Blog & Web Directory on India
    
Advertise    SI Web Directory    Home    About Us     Facebook    Twitter
 
Share

You know in the not-too-distant past the Samurai folks in Japan used to handle shame very well.

They’d get a ritual sword, plunge it deep into their stomachs and scoop out their entrails. If that gruesome act didn’t prove effective, they’d take the knife and cut their throat.

Death was probably extremely painful but the act was cleansing too.

Restored some measure of honor to the person.

Harakiri, they called it.

If any two actors in Bollywood are worthy candidates for harakiri, it’s Akshay Kumar and Trisha Krishnan.

Together, these shameless monstrosities have repeatedly inflicted torture on movie-goers in callous, reckless disregard to the shame of their mortifying behavior.

Individually, each is a Marquis de Sade. Together, they can only be a hybrid of Ivan the Terrible and Pol Pot.

After seeing the almost-universal scorn and ridicule shoveled on this movie by critics, we wisely refrained from watching it although we’ve seen several other films featuring the two stars separately.

Disaster but No Surprise
So, schmucks is it any surprise at all that when these two freaks unite under the aegis of Bollywood, the end-result is a malformed fetus called Khatta Meetha with its bloody placenta strangling the newborn.

Folks, Khatta Meetha is a disaster like few others.

Katrinaesque in scope and impact, the movie is a calamity at the box-office. The U.S. box office, that is.

Even junk like Dil Bole Hadippa, Raavan and Veer have fared better at the box office.

Here, see for yourself in the below table the pile of shit that Akshay Kumar, Trisha and Khatta Meetha director Priyadashan have heaped upon themselves:

Can it get any worse?

Now, don’t you rush to the keyboard to type out a response because that was a rhetorical question.

Now, if only someone could explain the technique of harakiri to these two yokels Akshay and Trisha.

With Khatta Meetha touching the box-office nadir, do you think Akshay Kumar still has life in him or is he a spent force in Bollywood.

Related Stories:
Buffoon + Bimbette = Garbage oops Khatta Meetha
Trisha is Trash in Khatta Meetha, Say Critics & Audience

Share
 
Share

(For SI Blog readers kd36939, Gandhiji et al)

Farewell a.k.a. L’affaire Farewell (French) is simply the best spy film we’ve seen in our life.

And also the most sui generis spy film – we heard gun-shots only twice in the entire movie.

Eschewing Indian films like Khatta Meetha and Pudangadi oops Thillalangadi that have earned the withering scorn of critics, this past Saturday we went up to NYC, where Farewell is currently playing at Lincoln Plaza on Broadway and downtown at the Landmark Sunshine Cinema on E.Houston St.

Hot as NYC was (94F) and resisting the soothing temptation to stay indoors folks came out in good numbers to see Farewell.

There were 60 some people for the 1:20PM show at Lincoln Plaza (Near Columbus Circle in Manhattan) and the 3:35PM show was sold out.

And this was for a French movie in a city where people increasingly find Queen’s English hard to comprehend!

Un-James Bond Like Spy Gem
For the venturesome folks who emerged from their comfortable cocoons braving the scorching elements, the payoff from Farewell was a richly rewarding experience.

A most un-Bond like engrossing spy film this one.

Without the action-trappings of fast and furious chases, bloody gun-fights and daring leaps from tall buildings to the top of a train, minus the tits and ass-flaunting pretty girls and sans the neat gizmos that turn the humble pen in the hands of James Bond into a deadly weapon with a flick of the wrist.

Based on a true story, Farewell is set in the Cold War era of 1981 when the erstwhile Soviet Union and the United States were locked in a state of constant tension and nuclear war was not considered an impossibility.

In this edgy environment, we espy our two main characters, a young happily married French engineer Pierre (Guillaume Canet) with two young children posted by his company in Moscow and the middle-aged KGB Col. Sergei Gregoriev (Emir Kusturica) with a pleasant wife, a music-loving son and a hot mistress.

Spies come in various forms.

First, there are the spies who do it for money, then the spies who are blackmailed into doing the dirty and frequently dangerous deeds, the occasional spies like Philby and Burgess motivated mainly by ideology and, of course, the professional cadres who do it as part of their daily job.

And then there are those like Col. Sergei Gregoriev, who don’t fall into any of these above pigeon-holes. Continue reading »

Share
© 2012 SearchIndia.com   Privacy Policy Suffusion theme by Sayontan Sinha