Over the past two decades or so, world cinema has seen emergence of a film that anchors itself in a local idiom, bears its cultural signature and then positions its appeal to the larger, broader audience outside its specific contexts of origin.
So powerful is the onslaught of the iconography of mourning that it has become a universal standard for displaying the public affection of those who suffer.
The events of 9-11 have changed cinema. These changes have been far ranging, from narrative construction and movement to the aesthetics of urgency.
Rushdie and Mehta’s Midnight’s Children promises a doubled up feast for thought and senses before the theater goes dark.
For Nair, the very existence of the past, even in its residual form was more important than constructing a discriminating history of cinema.
Review of the Indian Film Festival in Los Angeles?
America was once their country. They sense they are losing it. And they are right.
Very few Indians have actually read the Kamasutra, which is boringly pedantic and — shockingly to many — did not contain pictures in the original.
The idea that national cinema cannot be translated into a broader idiom for viewers around the world is misplaced.
Brett Ratner who remixed Kites for U.S. audiences, on Bollywood’s potential in the United States.
We may still covet the “dark, tall and handsome” man, but “pretty, fair ladies” are all the rage for our liaisons, permanent or otherwise.
As we catalog the decade of the noughties, ring up a new contribution to our vocabulary.
No hammer and sickle flags may flutter on poles and no busts of Marx and Lenin may be erected in our public squares, but we are rapidly embracing the Marxist ideals of social equality
Slumdog Millionaire is a brilliant, vile film that puts the pornography of poverty at the center of its universe.
The mutt honcho of the land does not want mutts in the White House. What kind of example does he set for others? Did we not elect him as a mutt?
It is important to remember that Amitabh is a star, despite the BBC poll of the Millennium that accuses him of being an actor.
If you are well-disposed to the American political orientation and have sufficiently lowered your expectations, then the convention speeches might be fun.
What a difference a day, a week, a month make! Let's not even talk about tomorrow!
The Olympics are a demonstration of the dominance of the few, of their obsessive, neurotic pastimes.
With two sensational political conventions over, the campaign has begun in earnest. Despite the call for a new politics and the rhetoric of change from