Category: Films
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I have a weakness for stories about the Indian Armed Forces. Or maybe it is a strength. I haven’t decided yet. Either way, Operation Safed Sagar had me binge-watching all six episodes back-to-back. Something I haven’t done in a very long time. The Netflix series is based on the Indian Air Force’s role during the…
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I owe Robert Pattinson an apology. There. I said it. I came to Twilight late. Very late. So late that my introduction to Edward Cullen came via a Criminal Minds joke I didn’t understand. And after I did my crash course of the series, Robert Pattinson existed in my head primarily as Edward Cullen. And…
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From romance to restraint — my changing equation with Shah Rukh Khan I don’t enjoy most romances. They need to have something more…conflict, context, consequence. Love alone, with random drama stitched around it, doesn’t work for me. Maybe that’s why my relationship with Shah Rukh Khan has always been… complicated. I know what he represents.…
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The quiet rebellion against possessive love. There are films that fail because they are poorly made.And then there are films that stumble because they refuse to behave the way audiences expect them to. Dear Comrade belongs to the second category. When it released, many walked in expecting the return of the “angry young man.” The…
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A life lived beyond the verdict Haq isn’t about a verdict or a judgment. It’s about the cost of survival, and the woman who carried it. Yami Gautam as Shazia Bano doesn’t just anchor the film; she is the film. What struck me most was how Shazia’s journey is portrayed not as a dramatic transformation,…
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Reflections on Sita Ramam I avoid tragedies. I always have. I can read anything, watch anything…except stories that end in loss. And yet, Sita Ramam made me sit through its ending not once, not twice, but three times. The narrative choice itself is audacious. The story of Ram and Sita isn’t handed to us—it’s assembled,…
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How Agneepath Changed the Way We Understand — and Excuse — Anger There was a time when anger in Hindi cinema was meant to unsettle us. It wasn’t aspirational. It wasn’t stylish. It sat heavy in the chest, made heroes uncomfortable, and left audiences unsure of whom to root for. When Agneepath released in 1990,…
