Wow For A Cleavage! Want to drink a cocktail of suspense, thriller, tragedy, even horror and nostalgia in the glass of romance being attracted by hearsay, you are running to loose your pocket for an exciting irritation. Sometimes I surprise with sorrow that while a film from any four distant corners of the globe seems familiar with their cinematic gesture our own films are like Hieroglyphics. Go, annoy people with tyash (psuedo intellectual) film and cut their pocket. What a way of befooling people with the aid of rented media roar. The script is surely Babylonian! So many bad shots were taken to turn a substantial plot into disaster. Why viewers are forced to enter under the cot where they can not hold the head straight and need to peep with bent neck from side, from below. This psychological irritation spreads through the body at some point and make people giddy.( Well, if the director asserts that, yes, yes, this is what was my intention, then a statutory warning should have accompanied the publicity , ‘one might get neck-ache after watching the movie.)And a great intention to juggle with time and space in the narrative was there as well. Only the final innings might be rated as cinema, perhaps. The whole rest part seems a collage of film school exercises where students swim impatiently into the ocean of newly grabbed cinematic expressions being unable to determine a resting pose.
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 08:06:44 +0000
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