Everytime a couple of small films or a bunch of new, young, exciting stars hit the marquee the media go to town about how the new lot will take from the Khans and why are their days are numbered.
Gender inequality has been the source of debate and discussion for decades in sports, entertainment and the corporate world.
Both music directors and composers have really stepped on the gas to enter this once-hallowed space of professional singers and belt out numbers that are — ouch! — frequently indigestible!
It is the bonding, trust, understanding and total surrender of the stars to the director’s magic touch that usually results in the success of the film.
Do the super-stars, for all their glitzy life-style, big bucks and mass popularity, secretly envy the respect, awe and admiration that art-house actors receive from serious critics, commentators and audiences?
Dusty alcoves of memory are where many of yesteryear talents are junked and only the rarest of the rare hope to return to the glories of yesteryears.
Can the tantalizing enigma of romance and mystery even begin to take shape in today’s media and paparazzi-driven era?
The controversy over Sachin and Rekha has brought into relief the question, do we really need celebrity MPs?
Why are age-challenged pairings not found weird, unreal or totally corny and dismissed when in real life, this kind of pairing — at least in India — would be frowned upon.
The excitement that greeted Kishore Kumar’s 85th birth anniversary on Aug 4, with Radio, TV and print media freaking out, does suggest that the madcap musical genius is indeed special.
It’s not as if their vocal chords had taken voluntary retirement or they had vanished without leaving a forwarding address.
Can Sushmita Sen regain her universe with her new, ambitious comeback film?
It has been reported that some of the established male chauvinists in the industry are not too kicked about “glam, hot, gorgeous Bollywood heroines kicking ass
“Kabaddi? You mean that ganwar game played in small towns, where young, strapping hulks take off their (eeeek) shirt and end up (yuk) rolling in the mud.
Have chalu and chatpata one-liners replaced the earlier gems
In India, Shakespeare was first attempted on the screen in Khoon-e-Nahak (Murder Most Foul)
What’s up with all the freaky titles blitzing Bollywood.
They seem to be "here today, gone today" eye-candy, seductive time-pass distractions for a constituency who, once the movie is over and the phirang bimbos exit, are happy to relapse into contented amnesia.