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.
Before the age of socially conscious filmmaking dawned on us, Shaad Ali's Bunty Aur Babli, that completes 13 years this week, reminded Bollywood that it’s possible to make an entire film on just one word: fun.
Tanushree Dutta’s allegations of sexual harassment are eerily similar to Christine Blasey Ford’s, who testified at a US Supreme Court hearing yesterday. Does this mean that India’s #MeToo reckoning has begun? Because the movement’s progress in the US nearly one year on, is a sign that little has changed.
There was a time when fans built temples to their idols and stood outside their houses for hours on end. All that the millennial fan needs, though, is a broadband connection.
I knew I was in for a unique experience when I chose to watch The Kashmir Files, but it was the absurdly regular and occasionally awkward events outside the film that made it, in certain ways, a special experience.
Bollywood has its share of Kaizads, Miss Braganzas, and Mr Iyers. But I haven’t found a single Mr Jha who chews paan more frequently than he curses the bourgeoisie in theth Bhojpuri.
What next for Bollywood horror? Ramsay Brothers might be the most popular spooky filmmakers, but there is more to the genre. Decades later we continue to be haunted by tried-and-tested tropes – women in white, demonic possession, and bhoot banglas.
Sixty years on, the women of Mughal-E-Azam need to be celebrated. Anarkali is the soul of the film, but even Bahar, a jealous lady-in-waiting, is graceful in her pursuits. Jodha Bai is an unconventional mother figure, not a standard 17th century queen who only exists to produce heirs