MOVIE REVIEW NEWS - Page 137

A Russian prison is broken into,the Kremlin blown up and Burj Khalifa,the world’s tallest building,stunningly trifled with.

The dialogues are mostly puerile,and go somewhat like this: “jab feel karta hai,toh tell her na”.

Pappu is what fresh-off-the-train Vidyadhar Acharya gets called by brash Mumbai girl Mehak Malvade.

Girl-boy story gone awry because of a confused mother...

Katakuti is the Bengali word for the game of noughts and crosses.

Ask any self-respecting Dilliwali,and she will tell you,abe yaar,Bahls can be anything but that.

The film revolves around its three protagonists — the sahib,the not-quite-bibi,and the not-quite-gangster,in tight concentric circles,to the point of exhaustion.

This was director Marc Forster’s (Finding Neverland) chance to show a part of the world that the rest has foresaken

In those hours leading up to the New Year,a lot tends to be forgiven and forgotten.

Jaani Dyakha Hawbe has many love stories in the film. Hiya and Megh is the youngest pair...

Ageing actors,sulky directors,canny producers,all rode in on her to get the audience in.

The hero (Chahal) lands in Ontario. We know this because the airport has a sign stating it to be thus.

Instead,the film is high on sentiment,long on dialogue and plot twists,and short on humour.

In director Bill Condon (Dreamgirls,Kinsey),Twilight is in surer hands than in its previous three outings.

He unleashes a Desi Boyz holding everything in spite.

To that end,we get a nasty mayor (Vidyarthi),somewhere in Kerala,who has a pet snake

How does it feel to be raising white man’s children knowing yours is being raised by someone else?”

A bunch of youngsters get caught at New Delhi airport with a handycam,a guy who farts,and a string of bad jokes

Years have passed and Mumble,the penguin who couldn’t sing but could tap dance like none other,and Gloria with the beautiful voice now have a baby of their own.

George Clooney is not one to shy away from tough political stands or tough political roles.

Mahesh Kothare is back to direction and this time he is directing his son,Adinath Kothare.

It’s a film about gods,but Immortals holds nothing sacred — the heads are just the easy part,men lose tongues to genitals,crushed or cut in visceral detail

Here it is,the new film of the new Bollywood boy wonder. And true to type,the actor is better than the film. Rockstar disappoints; Ranbir doesn’t.

Ever wondered what you would see if you looked closely into eyes thrown wide open in almost perpetual exclamation,in the interludes between “billions of blue blistering barnacles”