Why do pop stars, movie divas and sports hunks drive us nuts?
Yash Chopra defined love and romance on the silver screen.
Suddenly the traditional boy-meets-girl formula, accompanied by the attendant melodramatic hi-jinx, has given way to some semblance of realism in subject, story-telling and performance.
Are these films really the new cinema, worthy of the hype and celebration and the new directors really the new stars and trail-blazers offering pulsating, exciting, no-holds-barred, creative chutzpah that separates the real from the fluff?
Sure, Bollywood is on the rise, but as a global force that instantly demands and gets respect, awe, admiration and attention, sorry folks, Hollywood is the real thing.
Even megastars like Amitabh Bachchan and Salman Khan are rebelling against Bollywood— the word that is.
The star wrestler-actor Dara Singh embodied all that Indian-style clarified butter or “desi ghee” stands for — not least its potential for good honest home-grown strength and tenacity.
Frankly, India of the late 1960s was totally unprepared for Rajesh Khanna. The film industry, blown out of its mind, christened him Superstar. Stardust, the new iconoclastic, irreverent and deliciously chatpata new film magazine on the block, baptized him the Phenomenon and sold out its maiden issue within days just via banners enquiring whether Rajesh will/has married his girlfriend (at that time) Anju Mahendru?
Music is the essential stressbuster for many Bollywood stars, trying to cope with erratic shooting schedules, hectic travel and long hours under the arclights, not to mention the unrelenting paparazzi gaze.
Aishwarya’s figure is cause for global distress. The querry “Aishwarya figure”throws up over 4 million results on google.
The awkward fact remains that although Bollywood is the world’s largest movie factory, we don’t register even a hiccup in this gala, global, mega feast. Historically we have been conditioned and programmed to believe that it’s not the winning or losing, but participation that is the key.
Will Chillar Party’s National Award inspire a rush of child films?
The Indian Premier League is no longer perceived as a great threat for film releases.
Possibly shaken up by these flops, she attempted to switch lanes, get adventurous and experiment with masala fare.
How far are Bollywood stars willing to prostitute themselves?
Why does the most glamorous, celebrated and venerated award spurn Bollywood, the world’s largest film industry?
The idiot screen overwhelms the idiot box, once the spot for cute, sweet, homely, intimate fare.
A fan and critic bids farewell to the most enduring — and handsome — of Bollywood’s romantic legends.
The fact that the movie was a thinly-veiled bio of the southern sex-bomb of the 1980s Silk Smitha added solid, lip-smacking spice.
Atta Girl! Way to go! Never was dirt so sexily rewarding!
The magic and mystique of Dev Anand, Bollywood’s original Dorian Grey, a human, turbo-charged dynamo who refused to stand still, look back, rest on his laurels or be discouraged by flops or stinging broadsides of critics, contemporaries and colleagues, zooming ahead with passion, towards his next project.
Whatever happened to Bollywood’s heartbreak melodies?
“In such an insanely competitive market, to carve a niche with such modest talent, is indeed fantastic and I mean it as a compliment.”
Over time, serious contenders, such as Akshay Kumar, Ajay Devgun and Hrithik Roshan, enjoyed their moments (they still do), but all things considered, the Khan trio between them seem to have hijacked the popular imagination and developed an unmatched and unprecedented fan base across the globe.
Has B-towns latest Box Office Badshah upped the ante for loud, over-the-top, mindless, action-packed masala — and in the process threatened good taste and quality cinema?
A prank by Bollywood superstar Amitabh Bachchan has unleashed a nightmare for 10 mobile phone numbers in Punjab.
A tribute to Mr. Yahoo, the once abject failure, who became a rebel star and revolutionized Indian cinema
"Enjoying marital bliss. Team Dixit-Nene on their way to India!"
Bollywood is gripped by come-backs of the heroine kind.
Men play second-fiddle on Indian TV serials.
Thrilling youngistan, shocking old-istan, the new breed of song-writers in Bollywood is re-writing the rules of the game. What’s going on?
Review of the Indian Film Festival in Los Angeles?
Contrary to popular belief, it has little to do with the poor track record indicated. If they haven’t impacted the film or audience, the fault lies squarely on the filmmaker and his intent in using this creature effectively.
Award shows are the new disease in B-town. Are they about recognizing and rewarding excellence … or exploiting opportunistic vested interests?
Is the Star-as-Bhand the new trip in B-town? Cheap or cool?
In new-age Bollywood, there is a hysterical drive to grab the janta’s attention, at any cost. How does it pan out?
Will No One Killed Jessica be the catalyst to spearhead a turnaround for this seemingly doomed, rejected and neglected genre?
Monojit Lahiri celebrates the mesmerizing magic and mystique of the red-hot “item” babe’s songs and reminds us that Munni has been badnaam forever.
Our guys and gals are just not cut out for Hollywood.
Have goodness and virtue been hijacked?