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Reports are starting to come in from India of another bomb attack.

This time the butchers have struck in the western Indian city of Pune, which is about 100 miles south of the business hub of Mumbai.

Early indications are that 9 people have died and 45 injured in the bomb explosion at the popular German bakery, located near a Jewish prayer center.

The bombing occurred at 19:30 IST (9 AM ET).

India has been the center of repeated bomb attacks for the last few years.

Few major Indian cities have been spared the horror of these attacks, often blamed on Muslim extremists (both the homegrown variety and the Pakistan scum).

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by SI blog reader Racer44

A conversation between two chaps exiting the theater, having survived the ordeal of watching Theeratha Vilayattu Pillai.

Chappie A: Machan, indha moonjikku Playboy kaekkudha? Periya Manmadha kunjunu nenappu.
Chappie B: Vidu Machan, namma moonjikku neetu chandra kaekumpodhu, avan mattum enna pannuvaan?
Chappie A: Aanalum mavane, indha director paiyan mattum kaiyila kedaicha…..an

At the end of this interminably long freak-show, I could hear not one but several such angry outbursts pouring forth in the theater.

Unrelenting Savagery
I admit I had deep forebodings even as I entered the theater. The little I had seen of this fella Vishal had not enthused me a great deal. But little did I comprehend the unrelenting savagery in store for me.

From the very first frame till some three hours later, when the surreal nightmare ended, Vishal assaults your senses mercilessly, leaving you gasping for breath.

Breath does come, in intermittent spurts, in the form of the three hot girls Tejaswini (Neetu Chandra), Jyoti (Tanushree Dutta) and Priya (Sarah-Jane Dias). But no sooner do we rest our wounded eyes on these beauties than we are pummeled back into our state of wretchedness as Vishal, with his I-am-the-resident-baboon style, wanders around hopelessly trying to convince us he is a playboy.

Drivel of a Plot
The story, like many other things in this film, is so outrageously preposterous that it staggers the mind. The film has hardly started, and immediately the unwitting audience are sold crap about how Karthik (Vishal) is a guy who wants the best in everything he desires, and he now wants a wife. So Karthik decides to simultaneously fall in love with three beautiful girls and then choose one to his liking.

As a battle-hardened audience try to digest this drivel of a plot, Vishal sets off on his “wooing” spree, dealing mortal blows to the by-now brain-numbed audience along the way. Bereft of even the most basic acting skills, this fella would fail to get even a single paisa were he to, one day, beg for alms. It beggars belief how such nincompoops without a shred of talent manage to survive, that too as hero, in an industry where one failure can spell the end of your career. Continue reading »

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Pak Loving Chutiya SRK Sobbing into His Beer; MNIK Falls 63% in 2nd Wknd vs 9% Drop for 3 Idiots

Make no mistake, schmucks.

* My Name is Khan is not in the Forrest Gump league (even if the first person narrative style going back years into the life story of our hero Rizwan Khan is reminiscent of Forrest’s and even if there is a Jenny in the Hindi film).

* No, My Name is Khan is certainly not in the Rain Man class either (even if our hero is an autistic character exhibiting quirky behavior).

At best, My Name is Khan is a desi chutiya take on the two Hollywood legends within the framework of a post 9/11 society in the U.S.

But, but a desi chutiya version of Forrest Gump/Rain Man within the 9/11 framework is any day better than what Shahrukh ‘Pakistan is a great neighbor‘ Khan has delivered in recent junk like Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi, Billu Barber or Chak De India.

Narrated in flashback interspersed with the current, a style we’ve now seen twice in two days, My Name is Khan juggles three seemingly immiscible elements: Asperger’s Syndrome (a subset of autism), love and 9/11.

It’s the tension wrought by the collision of these three forces that forms the crux of this film.

In more capable hands, the tension and interplay of the three powerful elements could well have turned My Name is Khan into a classic.

But in the hands of a mediocre troika (director Karan Johar and lead stars Shahrukh Khan and Kajol) one should be merely content that the movie is not an unwatchable disaster.

Ask any more only at the peril of your intelligence being questioned.

Neither separately nor in their interplay are the three elements handled with an elan that could have set the My Name is Khan kite soaring. And that is a shame.

Not So Gripping Story
In its essence, My Name is Khan is the story of an autistic person Rizwan Khan (played of course by Shahrukh Khan) falling in love with a Hindu beautician Mandira (Kajol) and how 9/11 impinges harshly upon their lives in the U.S.

Although a gazillion times less annoying than the usual Bollywood Friday drivel like De Dana Dan or Veer, the My Name is Khan plot has a jerky feel not unlike a derailment on the orgasm train moments before you reach the destination! Continue reading »

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We’ve been watching Bollywood films for many years in the U.S.

But never have we seen so many Muslims flock to a Bollywood film as we saw gather en masse this evening (Friday) at a Regal Cinema on the East Coast for the screening of My Name is Khan.

Like the varied rats in The Pied Piper of Hamelin, different kinds of Muslims turned out for the 6:05PM show.

Young and old. Men and women. Nattily dressed and not so nattily dressed. Women wearing scarves and scarf-less women. Indians, Bangladeshis and Pakistanis.

We have an eerie feeling that Muslims in the U.S. will give a fillip to this latest Bollywood movie featuring Shahrukh Khan and Kajol in key roles.

That doesn’t seem right.

But then whoever said life was fair.

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