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    “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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Uncut: When Anthony donned the mantle

March 11, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Slumdog Millionaire owes its eight Oscars, 64 other wins and 28 nominations to Benjamin Button.

Thanks to David Fincher and Brad Pitt, cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle won an Oscar, a BAFTA, an ASC (American Society of Cinematographers) Award, a Golden Frog (from Camerimage) and a New York Film Critics Circle Award for Best Cinematography and a few other nominations for his inventive collaboration with Danny Boyle.
How so?

The story goes that Danny Boyle and Anthony Dod Mantle hadn’t actually met to work on Slumdog Millionaire.

“We were going to go to America and do a studio film, a very interesting film… It consisted of certain technical ideas and methods very similar to Benjamin Button. So when we were going to lose the race, the producers pulled on us… And Danny said: Don’t worry, I’ve got something interesting. It’s called Slumdog Millionaire,” recalls Anthony Dod Mantle, over a cup of tea, sitting here in Chennai, a few days before the Oscars.

He had just missed the Oscar luncheon because he had taken up an assignment with Still Waters Films for filming a television commercial on a social issue (based on “a horrific real life incident”) for the launch of a new TV channel.

“I had missed the premiere here in India and had missed joining the team when the Oscar nominations were announced because I was in the middle of the post-production for Lars Von Trier’s Antichrist. So, when Preeti from Still Waters called me out of the blue and said they had an idea – a slightly socio-political issue, something that happens a lot in your society, I agreed to do it since it gave me a chance to come back to India again,” he explains.

He has had a couple of 20-hour-day shoots in Chennai and was spending his last evening in the city before the award harvest – the BAFTA, the ASC and the Oscars were all stacked up for the fortnight and what a month it turned out to be for him.

But then, this is man who had already picked up awards for ‘Last King of Scotland’ and ‘Dogville’ and was one of the integral technicians behind the Dogme film movement of the nineties. He wielded the camera for the very first Dogme film, Thomas Vinterberg’s ‘The Celebration’ and Soren Kragh Jacobsen’s ‘Mifune’s Last Song.’ And for all that record, he’s a picture of humility when you tell him he’s a favourite for the Oscars especially because Slumdog Millionaire boasts of the most inventive cinematography in recent times.

Was it true that he shot a major chunk of the film using a digital still camera?

“Yeah, a still camera. I had this idea last year when Danny and I started talking about the energy and the vibe of the slums and we wanted to explore digital. We wanted the best and the best wasn’t available. There was a certain vividness and an amazing texture about Mumbai and I wanted to bring that out as much as possible.”

Anthony did his research taking pictures with his digital still camera and realised that he could capture a lot of detail. And since there weren’t any cameras that would shoot enough frames to make it look like a moving image, he had to get one invented.

“I developed it with Canon and it became an integral part of our language. Danny fell in love with the digital camera. It becomes a part of our body and it creates a weird sense of space. I had a gyro about the size of my telephone attached to it so that you can adjust it for smoother moves. With the gyro, we could make swishing movements without the handheld wobbling and explore these long narrow spaces a Steadicam couldn’t go to.”

Danny and Anthony had sought help from Anurag Kashyap after watching Black Friday and even hired his Steadicam operator Suneil Khandpur for a few days but they couldn’t risk sending him in to film recklessly with all the metal jutting out in those narrow lanes.

“Once you’ve read the script, you don’t come in for any other reason other than the fact that it’s a heartfelt Dickensian story about how there’s potential in everybody. The reason we used the high-speed cameras is to capture the energy – the run for your life, the run for the girl – the chase. I wanted the audience, early in the film, to physically feel it.”

Soon, the originally planned 25 per cent of digital component turned 60 per cent and only 40 per cent of Slumdog was shot on film.

“If it was done wrong, it would’ve become an effect. It would’ve become a style film and we wanted to focus on the performance and the definition. The equation worked. We experimented because of emotional reasons, not intellectual. How can we come close to the kids? How can we move past them on the street? How can we make these young actors forget we are filming?”

Anthony is full of anecdotes.

Though they shot most of the establishing scenes on location, they had to build some sets but only to make it easier for their actors. “In the edge of Dharavi, you could see children playing and swimming in that water. But we couldn’t throw our kids there. So we had to build and create a square with the washing area with clean water. And, for that toilet scene where he had to jump into the trench, our designers and builders went there… the edge of the Juhu slums, there are a thousand people there every morning. So we had to get in there, camouflage it, cover it up and then put the peanut butter for the kid to jump into it.”

And there’s the infamous Taj Mahal controversy that made him hit the headlines of a daily that printed his photograph blurred with a nasty headline about film crew attempting to steal the jewel of India. So when he recently read a review from the same paper that described the film as “a homage to life,” he wanted to put both the articles together and frame it as one picture.

Though they had permission to film, the local pressure was mounting. The tour guides were unhappy and Anthony had to shoot a few scenes on the sly with the digital camera with the kids. “Like the parts where they are nicking shoes, counting the money, shots of the guards… basically, just to get the production values in place because we couldn’t recreate the Taj Mahal. That would be expensive for a film of this scale.”

It was the transition from everybody’s favourite little kids to the older kids working at Taj Mahal that he considers the most fragile portion of the film. “We knew the audience would miss the innocent kids who are so lovable and so it was always a challenge to make that transition smooth.”

If you’ve seen Slumdog, you would think he loves those Dutch angles. Or at least I thought so.

“That’s more Danny than me,” he laughs, almost embarrassed. “I have an ongoing debate with him. I come from the Kieslowski’s school of filming – thoughtful, intellectual and spiritual cinema. I am influenced by Bergman and Fellini and I should have a reason for moving the camera anywhere in the room. But Danny does like his shots. Look at The Beach or Trainspotting and he’s quite… commercial. And in this film, I could see where he’s coming from with these damn Dutch angles and of course, I had to do it and it almost subconsciously became our language.”

I wonder aloud if he would go back to the low-budget Dogme days.

“I had made enough films at that phase that I was beginning to get into auto-pilot mode. I am not the least bit interested in going back to any style. Things die. Dogme died because it became a brand and people got greedy. For me, it was another slightly radical move back then.”

How would he describe his latest film ‘Antichrist’?

“‘Antichrist’ is a kind of camouflage homage to lots of different methods that Lars Von Trier had incorporated in his films. From the highly sophisticated, hi-tech complicated things to the roving hand-held camera which I have operated in the whole film… So, it’s a mixture of the most controlled, designed and some extraordinary, painfully managed moments. It’s a very dark, disturbing story and very different from Slumdog.”

What next after winning the Oscar, I ask him. (This interview was done a few days before the Oscars) “Stop it. I am completely unprepared. Right now, I’m just thinking about my next couple of months. I don’t believe I’m going win. I didn’t think I was going to be nominated. I always believe every time I make a film, it would be my last. I think being humble is important. So when you ask me, I’m honestly flattered. If I’m trying to be objective… Yes, you’re right about us being inventive. I think we’ve explored, I am a kind of an explorer. We owe it to cinema to keep exploring and I’m really pleased if you like it.”

Uncut: No business like Cho business

March 9, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

This is the uncut draft of the complete interview with ‘Cho R’amaswamy – only half of which was relevant to the column in the newspaper. Hence, I produce below the full transcript from the freewheeling interview and his random recollections of the city and his life.

I remember:

The Second World War was going on. Whenever sirens were sounded, Air Raid Police recruits would warn people to run into their houses. And as a youngster, I wanted to be an Air Raid warden. But who would take a seven year-old fellow? I pestered the Captain Mr. Desikachari. He gave me a cap and a whistle. One day, when the siren was sounded, I ran around the street whistling, asking people to get into their houses. One man brushed me off saying: Po da, Chinna paiyyan, what do you know? I got angry and hit him with a whistle. He chased me all the way to Mr. Desikachari’s office.

I spent the first 19 years of my life near the Kapaleeswarar Temple. We lived on North Mada Street till 1953, before we moved to Abhiramapuram and then Alwarpet.

The streets were not so cluttered back then because there were very few commercial establishments especially in residential areas like Mylapore. Nowadays, I don’t see any milkman bringing a cow to the house and milking it. That was a usual sight.

Valentines day would have never even been thought of in those days. Love affairs were very few and nobody paraded their love. Nowadays, love affairs seem to be for public consumption.

Even in films, you don’t see the hero and heroine dancing together all alone. They want a crowd of 100 people dancing with them. Like that, the common people also want their love paraded. In my opinion, it is an indecent sight… something so private, why should it be public, I don’t understand.

It’s not that the city has changed. The times have. There was less of competition. So many avenues were open. I could go to the states, I could get into films, I could get into journalism. Yes, I have been a dabbler but the times helped it. I was not taking a big risk. I could experiment. Nowadays, one cannot take a risk, you have to specialise.

As a city develops, naturally, commercial establishments will crop up everywhere.

One had more intimate friends in every locality. If there were about 60 houses in North Mada Street, every household member knew everyone else in the street. Parents of one child would take care and also be concerned about another child.

The milkman would threaten us to go and study. And we had to be afraid of him because he had a bigger say in the household than ourselves.

We used to fight over magazines – Kalki and Ananda Vikatan and the novels by Kalki (Krishnmurthy) and Devan (R.Mahadevan) were so popular. The Deepavali Malars were a great event. Margazhi Bhajanai was a big deal. Everybody used to join in. Even radio plays were a rage – Sivaji Ganesan used to act in them.

Students used to go to each others house for Vaarachaapadu, almost everyday. The trams were our means of transport. I used to get on it just for tamash. Anybody could get in and get off anytime. It never gained speed. Young boys used to do it in the tram running between Santhome and Luz. Even the police was very friendly. The crime was non-existent.

By the mid fifties, the community living system started disintegrating and maybe around the sixties, the compound wall started coming up around houses. That kind of community living is missing now. Today each one looks after himself.

Opportunities that arose shaped me more than anything else. Stage plays were a regular thing back then. There were at least about 100 sabhas in the fifties. But, I had not seen a single play. I was more interested into cricket.

I was about 15 or 16, I used to play in the third division and also got to the second division. Not because of any merit or talent but because I was tolerated in the team as a friend of everybody.

It was about ‘52 or ’53 when a friend took me to a play written by Pattu. I liked it so much that I joined the troupe that day itself. It was a light hearted comedy. I have never been driven by an ideology, thank God. Even my political plays were not born out of ideology, it was just a desire to do something different.

Originally, it was the desire to perform… after four or five plays, I started political plays. The response was terrific. Even as the sabhas came to know I was writing a play, bookings were made and dates were given. That was the kind of pull we enjoyed.

We used to hang out at the Guptas State Hotel in Luz Corner. We used to meet there, have a cup of coffee and keep talking for hours together. And Nageswara Park, we used to rehearse our dialogues and discuss other plays.

My first political satire was Quo Vadis. I used to give English titles for my plays – If I get it, Dont tell anybody, Why Not, What For, Wait and See… And one day, on the stage, TK Shanmugam said that I should stop giving English titles to Tamil plays. I spoke next, thanking him and said that the next title will not be in English…. It would be Quo Vadis. Because I had made an announcement, I had to do something to suit the title and that’s how I got into political satire. Purely by accident and mischief.

Yes, it took some time for the political parties to get accustomed to it. Especially the DMK around the late sixties, they started creating problems during my plays… the egg throwing and all that. I should thank them for it because they gave extra ordinary publicity to my plays.

But it was just parody. It was not below the belt. No one could find one indecent remark in my play. It was a something new and they wanted to put an end to it. When they were out of power, they threw eggs. When they were in power, they tried to ban my plays. This went on again and again with Mohammad Bin Tuglak, Enru Thaniyum Inda Sudandira Thaagam and so on… And after some time that too stopped.

They realised I was going to do it anyway. They had no legal grounds to stand on. I had to file a couple of writ petitions but even before it reached the hearing stage, the government realised they didn’t have a case. The media too was pro-DMK, it was the holy cow. I was among the first persons to start doing it in a big way and people came to see that.

An umpire is a neutral person, it does not mean he won’t declare anybody out. He has to be fair, that is neutrality.

Cinema can help but it cannot make a politician. Take any successful politician like MGR, Jayalalitha or Karunanidhi… They did a lot of political work before being accepted by the people. For some people, their political and film career ran parallel to each other. It was not as if they metamorphosed from one to the other. You can cite any number of instances where a matinee idol failed to make it in the political world – like Sivaji Ganesan, Bhagyaraj, T Rajendherr and now, Sarath Kumar.

I have been advocating Rajnikant’s entry into politics but I have not been able to convince him. In my opinion, he is imminently suited to being a politician but he does not agree. I have found him to be a good manager. He understands issues, he listens to others opinions to come to a decision. He has integrity. You need a huge mass base to succeed in politics and that he has. For him, this mass it will change into a vote bank.

In MGR’s case, you can’t say whether it was the party that benefited more out of him or he benefited more out of the party. It was both ways.

Films for me happened by accident. Sivaji Ganesan and Bhim Singh were going to film a play of Pattu and they came to watch it. They liked me and wanted me to do that role. I was hesitant. I was from a conservative family and nobody would’ve agreed. I did it without permission from the house. Cinema wasn’t considered to be a respectable vocation. But because of my fascination for acting and weakness for popularity, I decided to do films . After the first film, I had to leave a gap because of severe objection but S.Balachander pulled me back after I rejected a few offers because of family pressure.

Even now, the mindset hasn’t changed. People love cinema but they wouldn’t want someone from their family to do it. Even politics is looked at that way. Nobody would want his son or daughter to be a politician.

At one time, I was working like a mad person. I had given up practice because of my theatrical activity. I was a junior with my maternal grandfather Mr.Arunchalam. My paternal grandfather Mr. Ramanatha Iyer had given up law to became a sanyasi. He had written many law books. His law Lexicon is a standard textbook even today. So I had quite a good clientele but I couldn’t find time for practice and every other day we had a play. I had to give up my legal profession and that was the only training I had.

Opportunity came when i was offered Legal Advisor’s position in TTK. I grabbed the nine to five job because I didn’t have to meet clients. After that, Thuglak was offered to me in 1970 when relatives at the Ananda Vikatan group decided to launch a journal.

Things have been happening to me. I didn’t have to go in search of anything. It was because of lack of competition. I was living in better times.

(Srinivasa Ramaswamy a.k.a Cho Ramaswamy was born in Madras in 1934. Over the years, he has dabbled in law, cricket, theatre, films and journalism. He continues to be an active political commentator as the Editor of Thuglak.)

Pink Panther 2: Ash silly as she can be…

March 5, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Comedy
Director: Harald Zwart
Cast: Steve Martin, Jean Reno, Emily Mortimer, Andy Garcia, Aishwarya Rai Bachchan
Storyline: Inspector Clouseau heads a Dream Team formed to nab a thief who steals historical artifacts
Bottomline: More silly than funny, certainly not for purists/fans of the original.

I am a fan of the silly comedy genre. I think Austin Powers kicks it more than James Bond and also believe that Steve Martin’s stupid French accent alone is funny enough to merit a franchise.

But the best inside joke of the film comes from Aishwarya Rai Bachchan when she introduces herself, a good 25 minutes into the film: “Sorry, I am late. The flight was delayed by two hours. You must be Pink Panther, the famous detective. I will not be of much use here.”

Ha ha ha ha!

Classic Rai, if you have attended any press conference of hers. Walks in two hours late and blames the flight but surprisingly here, the lady has the cheek to laugh at herself, candid enough to admit she would be of no use in an ensemble like this one.

Bad make-up aside, she does come across a stunner at least for a couple of scenes – especially, the bit when she sits cross-legged with a short formal skirt with a slit, opposite Inspector Clouseau inside the flight with make-up glittering off her bust.

But that’s about all the nice things we can say about her. She imports the Bollywood brand of facial contortions and looks constipated for most part of the film and later we find out why.

Now, if you’ve read interviews speculating the length of her role, you probably already know the ending. Since I already did, I had no choice but to sit back and redeem whatever few laughs I could from Steve Martin and Jean Reno. And there’s Andy Garcia thrown in for a bonus.

Yes, French accent still makes you laugh, he’s adorable as the bumbling Inspector and even has a couple of scenes that require him to be moist-eyed. The master comedian milks the part to the last drop, relishing the role and revels playing everybody’s favourite goofball. Watch him fight the karate kids, hang out at the Pope’s (literally!) or snoop around the high-surveillance building and you know there are very few actors left who can make these things funny enough to warrant a watch.

The film is all that you expect from the Pink Panther franchise – structured as a series of familiar gags that will first humiliate the legendary Inspector, then take him to the depths of despair and until he finally redeems his reputation with an uncanny flair for investigation and solving cases.

Emily Mortimer plays the perfect foil for the unlikely hero and she’s bound to walk away with more fans than Ms.Rai at the end of it all.

Go for it only if you are in the mood for good old silly slapstick.

Pride and Glory: The CopFather with a little dishum dishum

March 5, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama
Director: Gavin O Connor
Cast: Edward Norton, Colin Farrell, Jon Voight, Noah Emmerich
Storyline: When four cops are found dead and an honest cop is called upon to investigate, he realises he would be stirring up a hornet’s nest – a corrupt NYPD.
Bottomline: A cop action drama closer to We Own The Night than The Departed

And, The Godfather continues to inspire family-based crime dramas.

Only that here, the patriarch is a retired police officer (and hence, much weaker), his sons are police-men too (here they have personal issues to deal with) and the man married to his daughter seems to be the trouble-maker (the proverbial rotten apple).

Now, imagine Jon Voight (as an alcoholic father losing control of his family), Edward Norton (as the younger son on the brink of divorce after standing up for his family) and Noah Emmerich (as the older son who heads the Precinct) and Colin Farrell as the corrupt cop who will stop at nothing.

Explosive material indeed but the filmmaker Gavin O Connor does not want this to be a mere action film, he wants the poignancy of a family drama too and it’s a tough balancing act.

So there are spurts of intense action and graphic violence (an iron box held to an infant’s face), punctuated by the sentimental, emotional scenes of the characters dealing with their family issues and to the director’s credit, he ensures that the tension is always brewing as the honest cop gets closer and closer to the killer, only to realise that the enemy is closer home.

Gavin O Connor (he’s collaborated with writer Joe Carnahan on the script) employs the boat-house-with-a-leak metaphor for the situation. We learn that the father had put a carpet over the hole on the boat his younger son is living in after having had to separate from his wife, we are shown that the honest son is unable to sleep because he wants to plug the leak first.

Just to make sure you get the metaphor, towards the end of the film, Jon Voight spells it out for you: “We got a hole that needs to be plugged up before it takes down half the department.”

The central characters have support systems that also happen to personify the ill-health of their morals (the elder son’s wife is dying of an incurable disease, the younger son’s wife does not want to talk to him because he covered up for the sake of loyalty to his family and the sister is happily married with kids and they are doing well because her husband is a corrupt cop).

Well, not too classy as far as storytelling goes now, is it?

But it’s still immensely watchable for the performances – Norton looks effectively scarred and sincere, Voight is a picture of helplessness while Emmerich portrays a steely cop with resolve on the outside when he’s actually quite vulnerable and Colin Farrell turns in a powerhouse performance as the tough-as-nails corrupt cop.

There’s plenty of unwarranted swearing in the film and we can blame that on Scorcese’s contribution to crime stories that continue to inspire a new breed of filmmakers to talk foul.

Pride and Glory is strictly for those who do not find anything wrong with two men settling it the good-old fashioned way – fisticuffs.

Rahman returns with twins!

February 28, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

“The first lesson we must learn from Hollywood: They take pictures without fighting between themselves,” joked Rahman, trying to ease the tension on his delayed entry with a hundred lensmen jostling to get a clear shot of him and his gold-plated britannium babies.

“Ok, I am going to leave then. Save my face and don’t fight here,” he pleaded before giving in and surrendered with a smile on his face, showing off his Oscars as the non-stop clicking bathed him with strobe light.

Rahman fielded questions for an hour at his first press conference on his return from Los Angeles – a trip that fetched him the priceless twins of the most coveted trophy on the planet.

“It (the Oscar) costs only $500. I didn’t even have to pay duty at the airport,” he laughed. From the shy composer who used to give single-line and near monosyllabic answers during interviews, A.R. Rahman has come a long way indeed. The new Rahman is confident, articulate and even funny as he demonstrated to the world with his now famous Oscar Speech. (“I am excited and terrified. The last time I felt like that was when I was getting married”)

But he still remains as down to earth as he has always been and cannot conceal his boyish excitement about having made it to the headlines in a newspaper in Bosnia or on being recognised everywhere from Starbucks to airports around the world.
What stops us Indians from winning Oscars, a journalist asked.

“Motivation to do something extra-ordinary and planning systematically. Look at you, if you had planned this photo shoot systematically, you wouldn’t have been fighting among yourselves.”

But then, he also added: “Our films are made for our audience and not for Oscars. Let’s make it for them and then see if we win or not.”

“The whole world’s eyes are on India. A lot of collaborations are possible. The West has started listening to us. A single recorded with Pussy Cat Dolls (a remix of Jai Ho called You’re My Destiny) is out and will be available on Youtube,” he said.

From Spielberg to Hans Zimmer to Michael Jackson, Rahman has made many of the people he once looked up to, look him up. Imagine growing up on Peter Gabriel and then robbing him of an Oscar. “I am a representative of Indian aspirations,” he said.

“My dream is to connect people with music. We live in troubled times. There is a divide between North and South India, East and West, Hindus and Muslims, and then, there’s the caste divide. And in these times, we can only look towards love,” he said, to a question on what prompted his speech.

What almost everybody wanted to know was if he considered Slumdog Millionaire to be his best. “I’ve said this before too. If there’s a beautiful ornament and if somebody really beautiful is wearing it, it makes the ornament look even better. I think Slumdog matched their sensibilities. According to your sensibility, you might have liked some other songs. There is no language for music. Gulzar’s song has phoenetic value apart from its extraordinary lyrical quality and meaning.”

He believes that Slumdog Millionaire won because it made a stronger impact than the other nominees as a film. “For them, it was a change of seeing something extra-ordinary.”

He recalled how initially there were no buyers for the film. “There was no budget either. Hardly one-tenth of the money needed. But Danny Boyle is a legendary director. People watch even his bad movies and they say this is his best.”

Though he has received two or three offers from Hollywood, he’s yet to finalise schedule.

“The expectations have become higher. My priority is good films, the language does not matter.”

But at his studio, it’s business as usual. He had just finished a song for him and handed it over to Mani Ratnam before he left to LA last week. He has Thirukkural and Bharatiyar projects in the pipeline and his KM Music Conservatory and Foundation to keep him busy.

Looking back at Slumdog and the few weeks he spent on it, he says:  “At that time, that’s all the time I had and it was enough. I think it’s destiny.”

It was an opportunity he seized. Boyle came to him for two songs, Rahman gave him a full album. In the end, it all paid off.

Recalling the Oscar moments:
I was like a zombie. I did my rehearsals for my performance. And slept only for three hours. I woke up and had my Oscar rehearsal again in the morning. I think more than the awards, the performance was historic. Later, when the award was announced, I just said what was in my mind. When I got off stage, I didn’t have time to take in the happiness. I had to perform within minutes. And performing there was a matter of pride. I had only 5 per cent expectations of getting the second award
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Delhi 6: Dilli Chalo!

February 25, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama

Director: Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra

Cast: Abhishek Bachchan, Sonam Kapoor, Rishi Kapoor, Waheeda Rehman

Storyline: A second generation Indian returns to his roots and discovers who the bogeyman really is.

Bottomline: An RDB sequel in spirit

Dear Mr. Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra,

I loved your film enough to want to buy the ticket for the very next show.

I would like to apologise to you on behalf of my tribe or the many who have misunderstood your film to be a ‘message movie’ about national integration and Hindu-Muslim unity. That has to be the most insulting simplification of the idea behind the film and I am sorry they have accused you of spelling out the message even without understanding what it is that you are trying to say.

But I also see why it is being perceived that way.

Most of us don’t like to be told what to do and when we suspect we’re being lectured, we switch off. Many of my critic friends do believe that your film is an ode to Delhi that’s slapped with a moral science lesson towards the end just so that you don’t disappoint your RDB fans.

I would’ve loved to write a review explaining your film to them but then nobody likes being talked down upon. Hence this fan-mail.

Proximity to the problem often turns out to be a disadvantage and we sometimes, get a better perspective from a rank outsider who can be objective and would see something we have got so used to. But then, we don’t want a firangi telling us what’s wrong with us.

Which is why I love the fact that you have chosen a protagonist who’s not one of us and yet one of us. He’s American, as he admits himself and I love the way you make him fall in love and belong here.

You make even a realistic Swades look like a simplified fairytale. Especially since you give Roshan a reality check quite early into the film. That scene where he slaps the sub-inspector after being slapped by the cop and is put behind bars. You just can’t change this country taking on the system.

Unfortunately, a lot of people saw your previous film as a glorification of counter-violence to fight the system instead of just seeing it as what it was – a nightmare of youth having to sacrifice their lives designed as a wake-up call.

You were just telling the youth to care enough to do something about what’s wrong but people merely interpreted it literally as: take the law into your own hands to set things right.

Hence, I understand that Delhi 6 is your way of making amends and addressing the same problem again, almost like a sequel in spirit.

Modern youth discover home and want to set things right but there’s the ubiquitous monkey (or mischief maker/s) wreaking havoc in our everyday lives.

We take our mythology way too seriously and have always felt the need to protect ourselves from the bogeyman. I like the way you’ve derived out of our age-old epics and modern day myths – the man-made media-promoted Monkey-man and the parallels you’ve drawn with mischief-maker Hanuman who set all of Lanka on fire single-handedly.

We sometimes do make mountains out of mole-hills and over the years, we have seen Ganesha idols drink milk and have also claimed to have seen the Monkey Man who is supposed to have a motherboard under its fur. I thought you were exaggerating until I read up stories that were reported at the turn of the century.

Educated mediapersons actually considered this to be newsworthy. But then, the Monkey Man as the bogeyman does sum up one of the many paradoxes our country is famous for. We believe in God as much as we believe in Science and Technology. We would call God-men but keep buckets of water ready to create kill him by electrocution.

To be honest, I was getting a little restless during the first half of the film as you leisurely rolled out a series of paradoxes one scene after another. Like how some of us still are still caste conscious but when it comes to sex, we exploit even the outcasts. Like how a girl needs to audition whether she’s participating in Indian Idol or getting a groom. Or like how you flip channels between our dual specialisation in science and religion – the Chandrayaan launch to the Sadhu doing a breathing exercise – in a sexually suggestive comic scene that intends to show us the consequence of an arranged marriage.

Having said that, I also like the light-hearted matter-of-factness with which you have addressed serious issues – like how our children are growing up too early and sexually aware.

Through the story of Roshan’s parents, we understand that we in the past have been so intolerant that couples who want inter-caste wedding have had no choice but to elope.

Through Bittu, we understand nothing has changed. Thanks to the ensemble, we understand how volatile we are, how stubborn we can be and vulnerable given our deep-rooted belief system that it is always the other person’s fault because we can do no wrong.

We are always looking at the person to blame, create our own bogeyman, make him stronger by giving him credit for all things that go wrong and finally take out our pent-up frustration upon him. I read that a four-foot tall Sadhu was beaten up by a mob that mistook him for Monkey-Man and a van-driver was set on fire.

The root of this mass hysteria and fear psychosis can be only be traced back only to blind faith, superstition, need for mythology and Hubris.

I like how you end the film with a near-death ending for the harbinger of change. Because, that’s what we are. We want to celebrate the death of a villain so much that we end up creating them. We want our villains so bad.

But because you decided to spell out through the protagonist that the monkey exists in all of us, we have, as always, decided that we don’t need moral science lessons. We hate message movies. Because we know everything there is to know.

When Mani Ratnam makes a movie where Hindus and Muslims magically join hands and form a chain, we rave about it. We unanimously love it. Simply because he makes us look good. You on the other hand Mr. Mehra are telling us that the monkey resides in us? How dare you?

I truly salute the guts you’ve had to keep it real. I am glad you didn’t kill the man who wants to change things this time around because I know you are trying to say we can still change things around and that all is not lost.

Thank you for making Delhi 6.

Yours truly,

Sudhish Kamath

P.S: I love how you’ve used Rahman’s soundtrack but I will save that for another letter.

Oscars 2009: The night they got their due

February 23, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Sixteen of this year’s 24 Oscars went to films that have nothing to do with America – eight of them went to Slumdog Millionaire.

Two of the other eight went to a film about one man who stood up for a minority of Americans (Milk), two went to a franchise born out of a comic book (incidentally, a dead Australian accounts for one of the two awards for The Dark Knight) and one went to an apolitical animated film that moved us to tears (Wall – E).

Americans had to be content with just three cosmetic awards out of the 13 it was nominated for (only make-up, visual effects and art direction for The Curious Case of Benjamin Button), as Aussie host Hugh Jackman poked fun at Brad Pitt.

So, have Oscars suddenly become anti-American?

Just like it is stupid to assume that, it is equally lame to assume that the Oscars are given out to tap into unexplored markets around the world – an accusation made against beauty pageants.

Slumdog won not because the Academy wanted fans or because Hollywood studios are eyeing Asia and Britain markets. In fact, it is the non-Oscar blockbusters like The Dark Knight, Iron Man and Spiderman that actually rake in the moolah. But Oscars do help an indulgent art film like The Reader to be seen, unlike Slumdog that grossed ten times its $15 million budget even before it was nominated.

This year’s edition of the Academy Awards has proved beyond doubt that mainstream Hollywood is running out of sequels and movie franchises, and not just stories. Also, Indian Cinema hadn’t got its due and it was time.

Slumdog Millionaire won eight out of ten not because it’s “poverty porn” as some have alleged but simply because it is a fascinating story about the triumph of the underdog painstakingly put together in a country were chaos rules supreme and truth alone finally triumphs (at least in our movies).

When filmmakers around the world are spending millions on sets and visual effects, one man chose to take contemporary material relevant to our times and decided to surrender to the madness of filming in the most challenging of places. Here’s a team that had the guts to shoot on location – from the slums of Dharavi to the insides of Taj Mahal – in a language and grammar they dared to learn.

It is only fitting that Danny Boyle and Simon Beaufoy were rewarded for watching and internalising the elements of Indian Cinema. They took the formula of lost and found, brother against brother and anti-establishment angst from the seventies and set it up in a country governed by politics of hate in the nineties that was making its transition into the information age as an IT superpower catering to the needs of the world that outsourced its business to the workhorse that is India.

Though its DNA makes it Indian beyond doubt, Slumdog Millionaire is a baby of the global world – shot by a British filmmaker with a largely Indian cast and crew, it’s based on a book written by an Indian (Vikas Swarup) who used the format of a game show that originated from UK, whose rights are owned by a Japanese company (Sony Pictures Television International) and named after a song by an American composer (Cole Porter).

Now, this was also a show that became a phenomenon in India, thanks to its iconic host. The angry young man who rose from the cinema of the seventies had now become the caretaker of a system that rewarded those who knew the answers. Can an underdog take on this ruthless system? Aren’t films about triumph?

Even murder charges are determined on the basis of intent and any accusation about the filmmakers intent to show India in bad light is only laughable because films at the end of the day are meant to make money and a filmmaker or studio will have be stupendously stupid to diss off a nation that sells three and a half billion movie tickets.

You can see Boyle’s love for song and dance and Indian Cinema by his decision to approach Rahman. And even if there was politically incorrect content in the film, isn’t it the right of the creative artiste to speak free and not be afraid?

Critics of Slumdog can now suck it up because the film is not just highly entertaining storytelling, it’s revolutionary to the point of being inventive.

We are talking about a team that was decidedly determined to find a still camera that shoots 11 frames a second because conventional cameras and Steadicam units were not conducive to shooting in the narrowest of lanes in the slums. The fact that you could see only 11 instead of the regular 24 frames gave the film the edgy feel and a sense of speed, perfect to capture the frenetic pace and energy of Mumbai. This could’ve only come from technicians who are familiar with the sanctity of Dogme school (the cinematographer Anthony Dod Mantle worked in a host of Dogme films) that dictates that the filmmakers must be true to the story and let it tell itself by pure facilitation – by setting its characters in real locations and capturing the sounds and sights of that space.

In a world that’s becoming increasingly smaller, matters of nationality are becoming purely academic. It is small-minded to nurture the ‘us versus them’ notion and even racist to view Slumdog as the Westerner’s take because if there’s one thing that’s been the trademark of our nation, it’s tolerance and willingness to assimilate. Remember Vasudhaiva Kutumbukam?

And, as the girl from Alcobendas told us accepting her award: “I, always on the night of the Academy Awards, stay up to watch the show and I always felt that this ceremony was a moment of unity for the world because art, in any form, is and has been and will always be our universal language and we should do everything we can, everything we can, to protect its survival.”

Amen to that, Penelope.

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Penn beats Rourke

“You commie, homo-loving sons of guns,” exclaimed Sean Penn, picking up his trophy. It was a night when the Academy gave the devil his due. “I do know how hard I make it to appreciate me often,” he chuckled and acknowledged Mickey’s heartbreaking Oscar-worthy performance: “Mickey Rourke rises again and he is my brother.”  This is Penn’s second win in five nominations. He last won an Oscar for Mystic River.

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Kate robs Anne

Yes, poor Anne Hathaway probably deserved this but should take heart in the fact that the Titanic actress had missed out five times before she got lucky.

“I’d be lying if I hadn’t made a version of this speech before, I think I was probably eight years old and staring into the bathroom mirror. And this (holding up her statuette) would’ve been a shampoo bottle. Well, it’s not a shampoo bottle now!” she said. “I think we all can’t believe we’re in a category with Meryl Streep at all. I’m sorry, Meryl, but you have to just suck that up!” But hey, Meryl has been nominated 15 times now and has won only twice.

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The Curious Case of Benjamin Button: To cut a short story this long…

February 22, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama

Director: David Fincher

Cast: Brad Pitt, Cate Blanchett, Taraji P. Henson

Storyline: An old woman on her deathbed tells her daughter about the man who was born old and aged in reverse.

Bottomline: You will grow old watching Button grow young.

 The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is a curious case indeed. Why did they make this movie? Did Brad Pitt really believe the Academy would hand him a statuette without him having to act mentally ill, gay or African American? Or without him having to act period? Or did he think the period piece along would suffice? Or did the writers think that borrowing elements from Titanic and Forrest Gump would crack it for them?

Benjamin Button opens pretty much like Titanic. A woman who’s so old that she looks like someone who survived the sinking. Well, she’s on her death-bed and wants her daughter to read out a journal.

Fincher cuts from a naturalistic, realistic looking hospital set to a surreal world where a clock built in reverse marks the birth of a baby that seems to age in reverse. Born almost dead, the baby is hideously old and ugly, blind with cataracts in both eyes, arthritis etc. that the father is convinced it is evil. He abandons it in front of a nursing home and the story is told through Brad Pitt’s voiceover that makes you believe you’re watching Forrest Gump aging in reverse.

More so when the young old man fondly refers to his foster mother (a brilliant every-bit-Oscar-nomination-deserving Taraji P. Henson) as Mama. If Forrest’s Mama told him ‘Life’s a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get,’ Button’s Mama tells him ‘You never know what’s comin’ for you’.

So Button moves through life in America pretty much like Forrest did – he first wears leg braces, learns to walk/run, fights the World War, buys his own boat, forever keeps writing to his girl, waiting for her to come back into his life. If Forrest Gump had a mentor in Benjamin Bubba, Benjamin Button has Captain Mike to get him laid. Like Forrest’s girl Jenny who left town to become a hippie, Ben’s girl Daisy (Cate Blanchett) has left home to become a dancer.  Like Forrest, he finally wins her over and late into the film, we find out they have a kid.

It’s easier to tell the story of Ben Button by telling you what’s different from Forrest Gump. The most obvious one: Ben ages in reverse. Here, he has an affair with a married woman (Tilda Swinton). While a floating feather acts as a metaphor for Forrest Gump’s life, here a humming-bird acts as the motif for Ben.

That said, Benjamin Button, though slow, is an entertaining film you can watch for its concept, faux philosophy and Brad Pitt.

He has very little to do, with make up and visual effects taking care of most of his work – to look old. Nevertheless, he shines with understatement and the ladies are sure to swoon and faint watching him dash off on a motorcycle. Be warned though, the handsome Pitt lasts barely ten minutes of a really long film. Even Cate Blanchett looks ravishing and we know how rarely that happens.

The film has some genuinely sincere moments thanks to Fincher’s unique touch and flair for storytelling. Sample the sequence Ben narrates a series of happenings that led to Daisy’s accident. Wow! No doubt this film spanning decades is painstakingly put-together, well detailed and meticulously directed as the filmmaker manages to take the most bizarre story and give it a semblance of plausibility with its emotional core. The last act of the film is fittingly poignant and that alone would merit it a watch.

But then, a few scenes of brilliance alone don’t make a movie win a bagful of Oscars. A little less than three hours long, Benjamin Button will make you age quite a bit. But hey, watch it for Brad.

TN 07 AL 4777: The second-hand car

February 21, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama

Director: A. Lakshmikanthan

Cast: Pasupathi, Ajmal, Simran, Meenakshi

Storyline: When a bitter taxi-driver picks up a spoilt rich-kid, their lives change for worse.

Bottomline: Taxi Number 9211 minus the fun.

 There’s always something that’s lost in translation.

GV Films production Tha Na 07 Ah La 4777 loses pace and humour from the Hindi original. In fact, the only things that irk the film are the few original touches added by the director who has also been nice enough (to himself) to credit himself for the writing.

Since when did remake rights translate to hogging credit for someone else’s story, screenplay and quite a bit of dialogue?

Milan Luthria’s film written by Rajat Arora, roughly translated to us by A. Lakshmikanthan is certainly watchable, but only because of its cast.

Taxi-driver Mani (Pasupathi) here is a Sri Rama Sene recruit, he can’t bear the sight of young lovers coochie-cooing. He’s also a compulsive slapper and like most poor people in Tamil cinema, owes money to a Tamil-speaking settu. He also happens to be a call taxi driver who picks up customers on his own maybe because he is not really a call taxi drivers who takes instructions over radio. And we never get to find out because the director never got a chance to make up his mind.

Never mind, the film begins with a double dose of songs and the only thing funny about the first act is Vijay Antony taking himself seriously as a radical music director (he claims to have invented the gaana-rap with the peppy Aathichudi).

Gautham (Ajmal) is the typical filmi rich-kid. Anyway, so Lakshmikanthan employs songs to establish character but it is a little difficult to tell the two protagonists apart except for costume and preferred form of dance, because they both seem to love rap and alcohol. They both drink and drive over the same flyover.

Finally, after this initial starting problem, the taxi takes off and stays faithful to the original, to our relief.

Both the leading men, Pasupathi and Ajmal, are at their best when they have to be subtle and realistic and it’s only during the screaming and the drama that you can see a conventional Tamil filmmaker at work, asking them to play it up for the masses.

However, the second half of the film is surprisingly naturalistic as the actors decide to stay faithful to the vision of the original and bring about a heartwarming climax. Pasupathi excels here and Ajmal too underplays it with refreshing restraint.

Simran is first rate, and turns in a finely nuanced performance, efficiently dramatic without ever turning on the histrionics while Meenakshi keeps you guessing if she’s a miracle of reverse-aging, and nearly convinces you that it is good old Meena with a make-over and weight-loss, trying to reboot her career with a new name.

Overall, it’s a ride you won’t mind being taken on. But only because it’s Pasupathi who’s driving. And hey, Ajmal’s not bad company at all.

Oscar Countdown – 1: Go deglam, get naked

February 20, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

The Academy has always had a soft spot for women characters who have serious issues to deal with. The more deglamourised they play them, the more seriously they are taken. Maybe that explains why all the three women in Doubt have got nominations.

First, a quick look at the actresses in fray for the Best Actress in a Supporting Role.

 Amy Adams (Doubt):

Plays the inexperienced young nun, Sister James who reports the priest’s suspicious, inappropriate behaviour to the Principal. Adams stands her own against veterans Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman who play the Principal and the Priest respectively in this dialogue-intensive drama. But is her innocence alone enough to win her the award? We doubt.

 Penelope Cruz (Vicky Cristina Barcelona):

Smoking hot, Cruz plays an intense, obsessive, suicidal ex-lover who has a love/hate relationship with an artist in this Woody Allen film that has two gorgeous women (Scarlett Johansson and Rebecca Hall) playing the titular roles. But Cruz steals the film away from them, despite making an appearance quite late into it. Yes, she has that famous lesbian scene with Scarlett but just watch her painting the canvas and you know you want a few of those wild strokes too. Beautiful. The Academy is likely to be seduced too.

Viola Davis (Doubt):

This comes as a surprise especially since the other three actors in significant roles in this film have got nominations and Davis has the least important role among the four, playing the mother of the probable victim of harassment. She’s quite solid and looks every bit the vulnerable pillar of strength but the role itself maybe a little too short to win her the prize. 

 Taraji P. Henson (The Curious Case of Benjamin Button):

Absolutely fantastic playing foster mother who brings up the abandoned baby Button (an infant that looks frighteningly old), Taraji P. Henson is a well-deserved nominee in this category. But then, the epitome of motherhood has tough competition this year with Cruz and Tomei in the race.

 Marisa Tomei (The Wrestler)

Playing a good-hearted aging stripper, Tomei is the girl the wrestler loves. Caught between her fading career and her attraction to a customer, she plays a woman confused and that’s dynamite material for heavy-duty drama. From the pole dancing, nude scenes to the emotionally exhausting break-down scenes, Tomei bares her heart to us and if it’s not Cruz, it’s got to be Tomei walking up that stage.

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Now, here’s my take on the nominees for the Best Actress in a Leading role.

Anne Hathaway (Rachel Getting Married):

Hathaway is so getting this award (Update: She didn’t!). Very rarely does an actress get to play such a complex role and Anne Hathaway is first-rate playing an addict out of rehab, nine months clean and visiting her family for her sister’s wedding. The role requires tremendous strength and is emotionally draining even for those of us watching it. Hathaway has to constantly shift gears all through the film – she has to be vulnerable, guilty, insecure, strong, caring, angry, calm, remorseful, violent, lost and completely messed up. She lives this role of a lifetime and makes you want to give her a long big hug at the end of it all.

Angelina Jolie (Changeling):

Honestly, she was much effective playing a similar role in last year’s A Mighty Heart. She waited for her missing husband to return last year and this year, she puts her resolve to test waiting for her missing son and takes on a corrupt system. Jolie also strips down for a torture shower scene and the effort here seems so overtly dramatic compared to the subtle classy portrayal last year. The only reason she even has a slight chance of creating an upset is because she was overlooked the last time around.

Melissa Leo (Frozen River):

Plays a strong mother trying to make ends meet after her husband leaves the family. She comes across a way to make quick money by smuggling people across the border, driving over the frozen river and forging an unlikely friendship with another young mother of a one-year old. This naturalistic tense thriller is as real as it gets in a film and Melissa is brilliant when the duo drives back in the dead of the night in search of the baby in a duffel-bag she unwittingly threw out of the car mistaking the contents to be explosives. Too bad she’s nominated along with Hathaway and that is a tough act to beat.

 Meryl Streep (Doubt):

There is no doubt that Meryl Streep can make even the most mediocre roles come alive and this one’s a meaty dialogue-based confrontation film, tailor-made for an Oscar. Streep plays the Principal who has to confront the priest for his inappropriate behaviour towards a student and prove his guilt. Though it is a flawless performance, it would be really sad if she picks up an award because this year, Anne deserves it more.

 Kate Winslet (Reader):

If Best Actress were an award given to the actress for the amount of good work put in during the year, Kate Winslet would get it for her performances in Reader and Revolutionary Road. But we are not sure if the Academy looks at it that way. (Update: Yes, they do!) Kate Winslet plays the older woman who has an affair with a boy half her age and she has a secret. The role demands her to bare her body and soul and Kate does it with conviction in this deglamourised role. Thanks to her twin performances this year, Kate sure looks like the one capable of robbing Anne of her Oscar this year. (Update: Yes, she did!)

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