Ranking: 2.5/5.0
Cast: Bharath, Arun, Mallika Kapoor, Deepu, M S Bhasker, Renuka, Supergood Lakshmanan
Director: Vijay Milton
Music: Yuva Shankar Raja
Manu (Bharath) comes to Chennai to win over his love and meets Jo during one of his attempts at separating Prem (Arun Kumar) and Nandini (Deepu). Manu explains to Jo that he has been in love with Nandini, a TV News Anchor for over three years since the time she lived in his village
and would love to get back with her. While Jo explains that she has been in love with Prem an aspiring cricket player waiting to make it to the Indian team for more than five years and would love to get married to him. So together they start Operation Tuskon and start plotting to separate the lovers.
Finally when the lovers are separated the truth behind Manu's motives are explained to us which is the Twist in the tale...This is a good part in the movie... After this the movie gets boring...and for the director to really walk around telling everyone that "his story is a different one," he really ended it differently...But is the end justified? Who knows...When the whole story is corny why shouldn't the ending be any different?
Mallika Kapoor, is very annoying, I do not know if it is because of the dubbing artist or if it is just her...Very annoying, acts like a three year old and has the biggest squint...Worse than both Bipasha and Ramba...
Bharath, we have come to accept you as an actor, you are decent, much better than many of our contemporaries but that does not mean that you should cry at every given opportunity...It gets annoying and kind of a drag.
Arun Kumar, you are just too old now for us to watch you as the guy bagging the girl. Sorry you did not get better opportunities five years ago...Shedding those extra pounds might help.
The music is okay and the direction could have been better. All these directors who make crappy movies should have a neutral sensible person who can give productive advises to make the film better. This might help reduce crappy movies and directions...
Monday, May 08, 2006
Friday, May 05, 2006
Darna Zaroori Hai (2006) - Hindi Movie Review
Ranking: 2.5/5
Cast: Amitabh Bachchan, Ritesh Deshmukh, Anil Kapoor, Mallika Sherawat, Randeep Hooda, Zakir Hussain, Manoj Pahwa, Sunil Shetty, Sonali Kulkarni, Rajpal Yadav, Arjun Rampal, Bipasha Basu, Makrand Deshpande, Rasika Joshi, Isha Koppikar, Shweta Prasad
Directors: Jijy Philips, Prawaal Raman, RGV, J.D. Chakravarthy
Music: Taabhish Romani & Nitin Raikwar
Ok, Seven short supposedly scary stories, directed by four different directors make this movie...Do you really get scared? Sorry...You will be disappointed in the fact that there is nothing remotely scary about this movie...And this is coming from someone who gets scared real easy. But you will not be disappointed if you did not expect much from Indian horror flicks anyway...
I am not going to sit here and write a summary of all the not-so-interesting stories...Just going to tell you this:
1) Acting is okay.
2) Music does give you a jolt more than a few times.
3) Story extremely predictable...We could guess the story of the movie scene by scene as we watched the movie.
4) There are only four real ghost stories the rest are supposed to be thrilling stories...But the stories told to me by my friends when I was a kid seemed more scary than these.
5) Never trust Rediff.com reviews. They are all paid for...So they lie.
6) The scary scenes are hilarious.
7) No Gory scenes...Which is good for me...I hate to see blood or other things oozing...
This movie is okay if you have not seen master pieces like Omen, Evil Dead, Exorcist, etc...Otherwise you begin to wonder Why RGV does not give up his attempts at making Ghost Stories...Maybe he is trying hard so that out of the 15 movies he tortures us with at least one might become a hit...Nice try...Sorry but This is not the one...So keep trying...And when will I learn not to watch them??!!!
Cast: Amitabh Bachchan, Ritesh Deshmukh, Anil Kapoor, Mallika Sherawat, Randeep Hooda, Zakir Hussain, Manoj Pahwa, Sunil Shetty, Sonali Kulkarni, Rajpal Yadav, Arjun Rampal, Bipasha Basu, Makrand Deshpande, Rasika Joshi, Isha Koppikar, Shweta Prasad
Directors: Jijy Philips, Prawaal Raman, RGV, J.D. Chakravarthy
Music: Taabhish Romani & Nitin Raikwar
Ok, Seven short supposedly scary stories, directed by four different directors make this movie...Do you really get scared? Sorry...You will be disappointed in the fact that there is nothing remotely scary about this movie...And this is coming from someone who gets scared real easy. But you will not be disappointed if you did not expect much from Indian horror flicks anyway...
I am not going to sit here and write a summary of all the not-so-interesting stories...Just going to tell you this:
1) Acting is okay.
2) Music does give you a jolt more than a few times.
3) Story extremely predictable...We could guess the story of the movie scene by scene as we watched the movie.
4) There are only four real ghost stories the rest are supposed to be thrilling stories...But the stories told to me by my friends when I was a kid seemed more scary than these.
5) Never trust Rediff.com reviews. They are all paid for...So they lie.
6) The scary scenes are hilarious.
7) No Gory scenes...Which is good for me...I hate to see blood or other things oozing...
This movie is okay if you have not seen master pieces like Omen, Evil Dead, Exorcist, etc...Otherwise you begin to wonder Why RGV does not give up his attempts at making Ghost Stories...Maybe he is trying hard so that out of the 15 movies he tortures us with at least one might become a hit...Nice try...Sorry but This is not the one...So keep trying...And when will I learn not to watch them??!!!
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Chennai Driving - Accident II
Okay so this time...D and I as usual are driving down on Anna Nagar 8th main road on the way to my old house on the same street...We were going to meet my friend there and it was around three in the afternoon...Same blue TVS Champ once again...and D driving yet again...
D and I are mad about something...Honestly I do not remember what...We had started abusing each other ever since we entered Shanti Colony main road from Anna Nagar main road (you know the one that leads us from the Arch to the Roundtana?)...And now after taking the left on 8th main road we were going strong at it...and when I say abusing...I mean the real one...Full fledged English words flowing back and forth...At the second intersection on the same 8th main road...An old man (around 40) comes slowly in his Kinetic Honda...D busy abusing me has her head turned to face me...She does not notice this dude...I see him and scream...She thinks I am yelling at her and she continues her tirade...
CRASH...BOOM...BANG...Three of us are on the street (those days those streets in Chennai were practically empty)...D and I stand up...Still in the same angry mood...Very politely stand up and call the old man un-speakable words...Before we realized our mistake...The old man...Obviously scared of two girls (1st year Arch...This how old I was...19)...Starts apologizing to us...Now both of us are confused...We thought he might get offended at us for calling him names...
We laughed...and the three of us started to laugh...We gave him a hand, helped him with his bike, and apologized for our bad behavior and we drove our way to friends house...
Sometimes I think that the old man was a blessing in disguise...Because after that we forgot what we were fighting about...Maybe if we had continued fighting it might have never ended...Now D and I are still great friends keeping in touch every week or sometimes every day!
Chennai Driving - Accident III
Almost same accident...This time in front of my school where hordes of boys just come and hang out to sight-aditchify girls coming out...My friend M (not D) and I were on my green TVS 50 (not champ)...Driving out of school towards her home to eat some nice Sindhi food...In the enthu of going home fast I was trying to squeeze between the vendors on street, kids walking, cycling, talking, etc...I forgot to notice that right in front of me a dude was trying to do something to attract the attention of some girl...I went on to do a head on collision with him...
Obviously it was his fault...At least that's what I thought then...I have no idea...and I bet he does not either...Both my friend and I hit the ground...and I got up calling him a bastard...Too bad for me I did not notice my class teachers around me...They came to my rescue (they had not heard me call him a bastard)...The boy was angry...a) because he had an accident, b) all his stunt went for a naught, and c) I had just called him a bastard...
He complained to my teacher...Who very smartly said that, "I know Anu and she would never say such a word, now boy help her get home in her bike...I see that it has quite some damage." That boy stood there with his mouth open...Poor darling...Don't know where he is...Took me, my friend and my bike to a mechanic, shelled out Rs. 150/- to get my bike repaired and did not get an apology from me for calling him a Bastard....hahaha...I totally denied it too...
Okay so this time...D and I as usual are driving down on Anna Nagar 8th main road on the way to my old house on the same street...We were going to meet my friend there and it was around three in the afternoon...Same blue TVS Champ once again...and D driving yet again...
D and I are mad about something...Honestly I do not remember what...We had started abusing each other ever since we entered Shanti Colony main road from Anna Nagar main road (you know the one that leads us from the Arch to the Roundtana?)...And now after taking the left on 8th main road we were going strong at it...and when I say abusing...I mean the real one...Full fledged English words flowing back and forth...At the second intersection on the same 8th main road...An old man (around 40) comes slowly in his Kinetic Honda...D busy abusing me has her head turned to face me...She does not notice this dude...I see him and scream...She thinks I am yelling at her and she continues her tirade...
CRASH...BOOM...BANG...Three of us are on the street (those days those streets in Chennai were practically empty)...D and I stand up...Still in the same angry mood...Very politely stand up and call the old man un-speakable words...Before we realized our mistake...The old man...Obviously scared of two girls (1st year Arch...This how old I was...19)...Starts apologizing to us...Now both of us are confused...We thought he might get offended at us for calling him names...
We laughed...and the three of us started to laugh...We gave him a hand, helped him with his bike, and apologized for our bad behavior and we drove our way to friends house...
Sometimes I think that the old man was a blessing in disguise...Because after that we forgot what we were fighting about...Maybe if we had continued fighting it might have never ended...Now D and I are still great friends keeping in touch every week or sometimes every day!
Chennai Driving - Accident III
Almost same accident...This time in front of my school where hordes of boys just come and hang out to sight-aditchify girls coming out...My friend M (not D) and I were on my green TVS 50 (not champ)...Driving out of school towards her home to eat some nice Sindhi food...In the enthu of going home fast I was trying to squeeze between the vendors on street, kids walking, cycling, talking, etc...I forgot to notice that right in front of me a dude was trying to do something to attract the attention of some girl...I went on to do a head on collision with him...
Obviously it was his fault...At least that's what I thought then...I have no idea...and I bet he does not either...Both my friend and I hit the ground...and I got up calling him a bastard...Too bad for me I did not notice my class teachers around me...They came to my rescue (they had not heard me call him a bastard)...The boy was angry...a) because he had an accident, b) all his stunt went for a naught, and c) I had just called him a bastard...
He complained to my teacher...Who very smartly said that, "I know Anu and she would never say such a word, now boy help her get home in her bike...I see that it has quite some damage." That boy stood there with his mouth open...Poor darling...Don't know where he is...Took me, my friend and my bike to a mechanic, shelled out Rs. 150/- to get my bike repaired and did not get an apology from me for calling him a Bastard....hahaha...I totally denied it too...
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Driving In Chennai! - Accident I
I can write a whole book of Accidents that I had met with when I used to live in Chennai...Most of them were not life threatening...They were just bruises and scratches but this one I am going to write put me less than an inch away from death...
Alright...As usual the guest star of this drama is my best friend D (remember she starred in my blog before.
D and I were both on her TVS Champ driving down Nelson Manickam Road from Anna Nagar 15th Street on our way to Santiago Classes (I think)...It must have been some weekend as we were both in color dress (hehehe! That's we used to call regular clothes during school days). She was driving and I was pillion riding sitting on one side (like a girl wearing a skirt would and not like a dude)...
I am usually a very bad pillion rider...In the sense I am a backseat driver...No matter what I will give my two cents such as moving to the left or right, brake, go the light is green, now why did you stop, etc...But this particular day I was tired and decided that I should have confidence in D as I have been riding with her for two or more years now and relaxed...
I relaxed, yup and just for a few seconds...I looked around and then turned my attention once again to the road in front of me...It was right before what was Palaniappa Theater on NM Road...A local dude was standing with his lungi folded up...His hands on his hips and with an urgency in his stance...I don't know what he must have been thinking...Slowly behind him a three wheeler rickshaw with a big open carriage in the back used to carry veggies, etc, was moving closer to the dude...D decided that to go faster she could drive between the dude and the three wheeler and avoid the big traffic on the road...
So here we are doing like 35 kmph on a heavily packed road trying to do the squeeze hoping that the dude or the three wheeler rickshaw will give us enough space...So with great judgment D drove between them...There was just enough space and we would have made it through...Until the dude turned around...and in one split second his hand hit D's handle bar which got locked into the grill on the open carriage of the rickshaw thus dragging us down on the street...
My head hit the road with a thud...Really...I was okay...Really, I opened my eyes, something black and yellow just rolled over my hair that was all over the road now...My hair strained and I felt the pull...I looked up to see what that was all about...Nothing...Just a LORRY!!! A big frigging lorry...Painted yellow with black tires. Remember those Lorries that said SOUND HORN OK PLEASE in India...Same thing...Rolled just an inch away from my head pulling my hair...
Now I decided...If I could have seen a lorry so close to my head and not felt any pain...Then I was dead by now...So I with lot of wisdom I closed my eyes and went to sleep...You know I was dead...
In the meantime D woke up...Brushed her hands of the sand from the road and saw that someone had pulled her bike up and a crowd had gathered...Mostly men...D is now conscious that she was looking shabby...One of the men asked her...Madam are you alright...To which D walked up to her bike, turned her rear view mirror and checked if her hair was okay...The dude got pissed off...He immediately turned his attention to me who was still sleeping on the street...Everybody started asking D to wake me up...D got paranoid and she walked up to me...Shook me three times with her hands...I refused to budge (I am dead) and then she gave me a kick with her leg and told me to get the hell up from the road and not to make a scene...
HEHEHEHE...I really did not know I was making a scene but by now a bigger group had gathered and I slowly sat up...I asked...Where am I??? And D told me on the bloody street and if I did not get up then I will have a lorry on my head in two minutes...I stood up and checked for the dude and the three wheeler and both were missing...I too followed D's step...Walked to the mirror to check that I did not get any marks on my face before telling people around that I was okay and that they could leave...
All the heroes left...I kicked D before helping her push the TVS Champ to the nearest mechanic shop where we also got some first aid...The vehicle was fixed for Rs.50 and we went to our class late that evening...
Why did I write about this? Well, yesterday Girish and I were discussing history of different marks on our hands and face when I noticed that I still had the mark from the small injury I had sustained in the accident and I decided that I finally got something worthwhile to write about and break my writer's block...
I can write a whole book of Accidents that I had met with when I used to live in Chennai...Most of them were not life threatening...They were just bruises and scratches but this one I am going to write put me less than an inch away from death...
Alright...As usual the guest star of this drama is my best friend D (remember she starred in my blog before.
D and I were both on her TVS Champ driving down Nelson Manickam Road from Anna Nagar 15th Street on our way to Santiago Classes (I think)...It must have been some weekend as we were both in color dress (hehehe! That's we used to call regular clothes during school days). She was driving and I was pillion riding sitting on one side (like a girl wearing a skirt would and not like a dude)...
I am usually a very bad pillion rider...In the sense I am a backseat driver...No matter what I will give my two cents such as moving to the left or right, brake, go the light is green, now why did you stop, etc...But this particular day I was tired and decided that I should have confidence in D as I have been riding with her for two or more years now and relaxed...
I relaxed, yup and just for a few seconds...I looked around and then turned my attention once again to the road in front of me...It was right before what was Palaniappa Theater on NM Road...A local dude was standing with his lungi folded up...His hands on his hips and with an urgency in his stance...I don't know what he must have been thinking...Slowly behind him a three wheeler rickshaw with a big open carriage in the back used to carry veggies, etc, was moving closer to the dude...D decided that to go faster she could drive between the dude and the three wheeler and avoid the big traffic on the road...
So here we are doing like 35 kmph on a heavily packed road trying to do the squeeze hoping that the dude or the three wheeler rickshaw will give us enough space...So with great judgment D drove between them...There was just enough space and we would have made it through...Until the dude turned around...and in one split second his hand hit D's handle bar which got locked into the grill on the open carriage of the rickshaw thus dragging us down on the street...
My head hit the road with a thud...Really...I was okay...Really, I opened my eyes, something black and yellow just rolled over my hair that was all over the road now...My hair strained and I felt the pull...I looked up to see what that was all about...Nothing...Just a LORRY!!! A big frigging lorry...Painted yellow with black tires. Remember those Lorries that said SOUND HORN OK PLEASE in India...Same thing...Rolled just an inch away from my head pulling my hair...
Now I decided...If I could have seen a lorry so close to my head and not felt any pain...Then I was dead by now...So I with lot of wisdom I closed my eyes and went to sleep...You know I was dead...
In the meantime D woke up...Brushed her hands of the sand from the road and saw that someone had pulled her bike up and a crowd had gathered...Mostly men...D is now conscious that she was looking shabby...One of the men asked her...Madam are you alright...To which D walked up to her bike, turned her rear view mirror and checked if her hair was okay...The dude got pissed off...He immediately turned his attention to me who was still sleeping on the street...Everybody started asking D to wake me up...D got paranoid and she walked up to me...Shook me three times with her hands...I refused to budge (I am dead) and then she gave me a kick with her leg and told me to get the hell up from the road and not to make a scene...
HEHEHEHE...I really did not know I was making a scene but by now a bigger group had gathered and I slowly sat up...I asked...Where am I??? And D told me on the bloody street and if I did not get up then I will have a lorry on my head in two minutes...I stood up and checked for the dude and the three wheeler and both were missing...I too followed D's step...Walked to the mirror to check that I did not get any marks on my face before telling people around that I was okay and that they could leave...
All the heroes left...I kicked D before helping her push the TVS Champ to the nearest mechanic shop where we also got some first aid...The vehicle was fixed for Rs.50 and we went to our class late that evening...
Why did I write about this? Well, yesterday Girish and I were discussing history of different marks on our hands and face when I noticed that I still had the mark from the small injury I had sustained in the accident and I decided that I finally got something worthwhile to write about and break my writer's block...
Monday, May 01, 2006
Weekdays are very taxing...At least most of the time...But we pull through five days of work and drudgery because we know that it ends in fun...Weekends are times of relaxation and fun...Sometimes it is too much fun and very little relaxation...This weekend was like that...We hardly stayed home...
Starting Friday evening...We went over to our friend's house to set up things for a surprise birthday party for a very good friend who moved away from Dallas to live in a small University town in Kansas...He was coming down with two other friends who were our partners in crime.
Everyone successfully acted as if they had forgotten his birthday during their drive down to Dallas and wished him after he asked for it around 12.30am...They entered the house and we were like 30 of us hiding in the garage with the decorations done, candle lit on the cake and balloons floating in the air. It was difficult to keep everyone quiet but we managed and waited. The birthday boy was lied to and made to enter the garage on the pretext of seeing a BMW that one of his friends had bought it was sure a warm and pleasant surprise seeing 30 plus faces singing 'appy birthday to ya!!!!
We sat around, had dinner around 1.00am, chatted and headed back home around 3.30am...It was surely tiring but was worth the while.
Saturday...Giri and I woke up early...We got ready and headed to our friends place where the Kansas gang was hosted and decided to go to temple. We prayed and then went to Lake Lewisville and rented two speedboats...I was so apprehensive about boating as it was a cold day and the wind was high...But all my darling friends forced me into the deal...Giri having a love for adventure (which somehow I do not possess) went into the big lake...It was scary...I was like WOW! I do not think this is fun...It looked really scary today...Usually it has never looked so foreboding...We were the only visible boat in the whole bloody lake...I freaked out and made Giri turn around to the calmer waters before everyone tubed in the back...Me and my girlfriends did not...But it was fun watching!
Tired and hungry we moved our base to PF Changs after some cleaning up...Food was amazing which was followed by my darling friend who played the strings and sang few of my favorite songs before we headed back home by 3.00am...Long day again!
Sunday...Gosh! We woke up at 1.06pm...really...It was late but we were well rested...and hit the road to Temptations for some Indo-Chinese cuisine. It was bad...Everything was either too spicy or bad...Then some bowling...I sucked at it...hehe...and then we bade farewell to all our friends reminding ourselves about the end of our weekend...Sunday SUX ppl...
We later got home, I did some cleaning and folding clothes before hitting the bed at 12.00am...Now that was a busy weekend for thirteen to fourteen of us who hung around even after the birthday party...But we all enjoyed it...I guess this weekend was more busier than my last week at work!
Starting Friday evening...We went over to our friend's house to set up things for a surprise birthday party for a very good friend who moved away from Dallas to live in a small University town in Kansas...He was coming down with two other friends who were our partners in crime.
Everyone successfully acted as if they had forgotten his birthday during their drive down to Dallas and wished him after he asked for it around 12.30am...They entered the house and we were like 30 of us hiding in the garage with the decorations done, candle lit on the cake and balloons floating in the air. It was difficult to keep everyone quiet but we managed and waited. The birthday boy was lied to and made to enter the garage on the pretext of seeing a BMW that one of his friends had bought it was sure a warm and pleasant surprise seeing 30 plus faces singing 'appy birthday to ya!!!!
We sat around, had dinner around 1.00am, chatted and headed back home around 3.30am...It was surely tiring but was worth the while.
Saturday...Giri and I woke up early...We got ready and headed to our friends place where the Kansas gang was hosted and decided to go to temple. We prayed and then went to Lake Lewisville and rented two speedboats...I was so apprehensive about boating as it was a cold day and the wind was high...But all my darling friends forced me into the deal...Giri having a love for adventure (which somehow I do not possess) went into the big lake...It was scary...I was like WOW! I do not think this is fun...It looked really scary today...Usually it has never looked so foreboding...We were the only visible boat in the whole bloody lake...I freaked out and made Giri turn around to the calmer waters before everyone tubed in the back...Me and my girlfriends did not...But it was fun watching!
Tired and hungry we moved our base to PF Changs after some cleaning up...Food was amazing which was followed by my darling friend who played the strings and sang few of my favorite songs before we headed back home by 3.00am...Long day again!
Sunday...Gosh! We woke up at 1.06pm...really...It was late but we were well rested...and hit the road to Temptations for some Indo-Chinese cuisine. It was bad...Everything was either too spicy or bad...Then some bowling...I sucked at it...hehe...and then we bade farewell to all our friends reminding ourselves about the end of our weekend...Sunday SUX ppl...
We later got home, I did some cleaning and folding clothes before hitting the bed at 12.00am...Now that was a busy weekend for thirteen to fourteen of us who hung around even after the birthday party...But we all enjoyed it...I guess this weekend was more busier than my last week at work!
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