Jaagte Raho : Taqdeer (punjabi)

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

…ayvay duniya davay duhaaee jhootha paundee shor
apnay dil to(n) puchch kay vaykho kaun nahin hai chor…
this world is full of hypocrisy, false are their complaints
look inside your own hearts – we are all thieves…
haq doojai daa maar maar kay banday lok ameer
main aynoo kaindaa chori, duniyaa kaindee taqdeer…
laying claim to the rights of others, people enrich themselves
I call it looted wealth, people call it hard earned and well deserved…
sachay phaansee chad-day vaykhay jhootha mauj udaavey
lokee kainday rab dee maaya main kaindaa ani-aay…

the high-honored I have seen being hung, the cheaters run around cheating
people call it the will of God, I call it injustice…

Seinfeld On The Charlie Rose Show

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Jerry Seinfeld talks about the Bee movie.  Felt like I was meeting an old friend – laughed out loud on numerous occasions.  This guy is simply extraordinary –

The Charlie Rose Show (Nov 6th 2007)

IHT : Woody Allen On Ingmar Bergman

Saturday, August 18, 2007

This is the only guy I know who can make even an obituary funny.  As only Woody Allen can put it…

Got the news in Oviedo, a lovely little town in the north of Spain where I am shooting a movie, that Bergman had died.  A phone message from a mutual friend was relayed to me on the set.  Bergman once told me he didn’t want to die on a sunny day, and not having been there, I can only hope he got the flat weather all directors thrive on.  I’ve said it before to people who have a romanticized view of the artist and hold creation sacred: In the end, your art doesn’t save you.  No matter what sublime works you fabricate (and Bergman gave us a menu of amazing movie masterpieces) they don’t shield you from the fateful knocking at the door that interrupted the knight and his friends at the end of “The Seventh Seal.”  And so on a summer’s day, Bergman, the great cinematic poet of mortality, couldn’t prolong his own inevitable checkmate, and the finest filmmaker of my lifetime was gone.

I have joked about art being the intellectual’s Catholicism, that is, a wishful belief in an afterlife.  Better than to live on in the hearts and minds of the public is to live on in one’s apartment, is how I put it.  And certainly Bergman’s movies will live on and will be viewed at museums and on TV and sold on DVDs, but knowing him this was meager compensation, and I am sure he would have been only too glad to barter each one of his films for an additional year of life.  This would have given him roughly 60 more birthdays to go on making movies; a remarkable creative output.  And there’s no doubt in my mind that’s how he would have used the extra time, doing the one thing he loved above all else, turning out films. 

Bergman enjoyed the process.  He cared little about the responses to his films.  It pleased him when he was appreciated, but as he told me once, “If they don’t like a movie I made, it bothers me – for about 30 seconds.”  He wasn’t interested in box office results, even though producers and distributors called him with the opening weekend figures, which went in one ear and out the other.  He said, “By midweek, their wildly optimistic prognosticating would come down to nothing.”  He enjoyed critical acclaim but didn’t for a second need it, and while he wanted the audience to enjoy his work, he didn’t always make his films easy on them.  Still, those that took some figuring out were well worth the effort.  For example, when you grasp that both women in “The Silence” are really only two warring aspects of one woman, the otherwise enigmatic film opens up spellbindingly.  Or if you are up on your Danish philosophy before you see “The Seventh Seal” or “The Magician,” it certainly helps, but so amazing were his gifts as a storyteller that he could hold an audience riveted and enthralled with difficult material.  I’ve heard people walk out after certain films of his saying, “I didn’t get exactly what I just saw but I was gripped on the edge of my seat every frame.”

Reference : http://www.iht.com/articles/2007/08/08/arts/woody.php

It is my honest belief that only Bollywood can deliver “fall off your chair more than half a dozen times during a movie” comedy anymore.  Partner is the latest David Dhawan (amazed to find a Wikipedia entry for him !!) flick to rock the box-office.  As connoisseurs of Indian cinema will know, the Dhawan brand stands for silly comedy often catering to the tastes of the “non-sophisticated”.  Well guess what we found out Friday night ?  It’s fun being non-sophisticated after a long week at work.  And from the sounds of it, everyone in the hall was having a BALL.  It’s like mental mud wrestling.  Liberating stuff.    Group therapy.  Awesome. 

The movie was so good that I wanted to see the first half again at the interval itself.  It started off with some flat lines and I was looking around wondering what the hell we were in for.  But then it picked up – and HOW !  In the scene when Govinda cries with joy (the first time), I was laughing loudly and when he said “yaar main gareeb-type hoon” (dude, I am the poor-type), I almost hurt AM by my violent tugging to make sure she hadn’t missed the line.  I repeated it to her several times immediately following the scene.  She assured me she had “got it”.  The music was a real pleasant surprise and I’m going to get the CD just for that one crazy sounding bhangra/remix number.  Govinda is an awesome actor and he carries the film.  Salman, of whom I am not too big a fan, was very good as well.  Out of the ladies, I’d say if Katrina had Lara’s nose, she’d have gotten my vote.  Since I don’t expect that to happen anytime soon, I’d say neither looked too good actually.  Come to think of it, that might be a scary combination.  I take that back, Lara overall scores just a little bit higher.  She had carryover charm from Jhoom Baraabar Jhoom where I thought she absolutely stole the show.

OVERALL RATING : Super Hit, boss – paisaa vasool !!

Anchorman Wants To Be Friends

Thursday, June 21, 2007


Woody Allen : Annie Hall Opening

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Rediscovering my video library now that I am into a “forced bachelorhood” mode for the month.  This is the classic opening from Annie Hall.  Check it out.

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