*Not for the faint hearted.

Anything and everything you look here is wrong. Catastrophe, I say. Okay maybe they got the wind factor but that’s about it. As a complete Superman buff I am appalled. But then one glance at ex hero no. 1 cum once-upon-a-time politician’s past-present fashion taste (if one may call it so), the above disaster isn’t all that surprising.

And for Ms. Katkar, anything said is less. Well that’s cause there isn’t much to say about her Bollywood career at least. Her stint in the industry was much like blink-n-u-miss kinds but role playing seemed to be her forte – She started off with playing desi ape man’s very much desi Jane and signed off with as the Jhuma Chuma aunty.

BTW I am most offended by the ‘side hip thrusting’ movement in scene 1.01 and ‘I am a bird’ bit in scene 3.16 and the ‘hop-n-squat’ movement in scene 2.36 and, uff dunk it me too grumpy to write further.

[Ps – On a similar note, check out apna Southie version of Thriller. Scary shitts no doubt.]

It’s quite amusing if one takes a look at recent times Lezzy (lesbian) films with an Indian sub-context. Actually No. Let me rephrase this.

Watching the (only) two Lezzy films from mainstream Hindi cinema was an amusing experience, at least for me. I’m referring to Deepa Mehta’s Fire (1998), and blink-and-you-missed-it, Karan Razdan’s Girlfriend (2004). Of course, the two films differed widely in terms of storyline, direction, and other production aspects. Let’s not even go into difference in the acting department.

However the common thread between the two is this: Both films needed a reason for lesbianism. Homosexuality had to be explained and given a valid raison d’etre: the lead characters of both films were abused, sexually and emotionally, by members of the opposite sex, therefore they turned to other women for ‘solace’.

The latest entrant in the Desi lesbian film circuit is Manan Katohora, with When Kiran Met Karen (WKMK), with newbies Chriselle Almeida and Kelli Holsopple playing the respective lead characters. My inbox has been flooded with mails titled, subtitled and signed off with JMD (Jai Mata Di)-invoking PR for the film. If you are a member of those International filmy Yahoo! Groups you’ll know what I’m talking about.

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A daft television actor along with his equally (or even more) daft girl friend bumping into another daft couple (friends) in the cinema hall’s lift.

Daft Couple: “So how did you find the movie?”

Daft Television Actor: “Hmmmmm……..”

(Intrusion)

Daft Girlfriend: “It was so slow yaaar. I nearly slept thru most of it. How boring!”

(Yours truly standing next to the daft couples. Utilizing all the energy required to keep her trap shut and hands from smacking the shits out of the daft girlfriend – just because of mama dearest’s presence)

Call me touchy or anything else you may – but I do tend to get emotional or rather protective when it comes to good cinema. And such daft people really get my galls. Agreed, liking or disliking any form of art such as films (as in this case) is a matter of personal choice. But then there are certain creations who manage to touch a chord deep within irrespective of genre, language, personal likes/dislikes, etc etc.

And I wouldn’t be wrong in placing Pakistani director Shoaib Mansoor’s Khuda Ke Liye in the above stated category.

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