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    Reviews

    “A cerebral joyride”
    Karan Johar, filmmaker on REDIFF

    “Among the most charming and creative Indian independent films”
    J Hurtado, TWITCH

    ★★★★✩
    “You don’t really need a big star cast… you don’t even need a big budget to get the techniques of filmmaking bang on…”
    Allen O Brien, TIMES OF INDIA

    ★★★★✩
    “An outstanding experience that doesn’t come by too often out of Indian cinema!”
    Shakti Salgaokar, DNA

    ★★★
    “This film can reach out the young, urban, upwardly mobile, but lonely, disconnected souls living anywhere in the world, not just India.”
    Namrata Joshi, OUTLOOK

    “I was blown away!”
    Aseem Chhabra, MUMBAI MIRROR

    “Good Night Good Morning is brilliant!”
    Rohit Vats, IBN-LIVE

    ★★★✩✩
    “Watch it because it’s a smart film.”
    Shubha Shetty Saha, MIDDAY

    ★★★✩✩
    “A small gem of a movie.”
    Sonia Chopra, SIFY

    ★★★✩✩
    “A charming flirtation to watch.”
    Shalini Langer, INDIAN EXPRESS

    “Interesting, intelligent & innovative”
    Pragya Tiwari, TEHELKA

    “Beyond good. Original, engrossing and entertaining”
    Roshni Mulchandani, BOLLYSPICE

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    Synopsis

    ‘Good Night Good Morning’ is a black and white, split-screen, conversation film about two strangers sharing an all-night phone call on New Year's night.

    Writer-Director Sudhish Kamath attempts to discover good old-fashioned romance in a technology-driven mobile world as the boy Turiya, driving from New York to Philadelphia with buddies, calls the enigmatic girl staying alone in her hotel room, after a brief encounter at the bar earlier in the night.

    The boy has his baggage of an eight-year-old failed relationship and the girl has her own demons to fight. Scarred by unpleasant memories, she prefers to travel on New Year's Eve.

    Anonymity could be comforting and such a situation could lead to an almost romance as two strangers go through the eight stages of a relationship – The Icebreaker, The Honeymoon, The Reality Check, The Break-up, The Patch-up, The Confiding, The Great Friendship, The Killing Confusion - all over one phone conversation.

    As they get closer to each other over the phone, they find themselves miles apart geographically when the film ends and it is time for her to board her flight. Will they just let it be a night they would cherish for the rest of their lives or do they want more?

    Good Night | Good Morning, starring Manu Narayan (Bombay Dreams, The Love Guru, Quarter Life Crisis) and Seema Rahmani (Loins of Punjab, Sins and Missed Call) also features New York based theatre actor Vasanth Santosham (Bhopal: A Prayer for Rain), screenwriter and film critic Raja Sen and adman Abhishek D Shah.

    Shot in black and white as a tribute to the era of talkies of the fifties, the film set to a jazzy score by musicians from UK (Jazz composer Ray Guntrip and singer Tina May collaborated for the song ‘Out of the Blue), the US (Manu Narayan and his creative partner Radovan scored two songs for the film – All That’s Beautiful Must Die and Fire while Gregory Generet provided his versions of two popular jazz standards – Once You’ve Been In Love and Moon Dance) and India (Sudeep and Jerry came up with a new live version of Strangers in the Night) was met with rave reviews from leading film critics.

    The film was released under the PVR Director’s Rare banner on January 20, 2012.

    Festivals & Screenings

    Mumbai Film Festival (MAMI), Mumbai 2010 World Premiere
    South Asian Intl Film Festival, New York, 2010 Intl Premiere
    Goa Film Alliance-IFFI, Goa, 2010 Spl Screening
    Chennai Intl Film Festival, Chennai, 2010 Official Selection
    Habitat Film Festival, New Delhi, 2011 Official Selection
    Transilvania Intl Film Festival, Cluj, 2011 Official Selection, 3.97/5 Audience Barometer
    International Film Festival, Delhi, 2011 Official Selection
    Noordelijk Film Festival, Netherlands, 2011 Official Selection, 7.11/10 Audience Barometer
    Mumbai Film Mart, Mumbai 2011, Market Screening
    Film Bazaar, IFFI-Goa, 2011, Market Screening
    Saarang Film Festival, IIT-Madras, 2012, Official Selection, 7.7/10 Audience Barometer

    Theatrical Release, January 20, 2012 through PVR

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SWADES: The updated, REAL review

December 17, 2004 · by sudhishkamath

It’s official. Ashutosh Gowariker has BALLS the size of his heart. Big, that is.

Guess what? Shah Rukh Khan did not ACT in Swades.

In fact, you can almost catch a thick ruler in the frame… everytime Shah Rukh Khan starts to act himself, WHACCCCK! goes the scale and out comes a pretty realistic, toned down, underplayed performance — a first from Shah Rukh Khan.

Shah Rukh fans, don’t worry, he’s still uses up his trademark stock expressions and SRK-wooing-the-girl-style in a coupla scenes like the one where he tells Gayatri not to miss him too much, before Ashu reminded him again that this wasn’t Kal Ho Na Ho and Gayatri wasn’t Preity Zinta.

No designer clothes, No grand entry intro for SRK either, no gaajar ka halwa maa-lodrama (again, a very good touch when his granny Kauveriamma breaks down much later. After meeting him after a decade… initially, she’s surprised, full of happiness, then she brings an aarti and then finally the emotional senti reaction which Hindi fillums usually show instantly on Maa meeting beta).

Swades is clearly a Ashutosh Gowariker film and it shows.

Right from frame one, to the last Shah Rukh Khan is just Mohan Bhargava, the Project Manager of the Global Precipitation Monitoring systems in NASA. The film in its first half is like … deja vu Lagaan, esp. when Mohan tries to convince the villagers. There it was getting a team for the cricket match. Here it is education for their children. You just can’t miss the Lagaan hangover when the villagers ask him about his job at NASA. After hearing about him working on a satellite around earth to predict rainfall, the village elder reacts: “Yeh kaam tho hamra Sahadev bhi karat hai.” (Oh, even our own Sahadev does it.) And soon, Sahadev, the villager known for his accuracy in predicting rainfall looks upto the sky and says: “Aasmaan saaf hai, do din tak barsaat nahin hogi.” (The sky is clear, there won’t be any rain for two days).

An embarassed SRK just says: “Ji, main bhi yehi kaam kartha hoon.” (I do the same thing there.) Remember someone saying cricket was similar to hamra gilli-danda in Lagaan?

But for these moments, the similarity with Lagaan is only in theme of empowerment and unity. Presentation-wise Swades has a very documentary, realistic feel. There are a few lines here and there that are preachy, but they are not really out of place in a film like this. In fact, to ensure that the film does not appear too idealistic, Ashutosh sacrifices commercial elements: There is no corrupt village head or politician, there are no fights, no villains or bad people in the movie.

The conflict is purely within the heart of Mohan Bhargava — should he return home or stay back in America as a “Non-Returning Indian?” It is the lack of a villain or a physical conflict which makes three and a half hours viewing a little tiring.

Swades hence is not like the idealistic, near-euphoric Nayak (Muthalvan in Tamil) where the protagonist shows how much can be changed. Swades is realistic, sensitive, classy and very laid-back to the point of being indulgent, resulting in very slow narrative where changes in characters and the story, happen over a longish second half.

There are plenty of beautiful metaphors and at least a coupla scenes likely to stay in your heart for a long time. The scene where a teary-eyed mineral-water drinking Mohan buys water from the boy at a remote railway station or the scene where Mohan visits a villager to collect debts and comes face to face with their reality as they serve him food with nothing much to eat themselves.

Man, these scenes really got to me, struck a chord somewhere within.. And if the movie can do that to me who is still in India and not all that guilty about “lighting the neighbour’s house” (watch it to understand that phrase), imagine what it can do the guilt-ridden NRI!

Yeah, the movie talks to the NRI, there’s a whole lot of English in the film, from the very first scene.

The movie sags quite a bit in the second half with at least two songs that could have been removed at the editing table, if not for the “moments” — like the ones we’ve seen in the teasers — SRK in a bus, in a train and on a boat in one song and the other being the Ramleela song sequence, where Mohan chips in to tells the villagers that everyone can be Ram by removing the Ravan from within. The Baba rehash ‘Dekho Na’, thankfully is cut-short and snipped halfway.

The songs are just there to showcase Gayatri Joshi, (a little too sexy for Sita in the Ramleela song) and the lady really can act. Pretty, pretty promising and with great potential too. The supporting cast is refreshingly good, like it was in Lagaan.

And Swades, also is the first movie to have an unlikely item appearance — Makarand Deshpande just hitches a hike for the ‘Yun Hi Chala’ song.

There is no climax. Just the song ‘Yeh Jo Des Hai Tera’ picturised (like I guessed in my earlier review) to give you goose bumps. Clearly, the new official national anthem for the NRIs.

Also, Swades has to be watched at leisure and with good company. It’s really long, but I think we, the people owe it to the movie. It’s not everyday that a filmmaker makes an earnest attempt in addressing a very relevant underplayed issue of brain drain.

Well, on hindsight, I don’t think I wasn’t too off the mark from my predicted review (read previous post) but for the length and the pace.

So, yes… rise people and let’s give this one a standing ovation!

REVIEW: Swades!

December 16, 2004 · by sudhishkamath

“Main yeh nahin maanta ki hamara desh duniya ka sabse mahaan desh hai,” says Mohan Bhargav emphatically. (“I don’t think our country is the greatest in the world.”)

A few scenes later when he tries convincing his Ma to move to America he says, “Kuch Nahin Honewala is desh ka.” (“Nothing is going to change/happen to this country”)

And then, mother India and heroine India Gayathri Joshi bring about a change, telling him “Culture aur tradition ke bina desh aatma bina shareer samaan hota hai.” (A country without its culture is like a body without a soul)

Now, can Mohan leave his soul behind and all the people who he’s ever loved?

A personal crisis brings about a transformation as Mohan decides to accept the challenge like Bhuvan did in ‘Lagaan.’ While Bhuvan’s challenge was in uniting villagers of Champaner to beat the Englishmen in their own game, Mohan’s challenge is in uniting villagers of Charanpur to beat the new villains (corruption, bureaucracy, caste system and dirty politics) and bring about a change.

Swades marks the return of the non-resident Indian and with the changing times, Rabindranath Tagore wouldn’t really mind if you tell him that the country finally has a new national anthem, thanks to A.R. Rahman. ‘Yeh Jo Des Hai Tera’ gives you the goose bumps when you watch it on the screen and the shehnaai will haunt you for the rest of your life and infuse the modern Indian with a fresh dose of soulful patriotism, unheard and unseen of in a long time in Indian cinema. Unlike the unbelievable jingoism seen on the big screen in the nineties, Swades returns to an earlier era of Hindi cinema when filmmakers had their heart in the right place.

Ashutosh clearly belongs to that league.

The blue tone of Swades, in direct contrast to the earthy browns of Lagaan, pretty fills the frames with hope, promise and the freshness and potency of water. “Boond Boond milne se banta ek dariya hai,” as the song takes off on the ‘Tiny drops make an ocean’ saying, and underlines the importance of unity and solidarity.

Swades has Shah Rukh Khan playing his usual self smacking of arrogance in the first few frames of the film and then contrasts it with a much toned down, subdued performance after the transformation — easily one of his best performances. Gayathri Joshi reveals plenty of potential and versatility, is likely to appeal to people more than Gracy Singh.

Though there are bound to be comparisons between Lagaan and Swades, this call of the nation deserves to be viewed in isolation.

Never has a movie inspired an Indian more.

Here’s a salute to Ashutosh Gowarikar.

Another to Shah Rukh Khan.

And one, of course, to the country that made these wonderful people.

Yet another to the Indians around the world who will make sure that this venture from the heart does not go unnoticed.

Swades is truly the movie that’s will give every Non Resident Indian and every Resident Non Indian the most needed epiphany. The moment of truth is here. To this country. And it is we who make the country what it is.

Rise, people. For a standing ovation to Ashutosh and team.

Post Script:

Er … Relax guys, I was just practicing writing a review for Swades. I haven’t seen the movie yet, watching it tomorrow first day first show. Let’s just hope I’m right. 😀

REVIEW: Ocean’s Twelve

December 13, 2004 · by sudhishkamath

I laughed quite a bit in the hall.

It was so much fun, no doubt.

And as I walked out, I could hear a bunch of guys discussing: “Looks like nobody got it… What was it all about? Maybe we should wait for Ocean’s 13.”

I share the sentiment.

I think you need to watch this a second time to get what actually happens, more like Mission Impossible 1 or let’s say Vanilla Sky. But then, from what I understood from the film, even if you watch it the second time, I don’t think you’ll buy the plot… the plot is a bit of a let down.

In his pursuit of doing a fitting sequel to Ocean’s 11, Soderberg seems to have lost the plot literally but thanks to some awesome camera angles, slick cuts, howlarious moments, especially, the bonding scenes and the some great twists and some odd turns, the movie certainly lives up to the promise of an exciting team out to do yet another job, if you just forgive the conveniently simple way the guys pull off the job!

Ocean’s 11 was about a robbery that happens, but not in the way the director sets it up. True to that knot, Oceans 12 is also about a robbery which is not executed the way the director initially wants you to believe but the only difference here: The way they finally rob, somehow does not sound even half as exciting as the other plans the team comes up with. Why have a plan that can be done with a handful of freshers executed by a team of Ocean’s calibre?? If the simplicity in plot was the intention, then why not something even more ridiculously simpler? The simplicity if intended was probably to highlight the irony involved by comparing it with the complexity with which the world’s best thief steals the same thing. But still, that’s a big let down after the super build up and all that planning shown!

That ignored, the movie’s a blast. Rocking music, slick visuals — Soderberg once again blends the documentary-style filmmaking with hand-held cameras and classical old-film feel camerwork with plenty of supers (super imposed text)and uses new-age MTV inspired jump cuts to provide a very stylish retro feel. There are plenty of smart lines, expressions which women are likely to find super-cute. What with Brad Pitt and Clooney around!

The Europol Catherine Zeta Jones intro scene where she talks about the most popular thief Night Fox reminded me of our desi cop flicks where commissioners of all districts sit around to bitch about the most wanted criminal and his past record. I almost saw Captain Vijayakanth rise and say: “Night Faax nari ah irakalaam, ana intha Captain minadi verum ordinary” before he walks away out of the hall in slow motion and Deva’s score to elevate the impact.

(For the benefit of those who don’t know Tamil: Nari in Tamil means Fox… So, “He mite be Night Nari, but in front of Captain, he’s just Ordinary!”)

ha ha! Anyway, the movie is full of surprises, some convincing and some completely out of our Hindi fillums… the Chinky dude hiding in a suitcase is a bit too much to digest even by Captain film standards… but help yourself! Ocean’s Twelve is great company, join the party, drop in with a pinch of salt and lemon and you have a classic Tequila shot ready!

REVIEW! Musafir: U-Turn Phir, with a twist!

December 10, 2004 · by sudhishkamath

Gandhiji ko hi dekho… (Look at Gandhiji, for instance…)

Zari zindagi ahinsa he peeche bhaagtey rahe… (He ran behind non violence all his life)

aur un hi ka foto aisi jagah chaap daala (and then you put his photo in that place…)

jo duniye ke saare hinsa ka jadd hai… (which is the root of all violence in the world)

PAISA!! (MONEY!)

*Whistle whistle*

Sanju Baba ne kya line maare hai boss… Ekdum solid… The movie rests on him totally, though he’s just done something like a guest role… Move over Mogambo, Dr.Dong, Gabbar, the coolest and most stylish villain in Hindi cinema… Billa! (That’s big time exaggeration but what the hell, let’s celebrate a villain when he’s around for a change!)

What I liked about Sanjay Dutt’s villain role here is that this villain does what every hero usually gets to do… He gets the best lines in the house, gets the best cars, bikes, babes, clothes and jewellery, he gets to dance for at least two item tracks and sleep with one heroine (while the hero Anil gets only one pathos track), he also gets to kick the hero’s butt from the first scene to last, and finally ride away into the sunset…

Super cool Billa… Billkool!

But for him, the rest of the movie has a huge Oliver Stone-Quentin Tarantino hangover, with Sanjay Gupta trying to create Hindi cinema’s first slick stylish film noir… But for the iota of originality that Billa and Milap Zaveri’s lines have to offer, everything else in the movie is a rehash, painstakingly recreated to suit Indian taste buds… incest is toned down to child abuse, an otherwise dark film is lit up by a few laughs, promiscous behaviour replaced by chotta-motta kissing and swimming pool scenes…

Talking of which, we come to the next most significant part of the movie after Billa… Sam.

Sameera Reddy is hawt and her curious twins from Cleveland provide the much needed support to her screen presence! ha ha! (For the record, I’ve met Sameera Reddy and I know her as well and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind that comment. She knows she has a great bod and she’s mighty proud of it!)

Anil kapoor is so-so, he cuts a sorry figure (but that’s the character… A man who is Lucky by name but far from it otherwise) He doesn’t have much to do but to look like he hasn’t had a bath in years and a shave in days (but guess what, this time around his trademark chest bush which can give Austin Powers a complex has been deforested, so much for logic…) and sound like he hasn’t brushed his teeth…

By the way, he totally sucks in kissing… i mean he does not suck… in fact he just does not know what to do when she presses her lips against his… cartoon saala! But her kiss is good, the scene when she kisses him… man, I always wonder why Indian heroes can’t kiss convincingly. Oh, I forgot Kamal Hasan, but again he’s aggressive and overdoes it. The Fardeen-Kareena kiss in ‘Dev‘ was a decent one, I thought.

Anyway, back to the movie… Mahesh manjrekar is 100 per cent sidey and 200 per cent convincing as the perverted ‘husband’ who just has to lech, abuse Sam and say “Kholo… Blouse kholo” at the drop of a camera angle aimed at Sam’s twins! By the way, that it happens throughout the movie is a different story. Okay, so is it a good movie or a bad movie?

Depends on whether you are man or woman… If you’re man, you have Sanjay Dutt and Sameera Reddy who totally make the movie paisa-vasool… If you’re woman, you don’t have anything more than Sanjay Dutt to look forward to from what you are likely to describe as “a crude, crass, over-the-top, style-over-substance, wannabe Stone-Tarantino-ish, slick flick without a soul.”

Ha ha!

Let me tell warn all those reading this blog that I also liked ‘Boom,’ for six obvious reasons pertaining to the three heroines. And of course, Amitabh Bachchan! Boom Shankar (Javed Jaffrey) was a bonus.

Hmmm! High time Kaizad Gustad and Sanjay Gupta get out of their ‘Main Bhi Quentin’ mode and do something that’s original… again, not that I don’t like their movies. Just that, I think these guys do have potential which they seem to waste in these remakes. They have similar ideas and styles because their inspiration seems to come from the same masters!

In fact, I asked Sanjay Gupta during a press conference in Singapore during the IIFA awards if Musafir was “U-Turn with a twist.” He turned so red, that he nearly killed me with that look.

He just says: No.

Me: “You mean it’s just a co-incidence that you have similar characters.”

“What co-incidence?” he asks.

“Well, traveller loses money and is on the run, gets stuck in a town with no where to go, gets an offer from a man to kill his wife,” I explain before he cuts me short.

“There are plenty of movies like that,” says he.

“So it’s not U-Turn?” I ask again.

“You heard it right the first time,” he says.

I soon realise that his ‘Kaante‘ ran into trouble in the US with copyright issues after he publicised the movie to be a tribute to ‘Reservoir Dogs.’ The last thing he now wanted was another suit slapped on him. I looked around at the press conference. Yeah, there were a plenty of journalists from the international media. I’m sure he hates me for irritating him with that question.

He he!

Bonus: More Billa lines:

1. Tujhe dekh ke hi main jaan gaya … Jahan dekhi laundiya, naachne laga dandiya!

2. Saara Hindustan main do national pass time hote hai … Gaana aur bajaana … Agar tu ne kahin bajaane ke liye roka, tho main tumhe bajaoonga!

3. Agar jhaad ke peeche ladki ke saath naachne ki khujli nahin hoti, tho tu bhi villain ban sakta tha… Billa ban sakta tha!

The ‘What-if’ make-your-own-movie formula!

December 10, 2004 · by sudhishkamath

Watched 13 Going on 30 last evening.

Mushy chick flick and I hate to admit I actually liked it. It’s yet another one of those “What if” movies Hollywood churns out.

Feel free to add to the collection.

What if:

A 13 year old girl who wants to be 30, wakes up next morning to find out she’s now 30: 13 Going on 30.

A little boy grows big: Big

You became God: Bruce Almighty

You meet Devil who gives you seven wishes: Bedazzled

Your Mom and you exchanged personalities: Freaky Friday

You have to win over the girl every single day cuz she does not remember: 50 First Dates

The same day repeats itself again and again and again: Ground Hog Day

You can read women’s minds: What Women want

You can read animals: Dr.Dolittle

You became an animal: The Animal

An attractive woman becomes a man: The Hot Chick

You can only see the inner beauty of women: Shallow Hal

You find a magic mask that can get you what you want: Mask

In most of these movies, there’s always a character who wants or does not want something to happen, and then by magic, it just happens overnight… and in some cases, they are back to their real lives as more enlightened souls.

There’s a willing suspension of disbelief from the viewer’s end, there’s no logic whatsover, pure magic. But it still works and how… My favourites are 50 First Dates, GroundHog Day and Bruce Almighty and What Women Want… all fantastic plotlines.

The ‘What if’ plotlines are a recommended exercise for those interested in writing scripts. You can start writing your film’s plot right away. Just fill in the blanks: What if man/woman/boy or girl finds out that _____________ (fill in situation there with adequate scope for boy loves girl) the next morning/moment and then learns/realises that he/she was better off before.

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Off-topic:

But now, it’s time for Hindi films. I hope to watch Musafir tonight and can’t wait for December 17 for Swades. Meanwhile, here’s my review of Hulchul, in case you missed to read it in the papers.

Post Script:

And yeah, the last post is still open for discussion. Some interesting comments there. He he!

Fighting hubris: You can’t please everybody!

December 8, 2004 · by sudhishkamath

hubris n.

1. Exaggerated pride or self confidence often resulting in retribution.

2. Overbearing presumption; arrogance.



Watch a cricket match in a room full of people and you’ll know what I’m talking about. Everyone seems to have an opinion about what fielding change Ganguly should bring about next, or who should bowl or if we are batting, where to knock the ball for a single… You can hear different versions of what’s really wrong with Sehwag’s technique. Comments which will really make you forgive Sidhu or Kris Srikkanth… at least these buggers played some international cricket.

More than an opinion, everybody seems to KNOW, more than what the guy on the field would.

Similarly, just eavesdrop into a saloon or a tea-shop conversation where there’s always this huge heated discussion on who or what is better than what. Congress or BJP? DMK or AIADMK? Sankaraman or Sankaracharya? Everybody seems to know.

The most enlightening part of being a journalist is learning to just sit back and observe.

And after ten years in this job … I think I can share with you something I learnt …

Oops, Now that I’m made myself sound really old, I should cut to Flashback.

I’m not really as old, I just started when I was in my second year of college, writing for this neighbourhood newspaper called Anna Nagar Times for three months before moving on to work for its underdog rival called Metro Ads — I wrote Film Reviews every week and used to simply love ripping apart movies to bits. I did that for hundred weeks and then did my M.S in Communication to find out how much I didn’t know about movies which I blatantly ripped, to find out how badly I used to write then, to find out that I was capable of doing better and that there’s nothing called perfection, especially when there’s the deadline noose tightening around your neck. That’s also when I learnt that journalism is actually “literature in a hurry.” And when I learnt that learning reaches its finality only with death.

So, while in communication school, we learnt the job on the job. We brought out a Weekly eight-page tabloid called A.m.plus, this time with supervision from the professors who taught us. You don’t need two years in communication school, two classes will do to learn that communication cannot be generic, it has to be tailored specially to reach different classes of people.

We are a nation of more than one billion people today. There are 40,000 publications with a total circulation of less than 10 crores. Yes, only a miniscule percent of our country actually reads. And only a fraction of it actually reads ENGLISH. Now, let’s break that further down into who reads what kind of English newspapers. In a crore, about 13 lakh read The Hindu, about 23 lakh read The Times of India, about 10 lakh read papers from the Express group and so on… But even within the readers of these papers, the tastes are diverse.

The Hindu stands for credibility and authentic news coverage while The Times of India is about aggressive marketing and reaching out to more people by giving them what they want and in the best possible way. Though I don’t read, even newspapers, all that much, I like The Times of India as much as I like The Hindu. I like Outlook as much as I like India Today (Check out their diametrically opposite takes on the Shankaracharya case) just like how I love David Dhawan films as much as I love Mani Ratnam or Kamal Hasan films. Why?

Because I understand who these guys are trying to talk to. David Dhawan doesn’t really give a damn to what some art film critic thinks about his movies just like how Mani Ratnam does not really think about industry conventions and public tastes when he makes his movies. When both of them are in the business of entertainment and making money, why don’t they really care?

Because they know who they are making their films for. They know who pays for the tickets. They really don’t care what the Censor officer’s wife thinks about their movies.

The basis for all communication lies in just that simple detail: target audience.

Just like the way you talk to the auto-driver isn’t always the same as the way you talk to your girlfriend or the way you talk to your boss, the way you write or make your movie has to do with who you are doing it for.

So, the way we write for one section of the newspaper need not be the same as the way we write for another not just because the audiences might be different but also because different stories need to be told differently. By writing our stories keeping the readers in mind, we know we have better chances of reaching them than our competition.

Forget newspapers, just look around the blog world. When Kiruba writes about a peephole video he saw or when Vinod freely circulates private pictures of a leading actress (machaan Vinod, see I’m helping you reach your 220 comments), not everybody is pleased. Why? Because people have different tastes. It’s not because Kiruba is wrong or Vinod is right, it’s simply because our takes and tastes on different issues are different.

Like I said earlier, India is a country of over one billion people, each of them different from each other. But yet, they are similar in a lot of ways. But India, makes only for one eighth of the world’s population. Then, imagine how many different point of views exist.

When it is impossible for two people in a same office or a classroom to agree, when it is possible for one person to hate another in a space of less than 100 square metres, imagine the magnitude of difference in opinions, takes, beliefs and reactions to any given issue, across the world.



I wrote this blog because I came across this other blog that discussed one of the stories I had written. It generated something like 50 comments (Hmmm…that surely is one discussion-generating story for sure) ranging from the blunt (“Sudish Kamath is an asshole”) to the smart (“Reading his story is like watching a T.Rajendar film… it’s so bad that it’s hilarious” (that’s my favourite, easily the best of the comments) and some not so smart lines like “his sense of humour is like a bunch of pigs wallowing in a sewer.” (very weak, for someone criticising sense of humour, ha ha!)

I don’t know if there are more such people discussing why my stories suck (Guys, I might even agree with you, but depending on which one you’re talking about!) but this is the only point I want to make. I write, for the people of good old Madras … who read the paper that is evolving with them and with the Times (Er… sorry but that pun was just too tempting!! 🙂

Clarification: The title of the blog just means I’m trying to fight my hubris, not yours! He he!


The Last Samurai!

December 8, 2004 · by sudhishkamath


Om Cruise: The Return of my Last Samurai. After repeated phone calls, threats, three weeks and 7000 bucks later, a warrior returns home! Whew! Posted by Hello

Can’t get any bigger than THIS!!

December 3, 2004 · by sudhishkamath

People!

Today wasn’t just another day. It was the MOST action packed day. Since I’m tired, here are just the highlights.

1. Woke up at 5.30 a.m. That’s a first of sorts. Not been up that early, it’s the time I sometimes hit the bed. Went to airport.

2. Find myself in Executive Class on the plane to Hyderabad, two seats away from Trisha. Yeah, Trisha! 🙂 In the same row as me. Poor thing was so tired she slept throughout most of the journey. As I saw her pull over that denim jacket over her and sleep, all I could see was just another girl. There is innocence in all of us. It was at this point that I just thought about the ugly posts made by a few of our fellow bloggers about popular personalities and this girl sleeping right beside me (of course, two seats away… both of us had window seats, both the aisle seats were taken by a some guys who looked like businessmen). Just because someone’s popular, does that give us the right to peep into their private lives and bring it up in PUBLIC without having the slightest concern for the truth or ethics? Diaries are different from blogs primarily cuz nobody but you reads your diary. That’s not the same when you blog.

3. As we walked out together, she said I should stay back for an extra day and there are plenty of places to see. She was in Hyderabad for a day on her way to shoot in Warangal for Prabhu Deva’s Telugu directorial venture. Somehow, I just couldn’t respond normally to her. I was thinking about the blogs and the comments. I was disturbed. I’m sure any of you too would be.

4. I reached IMAX and bumped into a friend’s classmate who had met me long ago. We hit it off instantly and Thank God for that, cuz it really changed my mood. Women have that kind of appeal, don’t they? So we did plenty of chatting, had a blast and watched ‘The Polar Express’ together. She had come all the way from Bombay and I from Madras on executive class, I repeat, for just this — Watching the movie on IMAX. And even if I had to pay for it, I would say… this is one experience which is worth it! Think Big is the tagline for IMAX! It surely can’t get any bigger than this!

5. About the movie. Do I love Zameckis or what?? You can’t miss the similarities between the feather in Forrest Gump and the ticket in Polar Express, Wilson, the volleyball in Castaway and the snowman in Polar Express, the debate between religion/faith and science/rationality from Contact to the debate between belief and logic in this movie. Add to this mind blowing animation, it’s like watching Indiana Jones on 3D or being on a roller coaster that falls eight storeys… Yeah, that’s how BIG the screen was — the size of a football field! And this was a 3D movie mind you, so you can imagine how exciting it gets. “I don’t want this movie to get over,” said my friend, as she clasped my arm every other moment there was a jump, or a thrill! Awesome is the word for this movie. Seeing is believing goes the tag-line for the movie. See it. To Believe.

6. Some lines I liked from the movie.

“Some of the best things in the world are things you cannot see.”
“Doesn’t matter if you don’t know where you are headed,
what matters is the decision to get going.”

7. The technology of 3D IMAX is simply fascinating. It’s not like watching a movie, it’s like being in one. You can touch the characters, but unlike the regular 35mm movies, they don’t enter your world, you enter the world of movies. It’s simply got to be in your list of “Ten Things Before I die” list. I wouldn’t mind going to Hyderabad again at my cost just to watch the movie again. Seriously!

8. We had about three hours to kill. Our cab guy took us to Charminar. And my friend wasn’t all that impressed because it wasn’t clean. But I think that’s the essence of Old Hyderabad. The chaos, the graffitti, the moving mob of people on the streets, the paan on the road, urchins, burkhas, the pearls, a minaret every few metres, old stone architecture, the bazaars… I love Hyderabad!

9. There’s another side to the city too. By Necklace Road, there’s this food mall called Eat Street, just by Hussainsaagar Lake. Man, that’s the place to take your date to. Just make sure, you get one of those tables by the lake. It’s simply out of this world. As we sat sipping coffee there, the mosquitoes really din’t seem to spoil our party.

10. Two world co-exist in perfect harmony in this city. The orderly Hi-tech city and the unorganised old city. There are exactly opposite of each other. Old Hyderabad has chaotic traffic and narrow roads, Hi Tech City has traffic islands, lanes, gardens … it’s almost like Bangalore. Only that traffic is much orderly here. Bangalore drivers are reckless pyschos.

11. Oh, the haircut effect. Guess what guys, it’s not at a lost cause after all. The 1000 bucks paid off. First, it was this chick who thought I was from the International press until I introduced myself. Then, it was these guys at Charminar who wanted me to buy the 100 buck ticket because I was a foreigner! Had to ask them “Main lungi pahen ke aaoon kya” (Should I come back in a lungi?)before they were convinced that I was an Indian indeed. Yes, I was looking different today.

One, I combed my hair the way the chinky babe at Bounce had gelled it for me.

Two, I put the Loreal wet-look hairgel to good use!

12. I get back to Madras by half past ten, find my cab waiting outside the airport. Now, I can’t wait to share this truly larger than life day with you guys. So I blog at half past one.

As my friend just summed up: “So you went all the way to Hyderabad by executive class with Trisha beside you, to watch Polar Express on 3D IMAX, found super company there as well and then went to see Charminar and Hussainsaagar?”

It truly can’t get any bigger than this. What say you?

December 2, 2004 · by sudhishkamath


What happened next! Posted by Hello

December 2, 2004 · by sudhishkamath


Before haircut! Posted by Hello

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