" Slumdog millionaire "- movie review

Directed by: Danny Boyle

Cast:
Dev Patel (older Jamal Malik), Madhur Mittal (older Salim), Freida Pinto (older Latika), Anil Kapoor (Game Show Host), Irfan Khan (Police Inspector)

Review:
Slumdog Millionaire set in Mumbai, India, opens with a pair of policemen brutally interrogating a young man, using torture to coax him to talk. So far it's not working. Convinced the boy in their custody is a criminal, one of the men asks the other how a kid from the slums can make 20 million rupees (about $400,000 U.S.) on a game show without cheating. "I knew the answers," the young man responds wearily. With those words, Slumdog Millionaire bounces back in time, cleverly showing us exactly how Jamal Malik, an 18-year-old orphan from the slums of Mumbai, came to find himself on the cusp of a fortune.

Jamal (played by Dev Patel as a young man and, as with the other leads, two other actors at various stages of childhood) is a product of squalor, of homes built on and out of the refuse discarded from the rest of society. When Jamal's mother is murdered during an anti-Muslim raid, he and older brother Salim (Madhur Mittal) are forced to fend for themselves.

They survive on hook, crook and sheer resourcefulness, taking in another orphan teen girl, Latika (Freida Pinto), with whom Jamal is instantly smitten. Eventually they are picked up by a hustler who runs a sort of criminal orphanage. Each day the lost boys and girls beg for money in the city to bring back to their "benefactor." When Salim discovers the danger they are in, he and Jamal flee, leaving Latika behind.

As the years pass, Jamal takes odd jobs to survive, some of them honest, some of them not. Salim turns to increasingly violent crime to fill his belly. The brothers are a study in contrasts—one does what he needs to survive yet stubbornly holds onto his soul, while the other gladly trades his soul in, ecstatic at the street price it brings.

Desperate to reconnect with Latika, Jamal insists they return to Mumbai and begin searching for her. Though the brothers eventually find her in the most hopeless of situations, one in which she is bought and sold like so much chattel, Jamal never loses hope that they will one day be together again.

Throughout life's challenges, Jamal is astute and observant, soaking in his surroundings. He is able to instinctively draw from this deep reservoir when it matters most—appearing on the garish game show, "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" Each question posed to him correlates to experiences in his past, though both the show's host (Anil Kapoor) and the police officer (Irfan Khan) who must decide his fate cannot comprehend how such knowledge is possible. Nor can they, or the galvanized nation which watches each night, figure out why a young man who seems to care nothing about the prize money is so intent on winning it all. Slumdog Millionaire flies on the wings of an effervescent energy, bursts with dazzling color, and is set to the pulse-pounding music of AR Rehman. Boyle has always been at the forefront of the digital medium, and with Slumdog Millionaire, he shows why he deserves to be at the pinnacle of those courageous artists who dare greatly and succeed beyond even their wildest dreams.

Slumdog Millionaire reveals India, both old and new, a place of filth and waste as well as rebirth and resistance. We watch as the nation embraces the 21st century, rising from the ashes of poverty for some, but at the crushing cultural price of a distinctly Western frivolity, hollowness and nihilism. Boyle does not alter the anthropological details of his location, so much as he injects his unique fantasy directly into the preexisting mix just to see how it will be remade in the image of the new setting.

Slumdog Millionaire is, quite simply, one of the best films of 2008. It is a fable, and if you try to apply the strict rules of reality, you will come away disappointed. Instead, surrender to the contrived magic of a film that dares to use dialogue like this …

"Come away with me."

"And live on what?"

"Love."

Sankibaba Rating - 4.5/5 (a must watch)

" DIL KABADDI "- movie review

Director:Anil senior
Cast:Rahul Bose, Irrfan Khan, Rahul Khanna, Konkona Sen Sharma, Soha Ali Khan, Payal Rohatgi, Saba and others .

Sex ka bhoot sir chadh kar bolta heh in this film.. DIL KABADDI.. made keeping in mind the multiplex audience the film is a marital comedy which discuss relations and sexlife.We have seen many marraiges fail before our eyes.What are the causes of this failure? To win in a kabaddi match , the first and foremost requirement is to continue holding your breath while repeating kabaddi.. kabaddi. Many fail to continue to hold on breath while doing kabaddi kabaddi and fail in the round. Marraigeis a Mind and Body's kabaddI.This movie make a composite attempt to portray this.

DIL KABADDI is rich in performances and that's because of the presence of such accomplished actors. Irrfan Khan is in terrific form. Soha Ali Khan is getting better and better. She's excellent! Rahul Bose is fine . Konkona Sen Sharma is ok. Rahul and Konkona's scenes are amazing. Rahul Khanna is first-rate. Payal Rohtagi is good. Saba, as Rahul's student, is a complete natural.

Conclusion:The film happens to be a rather amateur take from the hilarious masterpiece 'Husbands and Wives' made by the legendary Woody Allen. The film was however too intimate in the sense given the bedroom talks and the open talks on sex and thoughts. It might take the audience some moments of getting stumped by the dialogues but then the film has been good only in parts and few places, not on the whole. Though the entertainment aspect is not constant, there will be few aspects that are good and also this is for a very specific set of audience more the metro centric.


Movie rating - 3/5

the good ol fag

Choose life Choose a career
Choose a job,a girl friend
then another and anotherand then may be a family.
Choose a fucking big TV.
Choose washing machines,
cars, laptops.
Choose good health.
Low cholesterol
and life insurance.
Choose low rent houses.
Choose a home.
Choose your friends!
Choose leisurewear
and matching goggles.
Choose a three-piece suite
on hire purchase!
Wondering who the fuck
you are on a Saturday night.
Choose watching mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing game shows.
Stuffing fucking junk food
into your mouth.
Choose rotting away
at the end,
in a miserable home,
with dentures in one hand
and urine pipe in another,
nothing more
than an embarrassment
to the brats you've spawned.
Choose your future.
Choose life(!)
But why would I want
to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life.
I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons
when you've got a fag..;)

This sense was sensible than the common sense

At this fateful time of sorrow i hope this bang was enough to pop us up... if not now than never..

The days as they pass drew curtains to the inhuman carnage that mumbai faced.
The audacity on the attack left me shaken deep inside. The wounds may not heal fast and they shouldn't heal fast either, India patronage the tiger as its national animal.A wounded tiger is ferociously dangerous, it licks his wounds to heal them fast...yeah we really are tigers not in sense of voracity but we love licking our wounds like the tiger.. don't we.. to let them heal.. to let the pain subside.. be it banaras, or delhi or jaipur or guwahati or any other sprawling city we lick our wounds recklessly give dialog delivery, play the blame game and its soon all gone we forget everything.We are healed back to our common sense, back to good old teatime political gupshup or back to good old saas bahu serials. But NOT this time, now we realise that its now or never, now we realise that we need to give answers , now the wimps are all powerful and ready to hit back.I have never felt more indian or more a united indian before. My nephew asked me bhaiya "terrorist" kya hota heh. I was dumbstruck he is just 6 years old. In his juvenile , pure heart he may not understand the true meaning of terrorism still but what about children there in Kashmir . I fear they don't loose the innocence of their childhood between words like curfew, azadi, jehad etc.

What happened on 26th should swell in the heart of every indian. Every indian knows mumbai they know the chopatti, the marine drive, the Taj thanks to bollywood every indian feel connected to this city for bollywood movies are the most important form of entertainment across the sub-continent, i myself have never been to mumbai but today not just for being a hindustani from my souls as of millions of pakistanis or bangladeshis, mumbai is a city they have seen as they have grown.

It is this blasphemous openness of mumbai which makes it the nerve centre of south asia, and the same frail openness will not let us forget this mayhem. Let it make a permanent imprint let the the terrorist know they have choosen the wrong city to attack on, kasav your troop has messed with a city with a million souls, they may be battered, they may be rigid but they know how to bounce back .The resilience will turn into a noise and this time the noise will be louder than the cry .The dusk was duskier than the dusk drawn it seems.But certainly it will give way to an auroral morning.

This sense will sure be sensible than the common sense.

THE IDEAL ONE.. THE ONE.. THE ME

I can make love like the frenchs and make pastas like the italians.. i belong to the idealistic fraternity of smart ppl.. hu loves OUTSMARTING others.. from being the spelling bee champ in 1944 to being as busy as the bee my retarded obsession with bees shall never come to an end... kash mei OBeeC hota ...
life gives chances and i believe on cashing upon them, once near the arctic circle( me on a vacation as usual) i made a grizzly run 8 miles for a salmon exhausted i gave up in return of a rare bear pole dance frm him.. lucky me. its still unclear with the half dead brooding scientists that if the string theory form the basis of the universe man what the F...its a hit among us heh who don like salma hayek displaying her bikini string theories..
during my tenure as senator of the hawaii islands i made the people come before the state displaying my orative skills i raised up the issue of crude oil price rise and blamed the arabs for using the oil to wash their asses not their fault hu will waste reverse osmosized water for the whiping up job.
i made my mommy proud,she loves when i fIght for the poor and voiceless, this legitimate and extraordinary event took place when me n my friends led a naked march in mongolia to bring to light the sodomization of the statue of liberty by the hands(probably fronts) of american soldiers.the poor lady still stands of the coast with torch in her hand cursing the fucking frenchs..sumone give the poor lady a boat,i jus missed the nobel peace prize for this hmmm talking about naked i believe half naked is better than half covered..
an adventure enthusiast since my childhood i like relaxing on the shores of the urubamba river deep in the amazon jungle..

i believe "being open" is rather like inviting your competitors into your home on ur sofa and only to have them steal your lunch..

I'm an angel, I'm a devil ..I'm bad as it can get ..And good as it can be ..
Sometimes I’m a million colors..Sometimes I'm black and white ..
I am all extremes
Try to figure me out, you never can ..There's so many things I am
Sometimes I'm miserable ..Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I AM!!