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Juxtaposed...yet again!

I AM SAM (from the Hollywood stable)
The only movie of commensurate quality India ever produced was Rabindranath Tagore's KABULIWALA, directed by Satyajit Ray.
Personal Note:This was one of the last movies (I AM SAM) Dad & I had watched together. We thoroughly savoured it.

MAIN AISA HI HOON (from the Bollywood stable)
Bollywood has always been a non-entity in originality, but does it really have to be such a lousy copycat? Even watching this movie is an insult to the subtleties of the human emotion. Great minds are a rarity, but they are rarer still in India.
Personal Note: Dad didn't live to suffer the torture this movie would have inflicted on him. Anyway, he never watched Bollywood flicks.


Anonymous said…
watched I am Sam on HBO ... cried all along ... what i movie it was ...
Tanvi Sinha said…
I have not seen it yet. I am definitely going to get it now from the blockbusters and watch it now...I am talking about "I am Sam":D
Anonymous said…
Watching hindi cinema, I am continuously reminded of a line from Jagjit Singh's ghazals which went "Aawazon ke bazaron mein, khamoshi pehchane kaun?"

Hindi cinema, for most of the time, is loud and vulgar. They still haven't mastered the art of subdued emotions and silent spaces. However, it is reassuring that there is now an occassional 'relief movie' every few months.

- Gurdas

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