Those ridiculous awards

The season of film awards is about to return with a vengeance. If I don’t attend or appreciate awards it is not out of a sour grapes attitude but it’s simply because I do not believe in them — whether it is the Oscars or the hundreds of awards given in our country by media houses and other organisations who know that such functions mean big business.

Into the criminal mind

Rape is nothing but a brutal and heinous invasion of a woman’s freedom

have to say this loud and clear. My blood boils with rage when I hear some premedieval jokers say that a woman wearing glamorous clothes is inviting herself to be raped. That’s like saying a rich man showing his wealth is inviting himself to be robbed. Or a political leader wielding his power is inviting himself to be killed.

Hitting the right spot

Where to hang Kasab? It’s the place that counts. In fact, I have always believed that a location in a film should be treated like a character. In the right context and with rightly composed shots, you will almost feel as if the location is alive. It should have a recall value long after the film is over.

Just call me Gabbar Singh

Once, someone sent me a printout of a review posted on a website titled “Get Him While He’s Down Cause He’s Gonna Come Back with a Magnum and Then You Gotta Ask Yourself: ‘Do I Feel Lucky?’ Well, Do Ya PUNK?”