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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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That top of the world feeling!

December 24, 2006 · by sudhishkamath


Finally, I find time to blog. 😀

Sorry folks, I’d been away for a bit. Was a lil busy hovering around the stratosphere, with complimentary residency at cloud number 999. Now, I know what being on top of the world feels like. The word is ecstasy.

Yeah, I’m high. Without a drop of alcohol.

It’s that top-of-the-world feeling that fairytales are made of.

In the last 72 hours, we’ve done the rounds on Radio City, CNN-IBN, Headlines Today, Times Now (none of which I got to see yet much to my luck and crazy routine) and The Hindu. The premiere of my film THAT FOUR LETTER WORD happened at the Chennai International Film Festival on December 21 at the Film Chamber and I’ve been ballooning in space ever since.

Sheer joy. Absolute bliss. Nothing else matters.

It’s that feeling that makes you grin so much that you don’t even mind your face being temporarily disfigured. (Yes, this demonstrates how much say I had over that review or photograph: Absolutely none! He he! Lucky for me, my paper hates to promote its own employees and I’m happy they buried it on Page 9 where very few would’ve got to see that pic!)

We’ve had such an amazing response to a small, simple slice of life movie that we made at a budget of a small car.

Suriya, went on camera and told news channels that he wished he were a part of the film and would’ve loved to help out at least behind the scenes. “I would’ve liked to produce this film,” he said. When I told him not to bull-shit to me, he said he’ll tell me all that he liked about the film if I had the time. And he did. He spoke for nearly 20 minutes recalling each and every scene and moment he loved. “We can’t do these things in Tamil cinema,” he said and asked me why I chose Madhavan for the cameo and not him. Yeah, thanks to my own newspaper, the surprise cameo is no longer a surprise but I would hate it if people went to see the movie for him because he just appears for a few seconds.

Gautham Menon was at his candid best when he said the film took a lot of time to get to the point. (Not that there was any point in the first place!) He said he was hooked somewhere halfway and it did something to him. He particularly liked the last 25 minutes of the film and we had a discussion on the single-long shot scene that lasted six minutes where all we see is four guys sit by the beach and talk about their lives. He wished I had used close-ups. And I thought close-ups would’ve killed that scene. I did shoot close-ups and we tried them out on the editing table but realised the scene had maximum impact when it had the candid camera effect. Which is also why we didn’t use a score for it.

He also said: “After the first fifteen minutes, I forgot that I was watching a digital film. So I’m sure there was something in your characters and narrative that got me engaged. I could make out that your heart was in it and that you’ve made exactly the film you wanted to make. This is not a film that could’ve happened by accident.”

Gautham was the only person who did not like the editing style in the film and wished the scenes were clipped tighter.

Filmmaker Chetan Shah loved that six-minute scene that Gautham wanted close-ups for. “It puts you in the league of Oscar winning directors,” he said (of course, in jest). “That one scene alone is enough for you to get a producer for your next film,” Chetan believes. He sent me a couple of messages that read: “You have made an original bold intelligent and cinematically fine film. Loved the natural dialogue and acting. And vivid characterisation.” “Hope the non-linear narrative will find a mass audience that will appreciate your flair and sensitivity. In admiration and support – Chetan.”

Having said that, he also had a couple of areas of concerns: the originality of the music and the picture quality. Since I had sat with music director Asif when he made the music, I can vouch for his creativity. (At worst, he’s probably inspired and recreated some tune but he has certainly not ripped it off a foreign movie soundtrack).

The picture quality in a couple of scenes is a huge area of concern for us. But we hope Real Image helps us out with its expertise and tech support. They couldn’t finish Gamma correction before the premiere and I suspect that’s the reason for the high contrast.

Director Hariharan told me that it was a “very interesting film” because he couldn’t slot it under any one genre. (If I were to slot it, I’ll call it my brand of feel-good) and he thought it had a “non-narrative structure.” “I never got the feeling I was watching a movie. It was like watching real people with real problems. The dialogue was very natural and the lead actors were very fresh,” he said.

Both Chetan and Mr.Hariharan almost used the same words. They both felt that only when they saw Zebra, the larger than life character in the film, break down, that they were reminded they were watching a movie. I’m tempted to remove the background score from that scene now because ‘Evam’ Sunill is such a fine actor and the dramatic background score in that scene seems to jar with the otherwise realistic feel of the film.

Film analyst Sreedhar Pillai, however, thought that Sunil as Zebra was the pick of the actors. He didn’t like the technical quality of the film and shared Gautham’s view that the film took its time to make a point. He also noted that they felt that way maybe because they have been corrupted by the influence of commercial cinema and the manufactured pace and exaggerated melodrama.

Revathy told my friends that it was a “good start” and “interesting attempt” which makes me believe that she probably means “It sucked big-time, dude.” I haven’t got to talk to her personally but apparently she also told people that we don’t get to see films made like this and that this was a story relevant to young people around the country. Once I get to talk to her, I promise to share with you guys all the nasty things she has to say. ☺

Lensman Venket Ram said he loved the cinematography and the amateur feel actually contributed a lot of energy to the frames.

Vijay TV’s critic and cartoonist, Mr. Madhan said that it was an auteur film that was candid and natural, with very well etched out characters. He said that the film’s problem, if any, was that it was too natural. “It could’ve done with a little exaggeration,” he said. He noted that the overall technical output was better than Mumbai Express (we used the same camera as the one Kamal Hassan used for his digital movie).

He also made a critical observation that he would’ve liked it more if each scene ended with a punchline, like a stand-alone mini-movie. When we wrote the film, we did write it that way. But at the editing table, my editor Vijay Prabakaran came up with a really inventive style to boost up the pace of the slow film. We actually ended up sacrificing a lot of humour for pace but we have absolutely no regrets.

Some of my other critic friends noted that the film did not have depth. I would agree. Because we are only telling the audience as much as they will ever find out about that colourful gang of friends they find at their coffee shop or canteen. They will know who’s seeing who, what they do, what they aspire for, what they wear, how they talk, who’s the opinion leader, who’s the clown and what they ended up as. Telling a story about four friends with different dreams at the same time was a challenging task for us as first-time scriptwriters. We didn’t want to mess up trying to get overtly sentimental. As Chetan also pointed out later, “it was emotional without being sentimental.”

Also we are used to watching cinema where characters hit the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Here in my film, the highest high is getting admission in medical school and the lowest low is not getting in. The maximum conflict and dramatic tension between friends in my film involves them saying “Screw you” to each other and then starting afresh the very next day.

Since the three important characters in the film are not the types who would sit and cry, I had to extract emotional depth from the most unlikeliest of characters: the perceived clown of the pack. As ‘Evam’ Karthik notes, Zebra only becomes “momentarily real” when he breaks down.

For the first time in the movie during that scene, we see him as human, as just one of us. We thought it was important to explore that aspect of Zebra to illustrate the only editorial point of the film: That no matter how low you feel one night, the next morning is a different day. Who knows what it has in store for you.

What Mr.Hariharan also liked about the film is that it does not take sides or preach or tell you what to do with your life. “The best part of the film is that it does not try to tell you anything. It is such a casual fun film that just breezes on, without conforming to any genre.”

A lot of my friends are proud of me, they say I can hold my head high. One of them who didn’t see the whole film because she had to leave after an hour told me she was sorry she didn’t find it exciting. Yeah, because it is not film that will excite you. It will just introduce you to people you so very well know: Yourselves. And, your friends.

‘That Four Letter Word’ won’t change your life but it will surely make you smile, every little while, as long as you are in the mood to watch without any preset notions about how cinema ought to be.

If you are looking to find faults, don’t bother coming. It’s a waste of your money. Let me tell you as it is: There are many flaws. It’s not a great film. It might be a good film if you’re in the right mood to watch some light-hearted fare. But hey, it’s not a bad film either.

One more thing. It’s NOT a comedy in the classical sense of the word. It might evoke a few chuckles here and there. But the laugh out loud variety: Nope!

Suderman rating: Five on ten.

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Starting first weekend of January, we’ll have weekly community screenings at different hangouts in the city. So all of you who have wanted to watch it free, here’s your chance. Watch out for updates. We’re planning these screenings for six weeks till the film releases mid-February.

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Vinod, Sandhya, Harish, Praveen and Kiruba are five bloggers I know who were at the premiere. (I’m not sure if Chandrachoodan showed up.) They all told me they’ve liked the movie. I’m still waiting to read what they officially have to say.

Blog about it, people, spread the word. I don’t have to say: Write the good things and the bad things. Criticism is one thing I, or any of us for that matter, take only from friends and people we respect.

Want to criticise me? Earn your chance.

Finally, a word to those waiting to rip my film apart:

“Thank you very much for your opinion but I’ve already got the only thing I always wanted. I made my movie, no matter what!

It’s taken me seven years to be able to write this but what the hell… I still made my movie.

Now, how many of you can ever say that?”

Now you know why I’m on top of the world.

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TFLW premieres on December 21

December 13, 2006 · by sudhishkamath

Well, due to limited seating, I’m not able to invite everybody for the premiere of my film.

The Film Chamber auditorium (next door to Rani Seethai Hall) has a capacity of only 230 seats.

That Four Letter Word will be screened at the Film Chamber on December 21, 2006 as part of the fourth Chennai International Film Festival. The 6.15 p.m. show is only for cast and crew, friends, VIPs and media (by invitation only).

However, the 8.15 p.m. show is for delegates of the festival. So you guys better get working on getting delegate passes soon. Here’s the contact information.

All you need is a photograph and 300 bucks to choose from over 100 films from 40 countries over a span of eight days and three theatres.

Pedro Almodovar’s ‘Volver’ is the opening film (it was also the opening film at IFFI, Goa, just three weeks ago) and your 300 bucks will be worth every rupee of it for just that one film alone. I got a chance to see it at Goa. 😀

And about TFLW, like I said, the Film Chamber auditorium has only 230 seats and seating is on first come first served basis.

But don’t you worry, the big films are scheduled for screening at Woodlands and Woodlands Symphony.

TFLW premieres on December 21

December 13, 2006 · by sudhishkamath

Well, due to limited seating, I’m not able to invite everybody for the premiere of my film. The Film Chamber auditorium (next door to Rani Seethai Hall) has a capacity of only 230 seats.

That Four Letter Word will be screened at the Film Chamber on December 21, 2006 as part of the fourth Chennai International Film Festival.

The 6.15 p.m. show is only for cast and crew, friends, VIPs and media (by invitation only).

However, the 8.15 p.m. show is for delegates of the festival. So you guys better get working on getting delegate passes soon. Here’s the contact information.

All you need is a photograph and 300 bucks to choose from over 100 films from 40 countries over a span of eight days and three theatres. Pedro Almodovar’s ‘Volver’ is the opening film (it was also the opening film at IFFI, Goa, just three weeks ago) and your 300 bucks will be worth every rupee of it for just that one film alone. I got a chance to see it at Goa. 😀

And about TFLW, like I said, the Film Chamber auditorium has only 230 seats and seating is on first come first served basis.

But don’t you worry, the big films are scheduled for screening at Woodlands and Woodlands Symphony.

Review: Vivah

November 16, 2006 · by sudhishkamath

The third ring of marriage

An old joke goes:

There are three rings in a marriage — the engagement ring, the wedding ring and suffering.

Barjatya turns it into a cruel one.

Before the nineties, Indian filmmakers successfully packaged love stories because — for the common man, falling in love and getting the girl was a mere fantasy, in a system that dictated arranged marriages.

The definitive climax was for that era of anti-establishment love stories was when the toast of the new generation, Aamir Khan, kills himself in the final frames of ‘Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak’. Result: The new generation felt the angst, the old felt a little bad about love resulting in tragedy.

Around the same time, another Khan, teaming up with a certain lesser-known Barjatya, made his debut, bravely proclaiming ‘Maine Pyar Kiya’ and started a trend of movies that manufactured family consent for love.

This again, was the fantasy of a generation that fell in love but wished that old folkies would understand the sentiment. The new generation began its dialogue with the old on screen. The old made a sincere attempt to listen. And after a miracle (facilitated by pet pigeon/dog), love would triumph.

A few years later, with ‘Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge,’ the third Khan emerged at the top, after his director Aditya Chopra cracked the most acceptable compromise formula in years: Romancing the West (all through the first half) and yet coming back home to win over the family, the Hindustani way (through the second half). The new generation loved the idea. The older generation, in the wake of globalisation, let go (pretty much like Amrish Puri letting go of Kajol at the Railway station at the end of the film).

It was the ultimate fantasy: Parents sanctioning love marriages.

A decade later, love marriages became passe.

Scriptwriters began to face creative bankruptcy.

“Money? Soon, there were a spate of heist and con films.

Feeling-good? After all, society was infested with crime and negativity, you really needed a ‘Munna Bhai’ to reassure you that life was still beautiful and Priyadarshan to give you a handful of mindless comedy for escape.

After an overdose of crime, con, comedies and remakes, comes another experiment by the same guy who made ‘Prem’ (love) acceptable and loved by the family, embraced by even the traditional.

According to Sooraj Barjatya, the ‘arranged marriage’ (Vivah) is the fantasy.

If you like old world charm, want a crash course in the importance of family, commitment, sacrifice and togetherness in a world that’s becoming increasingly self-centred, you might think Barjatya is right and may end up actually liking this movie.

If you are tired of watching evil, scheming in-laws on TV, you may actually like this movie for refreshing your memories of a bygone era.

But then, if you are the kinds who would never ever fantasise having an arranged marriage, this movie is just not for you.

The only talking point here is that Shahid Kapoor does not try to be Shah Rukh Khan.

But wait, he tries to be Salman Khan here. Now, Salman is an actor who can actually pull off delivering the flatest of lines with saintly reverence and strike a chord, thanks to the peaceful calm writ all over his face.

Shahid, however, ends up looking like a lost puppy with a dry bone in his mouth. The lines he seems to believe are literary gems lack meat.

Amrita Rao is busy wearing the ‘Main Madhuri Dixit Banna Chahti Hoon’ giggle all through the film and the only reaction she induces among the audience is eczema.

It is left to Anupam Kher, Alok Nath and Seema Biswas to lend credibility to the acting department in this slow and soppy film further plagued by the music and song breaks.

Having said that, at least a couple of Ravindra Jain’s songs will linger in your head, whether you like them or not.

Though there are a couple of warm moments apart from the familiar Barjatya touches, the film, at best works as a throwback to a bygone era. But how many people are interested in that?

If Barjatya’s ‘Vivah’ lasts at the box-office in spite of his uninspiring lead cast, he has senior citizens and soap-watching ‘saas-bahus’ to thank.

Disclaimer:
Changes in the version that made it to print are the handiwork of someone at the Desk, and in no way reflect the author’s style.

Go Goa!

November 11, 2006 · by sudhishkamath

I had a blast in Goa for 20 days, last year.

Too bad I don’t have much leave this time.

But then, a trip to the International Film Festival of India held at Goa is like a pilgrimage for every movie buff.

To keep my faith, I’m taking four days off this year to hit Goa.

I hope the rest of you get to pitch tent throughout the fest.

Since not many from Madras do seem to be aware of the event, here are the FAQs:

1. Why is IFFI such a big deal?

Well, you get at least 10 days of 5 movies a day (to choose from about 25-30 of them) from all over the world (and only the best, latest critically acclaimed films) and get to watch star-studded premieres of at least half a dozen films (most of them Indian though) and in place where you are far away from work or friends. If you manage to get your friends along, well, there is nothing like it.

The festival this year begins with Pedro Almodovar’s ‘Volver‘ on November 23 and ends with Alexandro Gonsalez’s Brad Pitt starrer ‘Babel’ on December 3.

Considering that I really loved the latter’s ‘Amores Perros’ and ’21 Grams,’ I feel pretty sick that I won’t be there to watch ‘Babel’. Apparently, this one is about three stories from three different countries and going by his signature, is like to have another mind-boggling narrative (Gonsalez won Best Director at Cannes for this one).

Also, it’s at GOA! Possibly India’s best known world-class tourist destination. No matter how much time you have at hand, you still would miss out on something interesting. Goa is such an awesome place to explore.

Tip: Watch three or four movies starting at 9.30 in the morning. Keep the evenings free for sight-seeing. Do one beach/tourist attraction a day.

2. What does it take to go there?

A delegate pass. That costs WONLY 200 BUCKS!!! (INDIAN RUPEES). But make sure you register by November 15 lest they stop giving them out after being overbooked.

3. How to register?

Download the form from here. If link doesn’t work, go to the IFFI homepage and try. Fill it up, get two passport size photographs (stick one and attach the other) and courier them to: The Registration Office , Directorate of Film Festivals, Siri Fort Auditorium Complex, August Kranti Marg, NEW DELHI-1100049. Before November 15.

If you read this post a little too late, try couriering the same to: The Registration Office, Directorate of Film Festivals,IFFI Camp Office, Old Goa Medical Collage Complex, Campal, Panaji, Goa. 403001

4. Where to stay and how much does it cost?

The official site has a link to the most hotels there. You can call in and block rooms. You get non-A/c rooms for Rs.400 bucks onwards and A/c. rooms for 600 onwards if book in bulk.

5. What is the easiest way to get there?

Do NOT try the air or rail. Because Panjim is 40 kilometres away from the airport and the railway station and taxis usually charge at least Rs.600 (three times the delegate fee) to get there. The easiest way and the cheapest way into Panjim/Panaji is certainly the bus.

Updated:
Most buses leave by six in the evening from Bangalore. So make sure you get to Bangalore by afternoon (take any of the morning trains from Chennai to Bangalore, Brindavan Express is a good choice since you won’t need to spend too much time in Bangalore). You will reach Panjim by seven. KSRTC has some really nice buses on the route.

The train from Chennai leaves only twice a week, is likely to be overbooked and also takes longer to get there.

6. What’s a good place to stay and how to go around?

Depends on what you want to do. If you want to just watch movies, stay in Panjim itself. If you will mostly be doing only movies, Panjim is a good idea. But there are no decent places to eat around Panjim. Or any nice place to hang out. Apart from the festival venues — the INOX multiplex.

If you want to watch movies and see Goa, then you better bring some cash along. Because, it’s ideal to stay in North Goa, (Candolim, Calangut, Baga, Anjuna — take your pick) on the other side of the river to get the real feel of Goa.

Panjim is like Pondicherry, only that it’s cleaner.

But the heart of Goa lies outside Panjim, in the long narrow winding roads that connect lazy little settlements along different beaches. But remember, that if stay on the other side of the river, you need to spend Rs.150 per trip to reach the festival venue. The best thing to do would be is to hire a bike (costs Rs.150-200 bucks) and fill your own fuel. It’s a distance of about 13-15 kilometres from Candolim. Calangut (3kms away from Candolim), Baga (another 2 or 3 kms from Baga), Anjuna (another 3-5 kms from Baga) are all much further away and you can add Rs.25-50 per extra stop.

7. Where to party?

Club Cabana. It was about 600 bucks per person last year. Unlimited booze. 2000 plus crowd, over 50 per cent firang population. Rocking music, fireworks in the sky, the best party house in Goa, with at least three levels of dance floors and swimming pools. Saturday nights will rock. So make sure you get your ass in there.

If trance is your type, head to Anjuna. The locals will be the best guide to the trance parties and raves that happen in secret secluded beaches. Anjuna is the druggie’s paradise. So even if you just look around like a lost puppy, you will find at least one peddler to ask you if need stuff. Ask them about the parties at your own risk, of course.

8. Where to shop?

The travelling evening bazaar. Last year, it was in Siolim. Ask the locals where its happening and on what day. You get the best bargains out there. And the most interesting exotic stuff. And of course, food.

9. Where do I find those churches Goa is known for?

South Goa. Most tourist attractions are a little further away from Panjim than attractions in North Goa. So for more exotic beaches, cheaper places to stay and privacy, stay down South. It is cut off from the crowd and there’s a lot to explore. But then, remember it is really far off from Panjim and makes sense only if you don’t plan to watch movies. Ideally, stay in Panjim and a take a day to explore South Goa. You wont get to see all of it but hey, you’ll get an idea of the old-world charm and architecture.

10. Where do I find more FAQs?

Here.

Is Tamil cinema caught in a time-warp?

November 6, 2006 · by sudhishkamath

After watching ‘Dharmapuri’ (a throwback to the sixties when evil landlords usurped land from the poor), ‘Vallavan’ (with Simbu proving he can do better than Chinni Jayanth in mimicking Rajnikant and Kamal Hassan and also following Vijay’s footsteps for dance — the little ape that he is) and ‘Varalaaru‘ (that glorifies the male chauvinist type and of course has Ajith’s attempt to pay tribute to ‘Netri Kann’ Rajni), I am pretty sure that Tamil Cinema is indeed is caught in a time warp.

Well, one of the reasons is probably that in Tamil Cinema, the hero is all-powerful.

The star believes and promotes himself as a Demigod. Which means that it is blasphemous for him to get abused or hit, anything he says is a punch-line, anything he does is a style-statement, a lame swagger requires a slow motion and even the stupidest poses need a circular trolley shot worshipping him.

Why have stars always tried to be Demigods?

Probably because the need for an idol/hero is deep-rooted in the Tamil psyche for centuries now. Right from the days when every little village had a giant Ayyannaar statue or their local village deity, armed with assorted weapons, the aruvals and the like, people here have been believers in idol worship.

In times of trouble, they believe the Saamy would come and save them, if they offered a small sacrifice. They believed their idol protected the good from the evil.

The need for an idol and protector is so deeply ingrained in the Tamil mind over generations, that they put anyone who they believe would come to save them, on a pedestal. They have seen kings fiercely protect their culture, erected statues for leaders who fought for their causes and even today, many believe that MGR is still alive.

For years, the man has been celebrated as the protector, the bread-winner, the hunter.

The woman has been celebrated as the protected, the bread-maker, the hunted.

The man represents the courage to protect and the woman represents the sacred chaste that needs to be protected.

These have been roles assigned to the sexes for centuries, blindly adopted by the movies too.

Literature and mythology have had a significant role to play in re-inforcing these stereotypes. Since, cinema evolved from stage and stage evolved from literature, the types sneaked into cinema right from its genesis.

Conformity and endorsements of these types has always worked with the masses. So, over the years, even if the heroine was shedding clothes, she still was essentially virgin (if raped, of course, assigned to her conqueror). Which is also probably why a married woman doesn’t sell as a heroine here.

Legend has it that they built a temple for Khushboo, when she represented the stereotype.

When she broke it (probably unintentionally) by giving an interview, asking women to practice safe sex, the same people burnt her effigies.

Thanks to mythology, our stories have always revolved around love and revenge, as Rajeev Menon once told me. That’s probably one reason our themes haven’t changed.

Also, cinema reflects the collective conscious of the society. And often, of our times, said Javed Akhtar in another interview I did.

Hence, it is a very difficult task to change role stereotypes overnight because they have been deeply ingrained in the Tamil mind for centuries together.

Also, Tamil has been a closed culture, fiercely protective of their identity and literature, refusing to allow outside influences. Extremely conservative, to say the least.

Madras, however, being the capital has been more liberal. Which is why the Madras Baasai has a flavouring of multiple cultures. Over the years, an urban sensibility has evolved with global influences, television and world cinema.

With the increasing gap between the rural and urban sensibility, the needs from cinema too changed. Cinema meant different things to different people with different sensibilities. And people from different classes.

The poor wanted a savior. The messiah of the masses. The one who is always politically correct. The hero. The star. MGR, Rajnikant or Vijay.

The elite wanted an entertainer. The artiste who was willing to explore the Navarasas. The one who is willing to break the mould for the sake of art. The actor. Sivaji Ganesan, Kamal Hassan or Vikram.

The dichotomy between being a star and an actor lies in the fact that a star is built around a type and is identified by the repetition of the type whereas actors are recognised by their versatility and the non-conformity to the type.

Which means, Superman needs to wear the same costume in every comic book. James Bond needs to say, “Bond. James Bond.” Shah Rukh Khan needs that half-smirk, the nervous stammer and his arms spread wide in film after film. Rajnikant needs to toss up the cigarette/ now biscuit. Simply, because, these are the superheroes. The matinee idols. The stars.

Every era had a demi-god/matinee idol. And also an actor known for his range of histrionics.

We had MGR and Sivaji rule the sixties to mid-seventies.

And for a while, we didn’t have anyone because these guys were on the wrong side of 50. The directors used this opportunity to flourish. Soon, we had K.Balachander, Balu Mahendra, Mahendran, Bharathirajaa.

With just the power of radical scripts, they introduced a new bunch of actors. But the thing about adulation and fan-following is that once the devotees believe they’ve spotted the messiah, they believe he’s the Chosen One. Post his 100th film, Sri Raghavendra, Rajnikant just took off with a halo over his head. He had claimed his place as the matinee idol.

Post his 100th film, RajaPaarvai, Kamal established himself as the actor. The classy performer. The successor to Sivaji.

With growing popularity, a star who rises mainly from B and C centres, slowly wins over the A centre audiences too, over a period of time.

Similarly, an actor who rises from A and B centres, slowly wins over the C centre audiences too, over a period of time.

The family and social dramas introduced by the likes of Balachander, Bharathirajaa, Mahendran and Balu Mahendra continued till the mid 80s and early 90s, that saw the birth of a distinctively city-centric urban sensibility with Mani Ratnam, employing the charisma of the star with ‘Thalapathy’ (the commander, read: the protector) after a celebrated outing with the artiste — ‘Nayakan’. (the hero, read: the actor).

The male types were reinvented, but with a touch of sophistication. Both these heroes embraced non-virgin wives in their films, legitimised to the audience as “Gangster going for prostitute” and “Gangster going for widow.” Stereotypes broken. A director had arrived.

And so had cable TV. Also, video piracy.

By the mid nineties, with soap operas (essentially of the family drama genre that directors like Visu were thriving on) catching the attention of the housewife, women monopolised the TV sets. They stopped venturing out to cinema halls.

Films began to flop. Something had to be done.

Cinema, then, got defined by the people in the halls. Men.

Specifically, men from B and C centres who did not have the video player at home.

The political system too had deteriorated.

Goondas ruled the roost. The poor needed a messiah again. The elite were too busy with satellite television and VCD players.

The need for the artiste died.

The movie-goers were largely youth. And a director like Mani Ratnam had to abort the spate of his serious films he did in the nineties (Roja, Bombay) with a lighter subject in ‘Alai Payuthey.’

The metrosexual hero arrived with the consumerist culture.

These spate of youth movies didn’t really help the poor though.

All the poor needed to see on screen, was someone who would stand up for them and beat ten people at a time. Someone who had the balls. Someone who had the Dhil.

The simple aspiring policeman had to turn into rowdy to become the hero, in a system run by the nexus of corrupt policemen and politicians.

Earlier, there was just one city. Now there were many in the state that had an urban population of teenagers and carefree youth who couldn’t spend time at home watching soap operas. What did they do for entertainment? They just chilled, checking out chicks, falling in love, following them, giving them love letters, failing in love and watching them go out with someone more urban than them.

A new type was born. The stalker. The loser. Thanks to this Ugly stereotype to add to the existing Good and Bad, the likes of Dhanush, Simbu, Ravikrishna all got a career. Selvaraghavan, as the creator of the type, had arrived.

With Rajni and Kamal on the wrong side of 50, we have once again come to that stage when directors can finally flourish.

We have a few prospects. There’s Selvaraghavan, there’s Gautham Menon, there’s Cheran, there’s Dharani and Bala. We still have Mani Ratnam.

Then why do we still have the same old plots rehashed?

Because, today, every actor who has made it big thanks to these directors now wants to be a superstar.

The star believes he’s more important than the director. The star believes that to package himself as a superhero, he needs to reinforce the stereotype.

He needs to flesh out his superhero cape, come up with a handful of mannerisms and package them to the idol-worshippers. So if any director wants his dates, the director needs to sing his praise, package him as Demigod.

The stars call the shots. The star salaries are skyrocketing, increasing production costs. The bigger the budget, the safer they play.

With no other options left, directors with genuine stories turn to producers with sons nurturing celluloid dreams.

The latest prototypes, like gangsters and stalkers, are reinvented to suit the ugly young star. A good script makes it big. The one film actor starts believing he’s the star. Shit happens.

Anybody with a script becomes a director. After one hit, the director signs three films in a row. He doesn’t have scripts. So what? No one writes scripts. He recycles his own ideas. Sample: Hari, Perarasu, K.S.Ravikumar, Sunder C, Suresh Krissna.

What can change all this?

First, a system needs to be put in place.

Everything needs to be documented. Starting from business contracts and transactions covering every single aspect of the film business.

The process of making a film must begin from paper. From a bound script. But we don’t have scriptwriters. So now, we need to create a pool of screenwriters, groom them and make them submit scripts for evaluation.

We have enough talented filmmakers. They just don’t have stories to tell. Put Dharani, Gautham, Selvaraghavan, Cheran or Selvaraghavan on a panel to shortlist scripts and review scripts on the basis of the merit of the story that has to be told rather than the star playing it. Prakash Raj is doing a damn good job. Now, I just hope he begins to make money too.

The films that are radical could use lesser-known actors and be shot on Hi Definition. Using HD, a film can today be shot for less than Rs. 5 lakh (production cost alone). Real Image has 110 theatres in Tamil Nadu that can play digital content. A digital revolution is just waiting to happen. Anyone can be a filmmaker. Which is exactly how yours truly got to be one.

So yes, a professionally run studio-system and independent films are the way out of the time-warp.

(This post is loosely based on what I prepared for my panel discussion for the seminar on Tamil Cinema organised by the Symbiosis Institute of Mass Communication. My co-panelists were Khushboo, Dharani and K.Hariharan.)

When did I get so important?

November 5, 2006 · by sudhishkamath

Hmmm!

Choodamani probably didn’t expect his forum to encourage vetti/vela/jobless people this much.

Last week, there were two separate topics, both equally fanatical and holding diametrically opposing views, on one of my earlier posts.

One called me God’s gift to women. I mean, that’s so stupid. I’m no gift from nobody. I don’t come free. I charge. And I charge big. This one’s got nearly 300 votes. Even if I reduce the few times I put kalla-vote during my vetti time, it’s still a big number.

The other said I deserve a stinking fart produced by college students. He he! What can I say? Someone’s been doing way too much research, smelling assorted little assholes and the diverse range of farts they produce. And the post said I can’t take criticism.

Oh, well, for the benefit of those who just stumbled in here, let me start from the beginning.

The criticism, in this specific case, it was an observation by Nilu about a review. An excerpt he quoted from my review minus the context.

Now, that’s not criticism. It’s plain rubbishing. Criticism is when you say what’s wrong with it. And it is taken seriously, depending on the person saying it. Now, who is Nilu? A complete loser who has nothing to boast of but a couple of Letters to Editor published, an accomplishment any senile 80-year old reader can achieve.

If you “critics” can take a little criticism, here goes some:

Well bitches, I’m sure your Daddy would obviously kick your ass if you tried telling him how to make babies.

But hey, the one that said I deserve a fart got nearly 250 votes. That’s a lot of votes. Which means a lot of people probably do believe that I can’t take criticism (even if moron Nilu spent all his sleepless nights clicking on the link, something I’ve learnt he’s quite capable of! Scroll down the page and you will find some only 40 different ISPs responsible for that many votes, which means the same people have been voting).

But yes, I will respect that criticism (that I can’t take criticism) with a rejoinder.

The thing is, I do take criticism. But LIKE PRETTY MUCH ALL OF US, I take criticism ONLY from people I respect. And there’s just one way to get my respect. Give respect. In other words, you can say I suck. But explain why and how I suck and do it nicely and I may listen. Or else it just sounds like you’re upset with me cuz I did something to your Mamma!

These two posts alone grossed about 540 votes (each click apparently brings 3 votes).

If that wasn’t enough, now I just saw two more topics here on putvote.

One, that wonders if I’m over-rated? That’s already got 46 votes.

Another just got created and sent to me by a fan says I can’t be ignored.

Go ahead vetti people, go vote. I’m also vetti, so I understand the sentiment. 🙂

Prove how much I’m worth being discussed. Waste your time.

And before you do, watch this. (Oh well, don’t bother saying: It’s an old trick/link. I know! Btw, thanks China!)

If you don’t like it, well, like Maddox says: Eat shit!

How to make ‘fraanship’…

November 2, 2006 · by sudhishkamath

If you’re a part of Orkut or Hi-5 or any networking site, chances are that you would’ve come across random people wanting to make ‘fraanship’ with you or arbitrarily adding you as their friend.

Now, obviously anybody who has been in networking sites long enough would know that it just doesn’t work that way. I, for one, would surely refuse friendship requests from strangers.

Because, after the initial fancy wears off, you will find it absolutely pointless to have a crowd of over 500 friends in your list when there will only be a handful you can turn to in times of trouble. So though we are out there to socialise and network, we are choosy and picky about who we want to know.

Hawkeye recently blogged wondering why people “advertise themselves through testimonials” written by friends but refuse to add strangers as friends.

“In the ‘About me’ column, she writes ‘Please don’t request friendship from me if you don’t know me’ (this is really common in most girl’s profiles). And one of her testimonials read “You don’t know what you are missing out on, if you aren’t friends with her.” This is too contradictory for a person like me. Yes! I am missing out. I understand the pain of the testimonial writer in imploring me to make ‘fraanship’ with this girl. I’d like to help him. But I can’t do anything about it.”

This is a very common crib by newbies to networking sites and even seems like a valid complaint till you apply the same situation to a coffee shop or a pub or any party for that matter.

True, the people out there are surely out to socialise.

But, will any of them actually appreciate or approve if you walk up to shake hands with them and say: “I want to make ‘fraanship’ with you”?

Worse, they judge you before they even know what your name is.

Why?

Because, etiquette requires you to be introduced by someone they know.

We all know that good lookers have it easy in the real world. Some of them don’t even need a pick-up line.

So what’s different in the virtual world online?

For probably the first time, the geeks, the freaks and the nerds too have a fair chance — The kind of guys who would never walk up to a girl in a nightclub and say ‘Hi’ just because they are afraid of the way they look; the kinds who might have a smarter line than the beefy guy out there wearing a tight tee and dances like Travolta; and of course, the funny guys who come up with the most outrageous stories and are great fun to be with.

You need not even put up their photographs, and even if you do want to, Photo editing software can transform even the most ordinary snap to an interesting picture. But then, this is something even the women do.

But putting up real pictures surely helps to let people know you are for real and are not a fictional character someone created as a prank. Statistics show that people with real photographs get more hits than people using pictures of movie stars and sports personalities.

But first, to begin with, you need a profile that’s interesting. Not too brief and not too long. Not too funny, not too serious. Not too loud, not too sober either. But most importantly, it should describe the real you. (Psst: But check with friends first, if the real you is scary, get someone to create it for you.)

Just because there are people out there with interesting profiles does not mean they are all going to be interested to be friends with you. Just like in the real world, it’s easier to network with people you have already been introduced to. Or people who are your friend’s friends. But make sure you don’t send them friendship requests before they actually show some interest in getting to know you. The boys would do well to wait for the girls to send them the request.

And unless you have a very good, original and funny pick-up line worth using, do not attempt an opening line. In fact, there are communities that promptly discuss Orkut’s worst pick-up lines and you surely don’t want to find your way in there.

So if you can’t straight away add friends, how do you network?

The communities are always a safe bet to find people who share your interests. Join an online discussion or start an interesting one. You will have people replying or you can always reply to discussions started by the ones you find interesting. That’s good to get introduced.

Once you’re sure they would remember you, you need an ice-breaker. This is when you can take the liberty of leaving a light-hearted comment in their scrapbook. Do not scrap them back till they reply. People do not like getting spammed. Gauging interest levels, you can decide to scrap back or network with someone else.

Whatever you do, do it with dignity.

Don’t ever beg or request to be friends with anyone.

Also, aggression might not always work. So do not ask people out till you are sure they know you well enough.

Always remember, that just because they are ready to be friends with you does not imply that they have romance in mind.

Take it slow. Relationships are defined over time.

Besides, most friendships outlast most romantic inclinations.

He says She says Episode 29 update

October 28, 2006 · by sudhishkamath

The penultimate episode of the He Says She Says column has been uploaded. As Shonali is leaving to the UK for her Chevening scholarship this week, we are wrapping up the first season with just one more episode.

Do let us know what you want us to fight over. One last time.

Episode 29: Boys don’t cry

October 28, 2006 · by sudhishkamath

He says:

Why are women always the delicate darlings? The cry-babies.

Think about it, women display grief like it’s a work of art.

Haven’t you seen many an argument automatically swing in favour of the woman simply because the poor baby cried?

The audience vote always is in favour of the woman who is crying, irrespective of whether she’s right or wrong.

Why does this happen? Because, men don’t cry or break down. Instead, the more upset they are, the more they frown or the angrier they appear. Now, we all know women are more attractive than most men. And, nobody feels sorry for an angry man. In fact, the angrier he gets, the uglier he looks, the more despicable he appears. What choice does he have really? If he cries, they’ll call him sissy. They’ll say he’s wuss. And it’s not really macho. So he does what he has to. Pretend he’s got buffalo-skin.

Women, aided with a few drops of tears, have no problems appearing convincingly victimised.

The way men and women handle grief is very different. Women think of grief management by getting it out of their system, indulging in self-pity and then rationalising that now that they have been victimised, they have to think of emerging out of the whole situation stronger.

Female bonding and such self-help groups help them achieve liberation.

Men, take the easiest way out. The ‘escape’ route. A boys night out.

They laugh out the blues over a couple of drinks by poking fun at the situation. Or just Movies. Games. Work. Or just other girls to take their mind of the current problem. They probably cry secretly in the privacy of their bedrooms if need be, but largely, they find ways to escape the situation. They let something else occupy their mind-space.

And before they know it, the tragedy of epic proportions is forgotten or looked at objectively, with a new perspective.

That’s because Men don’t take their lives as seriously as women do.

Which is why they travel light. They don’t think ‘Once bitten, twice shy’. In fact, they like the adventure, they don’t hesitate to visit old ghosts. They face life with new confidence and optimism.

The scars remain as a mark of the courage they displayed under grave circumstances. The scars that remind him that he’s a warrior in this world sympathetic to the female of the species. And he will survive.

She says:

Saying all women sniffle sadly into delicate lace handkerchiefs every time things go wrong, is like saying all men hate to ask for directions. (Oh. Wait a second. All men DO hate to ask for directions. So lets just say you can’t generalise with women.)

Just because everyone knows a couple of wet mop women turn on the waterworks at the slightest provocation, that doesn’t mean every woman you ever meet is going to be that soppy.

The truth is that most women are far tougher than men. Take their thresholds for pain, for example. Whether it’s enduring a waxing session at the parlour, or having a baby, women just grit their teeth and get it done with without complaining.

On the other hand, have you ever seen a man with a cold? He’ll bring the house down, shuffle around groaning mournfully and sniffle sadly over hot soup as he mentally draws out his last will and testament. For men are the ultimate Drama Queens. The whole ‘I’m so macho I open beer bottles with my teeth’ image is just a front.

In fact the last time I saw a man open a beer bottle with his teeth (to impress some young thing in too much lipstick of course), our hero bit through the bottle, cut his mouth and spend the rest of the evening holding a hanky over it and shrieking like a just-crowned Miss World.

And why do people always assume it’s the women who cry at movies?

I’ll never forget watching Titanic at a movie theatre in Mumbai. As the ship went down, its brave band began to play. But I was looking elsewhere. Because on either side of me there were men crying so hard they could have probably re launched the Titanic.

When a friend of mine got pinched at a mall, she turned around and walloped the guy who did it, though he was twice her size. Another petite friend charged at four whistling morons to shut them up, brandishing her helmet and scared them half to death. At a party, I heard a pretty young thing tell her friends how she ran after and kicked down the bicycle of a man who was kept following her.

None of them cried. It wasn’t even an option.

For women realise that collapsing into a teary heap doesn’t help anyone, least of all themselves. So they pull themselves together and work out ways to survive. Besides tears can really mess up your mascara!

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