At a time when award ceremonies – especially the Academy Awards – are proving to be woefully predictable while striving only for political correctness, the unrehearsed-ness of Olivia Colman’s winning moment felt a little too precious. The Oscars still continue to appeal because they promise us surprising moments like these.
So enraged was I at Badshah’s sacrilegious shade thrown at Eminem that I set out on a warpath against him. After the disdain, came a tinge of admiration.
Singh is known for making bold choices, but the fact that a man who is often inarticulate and carries a messy energy, the decision to bare it all opens a door for expression where none presumably existed.
Unlike the West that depends on Hollywood comedians to deliver intelligent shows, most Indian web-series created by Indian stand-ups feel like an extension of their comedy specials. But Biswa Kalyan Rath who is insistent on not letting his involvement in creating Laakhon Mein Ek dictate its ownership, could be the exception.
The Pakistani series Churails, brings to mind the fanciful adventures of another set of ladies – the ones in Four More Shots Please! – for how far apart the two worlds are. Despite its outlandish plot, Churails still feels real. It is in the soft-hearted moments of sorority that the Pakistani web series really shines.
Bard of Blood is yet another insipid Netflix book adaptation that feels foremost, at odds with the format it has chosen. It boasts neither the complexity nor the suspense to warrant seven episodes that run at a length upward of 45 minutes.
In the Shah Rukh Khan episode of My Next Guest Needs No Introduction, David Letterman struggles to get DDLJ right, and asks aloud which country SRK’s father fought against for India’s freedom. It’s embarrassing and cringe-worthy, and I’m amazed the audience didn’t immediately break into a chorus of boos.