What a season. The “most successful manager ever” lost his job, Leicester City won its first Premier League title before Liverpool, and this writer almost gave up on the sport.
Amazon Prime’s Mirzapur is a frothy mix of hate, aggression, and masochism. The many lynchings of Mirzapur, its acute objectification of women, and violence seems uncomfortably close. It feels oddly like present-day India, rotten yet pure.
T-Pain allegedly plagiarised Arijit Singh’s “Tum Hi Ho” and then lashed out at “brown Twitter” after the internet outrage. Only if the rapper knew that India has the second-largest internet population in the world. Mr T-Pain, you weren’t throwing shade at some geeks sitting on the sole computer in a hamlet.
Bigg Boss Marathi reminds me of my life in a chawl – a bunch of Maharashtrians stuffed in one single dwelling with a common bathroom and kitchen. Host Mahesh Manjrekar is like the Ray-Byan-wearing kaka from another shakha and Usha Nadkarni is the judgemental aai of the House.
True Detective’s third season roars back to form with Mahershala Ali. A world intoxicatingly on the other side of reality, inconsistent and whimsical, True Detective can, at times, forget what genre it is. Because it’s always busy making up its own.
How do corrupt, greedy men who work inured to the law or accountability of any sort, work together? It is a question Narcos: Mexico repeatedly poses, showing us the haywire ways of the drug world that has led to Mexico’s present- day cartel wars.
By showing how close the links are between right-wing religious extremism and the violence and subjugation of women, The Handmaid’s Tale seems like a warning for present times.
In the era of political biopics, Sanjeev Shah’s Gujarati satire, Hun Hunshi Hunshilal, reminds us how governments anywhere manipulate the narrative. The movie is set in Khojpuri, whose king is busy protecting the nation against mosquitoes, although no one has a clue why they need to be protected from these mosquitoes.