“Lend me your claws.”

Friends, audiences, countrymen: watch me play the fool. We trade places this Friday, cinema and I. The arrangement has long been a simple one. Movies unfold themselves before me, while I sit back — one hand eager to applaud with thigh-slapping glee, the other resting by a freshly sharpened scimitar — and watch, then write. […]

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Life’s too short to watch bad movies

If a film isn’t working for you, go ahead and do what I can’t.   If you don’t like a film, turn it off. Or change channels. Or walk out. It’s something I can’t do, shackled to a seat despite absolutely no possibility of things getting better. It’s like The Ludovico Technique, except with Vishal-Shekhar playing instead […]

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What I love about Mumbai…

The meritocracy. The mania. The home-delivered alcohol. The hours. The fact that we call it Bombay, come what may. The delusion. The complete lack of perspective. The palpable fanaticism about film. The seaface. The honest auto-rickshaws. The dives. The impossibility. The DVD bootleggers. The fanboys. The fact that nobody really cares unless you beseech them […]

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Will Priyanka be the next Batgirl?

And are comic books turning too sexy for their own good?   The latest issue of Catwoman takes a while to show us her face. First we meet her breasts, nearly tumbling out of a lacy scarlet bra as she yanks on her tight leather suit. As she dons said costume, she’s in no rush […]

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How to ‘fix’ The Tree Of Life

Art-rock for art’s sake The best way to watch 1939 gem The Wizard Of Oz, as many of you are doubtless aware, has nothing whatsoever to do with the film’s director, Victor Fleming. The original is a perfectly great film, a superlative piece of vintage movie magic that hits all the right chords in one delicious […]

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Rest In Peace, Peter Parker.

Sunday night, a man made me cry. I, like many others, knew Brian Michael Bendis was going to kill Peter Parker, but wasn’t aware how acutely it would ache to see the webslinger lying lifelessly in Mary Jane’s arms. Spider-Man is dead. Sob. Only, he kinda isn’t. So here’s the skinny, true believers: Peter is […]

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A salute to Sidney Lumet

Why I think Sidney Lumet is the finest American filmmaker of all time. And also why he couldn’t have been the best poker player. “His last film, Before The Devil Knows You’re Dead, a crime drama made when he was 82, opens with doggystyle sex and zigzags through linearity with insouciant vigor. His first film, […]

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