Gentle Whispers

I just started reading Everything Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisenberg and I must say that it is one of the most god-awful books I've ever read. And I've only read about a quarter of it so far. The only reason I'm trying to finish it is cause, well, I bought it and I hate leaving books unfinished and thereby wasting my money. It's almost as bad as the The Inscrutable Americans by Anurag Mathur. And that's saying a lot. Simply because The Inscrutable Americans made me want to stick my finger up my nose and pull my brain out. Yes, it is that horrible. And I regretted ever reading it. Suffice to say, I'm going to be giving a wide berth to any Anurag Mathur books from now onwards. Back to Everything Worth Knowing, the reason I bought it was cause I read The Devil Wears Prada and though I didn't love the book. I loved the description of the clothes in the books. The Diane Von Furstenburg dress, the Roberto Cavalli patchwork skirt. Well you get the picture. So basic...

I don't watch art cinema. I don't like intellectual films. Films with hidden meanings and sub-texts and innovative camera angles and lighting and the subtle language of the film. I watch films for pure entertainment. Every time I walk into a theater I want to walk back out with the knowledge that this is a movie I've totally enjoyed. That's worth all the money I've spent on it. And not some pretentious piece of crap. And in that sense I guess I'm like the great Indian public out there. I like escapism in my cinema. I want to forget everything else when I'm there. I don't want to be reminded of reality and sorrow. I want to laugh and cry my heart out. And in that sense, Om Shanti Om was the movie for me and the rest of the public out there. It has everything I could have possibly hoped for and more. Dance, Drama, Dreams, dishoom-dishoom, dhoom-dhamaka etc. A total potboiler and a masala film. Om Shanti Om is a movie you absolutely have to watch. It brings...

I watched Dhan Dhana Dhan Goal over the weekend. First day first show in fact and it was fun. A paisa vasool movie if nothing else. Goal absolutely belongs to John Abraham. You cannot take your eyes off him when he's on screen and he does superbly well in a film that doesn't need much histrionics. And his smile. Its just the best. I'm a sucker for nice smiles. The kind where the eyes get all crinkly and his entire face just lights up. Bipasha Basu doesn't have much to do in the film and is incredibly inept at what she does do. She just doesn't come across well. The songs are pretty good. I especially loved Halla Bol. Billo Rani on the other hand is a nonsensical film and would have fitted in better in a movie about UP or Bihar. And how a bunch of footballers who are struggling to pay rent for their club manage to come up with enough money to hire dancers and a vulgar looking singer is beyond me. The movie though doesn't do much for me. The computer animation is ...