Not a flash in the Pan

I used to avoid bollywood movies till as recently as 2005. In the two decades previous to it, I have scarcely sat through a movie. Me and my wife will decide to go to see a movies after coming to know of its general popularity. That is how we ended up going for DDLJ and HAKH. My wife will join me in walking out after the first 10-15 minutes feeling strangely relived.

The recent films, especially those made for the Multiplexes are making me sit up and watch. This year,the best according to me was ‘Shor in the City’, a delightful parody on life in Mumbai. The screen-play, acting and editing were of the top order. I saw Ishkya, Saheb, Gulam and Gangster, Dirty Picture. Each of them meritorious in its own way. Ishkya and Dirty Picture shows how intelligence actors make huge difference to the movies they work in. I missed Dhobi Ghat, Shaitan, 7KM, Girl in Yellow boots. I do not want to miss out movies of directors like Anurag Kashyap / Vishal Bhardwaj next time.

Trends confirm that good movies are not a flash in the pan and bollywood has subtly changed for the better and you can trust the reviews in the press to guide you what to see and what to avoid.

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