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Enthiran Review – Orgy of Stupidity

Folks, let the idiots babble and the vested interests say what they will.

It’s 11.09PM Eastern Time. Intermission time here at a theater on the East Coast.

In one word what we’ve seen so far of Enthiran – GARBAGE.

The story is not compelling, the action scenes no big deal (seen better in a gazillion Hollywood films) and the music ordinary.

So far, not worth the $30 we paid for the ticket.

Let’s see what we get in the second half.

11.16PM. Movie resumes.

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Enthiran Box Office – Unimpressive Average Gross


Enthiran Review – Orgy of Stupidity

For all the hype, there are no crowds at all for the premiere show of Enthiran at a theater on the U.S. East Coast.

There are just about 50 people in the queue. That is nothing considering the enormous publiShitty the movie has garnered.

Adhavan and Kanthaswamy had bigger crowds.

Maybe, it’s the rain. Or it’s the $30 tickets for the premiere show.

Whatever be the reason, the response to Enthiran is poor.

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Guilty – Tamil Peeping Tom Dharun Ravi

Rutgers university freshman student Dharun Ravi of Plainsboro, New Jersey, is up shit-creek after Tyler Clementi, a room-mate Ravi allegedly viewed on a webcam having sex with a guy and then disclosed it on Twitter, committed suicide by jumping off the George Washington Bridge.

Ravi’s classmate Molly Wei is also in trouble with the authorities regarding the incident.

Dharun Ravi hails from the South Indian state of Tamil Nadu.

Dharun Ravi
(Image Source: NYT)

Here’s an excerpt from the New York Times:

The Middlesex County prosecutor’s office said that Mr. Clementi’s roommate, Dharun Ravi, 18, and another classmate, Molly Wei, 18, both of Plainsboro, N.J., had each been charged with two counts of invasion of privacy for using “the camera to view and transmit a live image” of Mr. Clementi. The most severe charges carry a maximum sentence of five years in jail.

Mr. Ravi was charged with two additional counts of invasion of privacy for trying a similar live feed on the Internet on Sept. 21, the day before the suicide. A spokesman for the prosecutor’s office, James O’Neill, said the investigation was continuing, but he declined to “speculate on additional charges.”

Steven Goldstein, chairman of the gay rights group Garden State Equality, said Wednesday that he considered the death a hate crime. “We are sickened that anyone in our society, such as the students allegedly responsible for making the surreptitious video, might consider destroying others’ lives as a sport,” he said in a statement. “As this case makes its way through the legal system, we can only hope the alleged perpetrators receive the maximum possible sentence.”

Dharun Ravi was arrested and is now out on a $25,000 bail.

If convicted, Ravi could face a prison term of up to five years.

Of course, it’s important to bear in mind that no one is guilty until proven so in a court of law.

Even if Ravi is judged Not-Guilty, his reputation is in tatters and he will find it hard to recover from the trauma.

News of the unfortunate incident has already spread widely on the U.S. East Coast.

Folks, it does look like one way or the other Dharun Ravi is screwed.

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A few months ago, your favorite blog SI got one helluva orgasm after dining at South Indian vegetarian restaurant Saravanaas a.k.a Saravanaa Bhavan on Lexington Ave in NYC.

It looks like we were not the only ones to get a mind-blowing, body rippling orgasm from the food at Saravanaas.

High Honors for Saravanaas
Today, the prestigious Michelin restaurant guide put out an announcement confirming what the wise souls at SI have said several months ago i.e. that Saravanaas is a great place for food in New York City.

If you want the specifics, Saravanaas continues to retain its place in the Michelin Guide New York City 2011′s Bib Gourmand category.

Folks, there are over 9,000 restaurants in Manhattan and Brooklyn.

But a mere 95 restaurants are part of the Bib Gourmand category of the Michelin Guide New York City 2011 to be released on October 6.

Just 95 restaurants.

And Saravanaas is one of them.

Bravo, Saravanaas! Bravo.


A Favorite of Michelin Inspectors

OK, we hear you. Stop that noise, will ya. We hear you loud and clear. Continue reading »

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(For SI blog reader Guruprasad)

Remind us never ever to heed the requests of these old fogies from Mysore.

At the insistent request of one such individual with antediluvian tastes, we watched the old Amol Palekar starrer Gol Maal the other day.

Our principal takeaway from the film – Whatever you do in life, make sure you have a mustache.

You see, a mustache not only is the surest way to land a job but also the easiest technique to ingratiate yourself with your weirdo of a boss (BTW, is there ever a non-odd ball boss). At least, according to the story-line in this mildly amusing comedy.

If we remember the dialogs from this movie accurately, a man without a mustache has no heart!

And, yes, if you lose interest in that delicacy Dahi Vada in life, then prem ho gaya (you are definitely in love).

Yeah, these are some of the shaky, weird foundations on which this movie stands. No kidding.

Besides Amol Palekar, the other principal actors in Gol Maal include Bindiya Goswami (known to old-time readers of Star & Style and Filmfare for her relationship with the late already-married Vinod Mehra) and Utpal Dutt. Continue reading »

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Now, don’t y’all ask us how we happened to come by Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers.

Maybe, one of you priapic schmucks recommended it before we clamped your collective lips shut. Maybe, we’re autodidacts and discovered the movie ourselves.

Hey, who gives a f*ck how we how we discovered Dreamers (available at Netflix on DVD).

But let the word go forth from this time and place to the peerless SI’s friends and foes alike  (thanks, JFK) that Dreamers is one charming, delightful movie sure to find favor with all ye drooling chimps.

Boy, we ain’t seen anything like it. Not in a thousand porn movies. No sir, not such a fine pair of tits as hangs on graces the torso of Isabelle i.e. Eva Green.

Surely, God broke his tit-mold after creating this Venus.

Ah, if only a pair of fine tits filled the screen we wouldn’t be so excited. Hell, there was Eva’s bushy bush, a derriere meant to stir our loins and a voluptuous, graceful body possessed by none in that Bollywood cesspool.

Oh, what would we not give for our moist lips to touch hers and our lips to brush her dense bush a la Michael in the movie.

Only a director with a lush, lavish, lascivious imagination like Bernardo Bertlucci could create a lusty, delicious movie like Dreamers. ;)

As you watch the movie, you realize the extraordinary class and talent of director Bernardo Bertolucci, evident in every frame.

Folks, Dreamers is a movie that oozes sexuality, of course.

But more than sexuality, the film is dripping in class, an element totally absent in the crass Indian movies or their aficionados.

Louis Garrel (L), Eva Green & Michael Pitt in The Dreamers
(Image: Courtesy Fox Searchlight)

Paris in the Late 1960s
Set amidst the ferment of the late 1960s in Paris when students, labor and an assortment of other groups filled the streets battling the police and the establishment, Dreamers defies description or meaning as to what it’s all about.

When an anti-violence young American student Michael in Paris (dodging the Vietnam war draft) befriends two twins and fellow movie-buffs Theo and Isabelle, little do we realize the sexplosion ahead of us for the next 100-minutes or so. Continue reading »

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But “the market”—like “dialectical materialism”—is just an abstraction: at once ultra-rational (its argument trumps all) and the acme of unreason (it is not open to question). It has its true believers—mediocre thinkers by contrast with the founding fathers, but influential withal; its fellow travelers—who may privately doubt the claims of the dogma but see no alternative to preaching it; and its victims, many of whom in the US especially have dutifully swallowed their pill and proudly proclaim the virtues of a doctrine whose benefits they will never see.

- The late Tony Judt in Captive Minds

Source: New York Review of Books

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Never underestimate the genetic propensity of Indians to inflict hideous torture on their fellow citizens.

The other day we made the godawful mistake of going to Karaikudi Chettinad on Oak Tree Road in Edison (NJ) and, man, it’s a miracle we’re still alive to tell y’all this sordid tale of woe, misery and suffering.

Folks, in the lengthy annals of horrible Indian restaurants in New Jersey, Karaikudi Chettinad occupies pride of place, an unbeatable position.

Auschwitz Meets Majdanek

Karaikudi Chettinad is Auschwitz meets Majdanek and where the Zyklon B pellets release their deadly cyanide gas the moment you step into its portals (no offense intended to the poor victims of the Nazi monsters).

Even by the standards of bad-ass desi restaurants, Karaikudi Chettinad stands out starkly for pimping out trashy, inedible garbage as Indian food.

Chettinad food is hot and spicy but, alas, what the Karaikudi Chettinad dickheads dish out is anything but. :(

Karaikudi Chettinad is to Indian and Chettinad food what that Kollywood actor Ajith is to acting. You get the point, don’t ya?

Kaatu Koodhi Chettinad – Tu, Tu, Tu

Spiceless Travesty

Damn, the food at Karaikudi Chettinad was a spiceless, bland monstrosity that is completely unworthy of being served to humans.

A complete ripoff.

Be it the flavorless pink-colored Chicken 65 (a commonplace appetizer), the soft Medhu Vadas, salty Tindora Pakodas, sour Achari Baingan, the inedible Vegetable Chettinad, spiceless Chicken Biryani, cold Chutneys or the disgustingly bad BisiBele Bath, Karaikudi Chettinad demonstrates again and again a kitchen staffed by baboons and completely at sea with even the most basic items. Continue reading »

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Folks, here’s some good news.

Salman ‘criminal‘ Khan’s latest crappy film Dabangg has crashed at the U.S. box office.

Hell, the movie couldn’t even hit the $300,000 mark in the second weekend here.

And to think that the clowns in India are making such a big ado about this nonsense.

Here’s how Dabangg fared at the U.S. box office in the second weekend compared to a few prominent Bollywood films:

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If you want to get a sense of a film industry, may we humbly suggest you start with the names of the movies coming out of the region.

Take for instance, Telugu films aka Tollywood.

Made by simians from Andhra Pradesh blissfully unaware of the meaning of the words art, culture or quality, Telugu language movies are outcrassed (not a typo, we mean the neologism outcrassed) only by its neighbor Kollywood.

Even the names of Telugu films are atrocious, repetitive and downright silly, suggesting a total lack of imagination.

Here’s a short list of Ugly Telugu Movie names:

Ranga the Donga
Donga
Dongalaku Donga
Donga Ramudu
Donga Sachinollu
Donga Mogudu
Dongala Dopidi
Donga Police
Donga Pelli
Dongalu Baboi Dongalu
Dongodochhadu
Donga garu Swagatham
Dongala Veta
Dongalaku Saval
Dongallo Dora
Yamadonga Continue reading »

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