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How Bollywood Is Screwing With My Brain

Posted in Weird Tales with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 8, 2011 by mmeeviloverlord

I had the weirdest dream last night.

Now, generally, I do have weird dreams. Dreams in which i'm falling from mountains/waterfalls, getting lost in jungles/mazes/compendium of buildings, dreams within dreams a la Inception. But yesterday I had a truly freaky dream.

No, sorry, nightmare.

The setting was very realistic. It was my house. I was sitting on my bed and reading. For some reason there was a tailor on the rear balcony, stitching away to glory. I got up and went to the front door and heard footsteps. I looked through the peephole and saw two huge, hairy guys – one of whom looked suspiciously like Himesh Reshammiya. The Himesh doppelganger decided to peek through the peephole. I screamed nightmare! in my head and ran back to my room. After five minutes I came out and saw those two hairy apes in my living room!

Hain??

I told them to leave. They ignored me. It freaked me out like crazy. Yes, having huge hairy strangers in your living room, who got in without making absoutely any noise at all, is freaky. I ran to our neighbour's house for help. Mr. Neighbour (same name, different person, I think from some reject villain hell) said he'd help me out, but first I had to touch everyone's feet – you know, the one that's supposed to humiliate rather than show respect – and I had to start with the youngest kid, who looked about 3 years old and totally unlike his real grandkid, and move on to a few hundred chacha-chachis, taya-taijis, the like. Okay, about 20.

At this point, even my dream self said what the bladdy faaack?!! I tried lifting my middle finger, but since I was still dreaming and had to follow a script (presumably), I touched everyone's feet, true Alok Nath ishtyle, browbeaten and humiliated. I went downstairs and found that both the goons had disappeared. Then Mr. and Mrs. Neighbour came down to assert themselves. By this point even my dream self was sick of the whole effin thing and banged the door in their faces.

At which point I mercifully woke up.

The. End.

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Aamir : A Review

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on January 31, 2009 by mmeeviloverlord

I just finished seeing what I consider to be one of the best products of hindi cinema, or overall even. Rarely have I seen a movie so fine as this one. Aamir, starring Rajeev Khandelwal, is a movie to reckon with. A forceful direction by a first-time director, Raj Kumar Gupta, superbly shot in the heart of Mumbai, starring one of the most restrained actors I've had the fortune to see. The movie is extremely short by normal Bollywood standards, just over one and a half hours. But what you get is pure class. The movie takes up the old theme of jihad and tells you how something extraordinary can actually stem out from the ordinary. No one would ever believe that a guy who is suspected to be a terrorist can actually be a completely innocent man. Yet, when you watch the movie, you realise it's perfectly possible. The movie made me think – how many of the people we accuse of being terrorists are actually one? It grips you, increases your heartbeat rate, makes you realise how much horror can be present in a perfectly normal environment. It makes you cry for Aamir, for his helplessness, for his family, and for the ultimate win of good over evil – which is not known to anybody else and would never be known.

When you see how superb the movie is, you get to know the level of involvement and dedication of the entire cast and crew. But most prominently, you see a debutant who is in a race with the Khans, the Roshans and the Kapoors, and who beats everyone hands down. Earlier, I considered Hindi cinema to have only Aamir Khan as a true actor. I'm glad to say that now there are two true actors now. Words fail me as I try to write about Rajeev Khandelwal. His performance speaks for himself. One of the finest ever. The music score, given by Amit Trivedi, also a first-time music director, is soulful and incorporates a lot of sufi. My personal favourites are 'Mehfooz' and 'Ek Lau', both of which moved me tremendously.

Aamir is definitely a must-watch, not to be easily forgotten. One of the best pieces of art to come in our way in a long, long time.

Rating – 10/10.