Tanuja Chandra’s Qarib Qarib Singlle is a film to warm your heart, keep you smiling and forget your troubles.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what kind of place, if any, the ‘masala-comedy’ school of cinema – like that of David Dhawan – has in this day and age.
Every so often, amongst all the fanfare, tent-poles, controversies and talk of box-office, there comes a gem of a film that makes those things feel all but redundant.
Ordinarily, Apoorva Lakhia’s Haseena Parkar would go down as just another forgettable mainstream clunk-fest but the hefty nature of its subject matter and importance of the story i
Ashim Ahluwalia’s Daddy leaves you with a hunger to ravenously read up on the real story of the controversial figure on which it’s based.
Badshaho is the migraine that just keeps on giving.
Ahh, there goes another Friday and with it another small town love story to match. Thankfully R.
You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
Is it fair to expect filmmakers only to produce the kinds of films we’ve come to associate with them? Is it right to presume the same level of depth and complexity from each
Accept, adjust, adapt, manage, tolerate, settle and ultimately suffer. This is the sad reality of many women in India today and the mindset they are expected to follow.
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