to a world that has long past…
A world where innocence meant thinking that when actors died in films they died in real life…
Where women scraped the mud of an actor’s car tyres and marked their foreheads with it as sindoor…
Where an autograph or a mere sighting of our favourite star would leave us in a tizzy for days…
Where the word ‘matinee’ gave us shivers of delicious delight be it pre-fixed to our loved idol or show…
Where we dressed up for a film outing and carried tiffins to movie halls…
Where we were willing to sit on the aisles if need be and would get up dance when we felt like…
Where we could sit on the footpath to watch a film being projected at a random street celebration…
Where we made films run for months and months never tiring of watching it for the 5th or 15th time as long as it was in the halls…
Where it was a big big deal to escape school / college to watch that film’s first day first show…
Where first day first show meant a lot more than our careers ever would…
Where men were gentlemen and women ladies…
Where stars were gods…almost…
…until they passed on. And left us bitter about the fact that they are mortal after all.
This is less of an obituary to a man we all loved and will continue to and more of an obituary to the passing of an era he and many like him embodied. An era that holds the key to me, an era that gave me my roots only to find that they no longer sustain me in this weird world I find myself living in. I will always live by the dreams that you, my childhood stars showed me and hope it will suffice. Because now that you are gone, what else do I have?
Saying goodbye with one of my most favourite Rajesh Khanna song.
Thank you for that world
Thank you for those dreams
Thank you for those movies…
Without them, my childhood wouldn’t have been half as beautiful.
F.i.g.h.t C.l.u.b 