So, I have been an avid consumer of hindi films for what seems like eons now. and have been doling out recommendations left and right. thought it was time to write it up. here's a list of movies i have liked quite a bit, and have watched multiple times, and would recommend wholeheartedly. must have missed a few, but will keep editing.
In my opinion, some of the new stuff is quite refreshing and different, but the mainstream "hit stuff" is still quite bad, with appalling non-actors ("stars") becoming big hits. I hate hate the insistence on masala over script - why can't there be both? that was supposed to be the whole charm of hindi movies imho.
the golden oldies (limited list - need to refresh):
dosti - sob manipulator, too earnest acting, but awesome songs
pyaasa - awesome. guru dutt was a genius - the words, the cinematography, the essence, the acting.
mother india - this was an insanely powerful movie. nargis was another genius in my mind.
bandini - nutan. nuff said.
some rajesh khanna movies i love:
bawarchi - love the family and the cooking in this movie.
anand - more for amitabh than for him, but what a film. what songs!
the 70s
(loved amitabh, dharmendra and jaya - particularly then)
guddi - love love love
abhimaan - jaya was awesome!
chupke chupke - the best comedy film they have all been in. i love me some om prakash and dharmendra in this.
sholay - what can i say that hasn't been said before?
silsila - what poetry, what nuance, way ahead of its time
mili - Jaya Bhaduri was great in this.
golmaal - hands down the best film amol palekar's been in
chhoti si baat - it was wonderfully awkward
koshish - very heartwrenching, except maybe at the very end
the 90s and 00s -
the Kajol list - I think she is the best thing to have happened to hindi cinema in the last few years. yes, i am biased.
Kuch Kuch Hota Hai - all time favorite. Love love Kajol
Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge - a bit chauvinistic, but pretty amazing.
Dushman - wonderful double role, masala movie
Yeh Dillagi
The Manisha Koirala stuff: she was kind of amazing in some, kind of annoying in others. too bad she really disappeared from the limelight. was a solid actor.
Dil Se - Manisha was amazing in this movie. so much better than SRK. and the songs and visualization are unparalleled.
Khamoshi - Manisha Koirala, again amazing. wonderful songs.
The Aamir Khan list - does some interesting stuff, although not as amazing as projected. his newer stuff is suffering from his god-like image - i know, i am probably in the minority with that opinion.
Qayamat se Qayamat Tak
Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar
Lagaan
Dil Chahta Hai
Taare Zameen Par
Rang De Basanti
Andaz Apna Apna
The Shahrukh Khan list: i love his romancing and his general usage of his personality. his interviews show how engaging he is, and the movies that capture this aura are the best of the lot for me, including the more recent nuanced stuff.
Chak De India
Swades
Kuch Kuch Hota Hai
Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge
Kal Ho Na Ho
The Saif Ali Khan essential list:
Hum Tum
Omkara - definitely among my favorite films of all time.
Ek Hasina Thi
Others:
Saathiya - much better in the tamil original, but still a good movie.
the newer stuff i love:
Some big impact movies for me: (i.e. felt like writing about it afterwards)
Chak De India - absolutely awesomely awesome. loved the sports and the gender empowerment. oh yeah!
Munnabhai MBBS - loved this movie for its story, its heart, and its humor.
Rang De Basanti - loved it till the near end. What stood out was the story
Luck by chance - what a nuanced movie about movies. dimple and rishi kapoor were awesome, and so was the rest of the supporting cast.
Swades - SRK at his best, lighting a bulb and what not.
Taare Zameen Par - loved the first half with the kid, kind of disappointed with the second half with Aamir khan, but still really well done.
the konkona sen stuff:
wake up sid - very generic but ranbir and konkona make it seem so new.
the president is coming - hilarious satire.
mr. and mrs. iyer - loved it for how quiet it was.
the abhay deol stuff:
manorama six feet under
oye lucky lucky oye
dev d
other "indie" films i heart:
khosla ka ghosla
iqbal
welcome to sajjanpur
kaminey
the blue umbrella
The entertaining yet flawed list:
Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham
3 idiots
Koi Mil Gaya
The non-bollywood movies I adore:
Bend it like Beckham
Monsoon Wedding
The Namesake
Born into Brothels
Salaam Bombay
Recently watched movies that i kind of hated and/or disappointed me -
Ghajini - wtf was that?
My name is Khan - hated the katrina hurricane stuff, and the scenes that tried to elevate SRK into "hero" status
Fanaa - again, kajol and amir khan were pretty good, but the movie was crap
Dhoom 2 - oh aishwarya rai, why are you an "actress"? was there a "plot"?
Delhi 6 - Abhishek bachchan was awful and the messaging overtook the nuanced movie and the wonderful, wonderful songs.
Krish, Kaho Na Pyar Hai - Rakesh Roshan always disappoints me. why do i watch?
Jhoom Barabar Jhoom - what a waste of good music and tons of money
Bride and Prejudice - really pissed me off.
A list of peoples:
Fave directors (despite some misses):
Guru Dutt
Hrishikesh Mukherjee
Vishal Bharadwaj
Raju Hirani
Karan Johar
Mira Nair - not bollywood, i know.
Dibakar Banerjee
Fave older gen actors:
Amitabh
Dharmendra
Amol Palekar
Sanjeev Kumar
Jaya Bhaduri
Nargis
Nutan
My favorite newer gen actors:
Kajol
SRK
Aamir Khan
Saif Ali Khan
Madhuri Dixit
Konkona Sen
Abhay Deol
List of People-I-don't-like-watching-for-their-"acting"-but-who-unfortunately-feature-in-too-much-I-feel-like-I-should-be-watching-and-then-invariably-end-up-regretting
Abhishek Bachchan
Aishwarya Rai
Katrina Kaif
Deepika Padukone
Salman Khan (although Wanted/Dabangg were pretty awesome)
Akshay Kumar
Other mentionable "non-actors"
Zayed Khan
Fardeen Khan
Esha Deol
Friday, April 9, 2010
Friday, February 20, 2009
OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA! (Nov 2008)
I (would have) Voted For Change
The Non-American American Perspective in this "Defining Moment"
I have lived in this country since 1997. Like millions of legally
documented aliens I came to this country on a student visa and stayed
on for jobs and for more higher education. While I appreciated the
greatness of American opportunity, I was never in love with America.
The fact is that many of us are not really happy here. We have adapted
in certain ways and we go about our lives, but we do not feel we
belong. We long for our homes and our families that we left behind.
However, yesterday's rousing Obama victory definitely made a
difference to my ownership of the American experience.
I lived in "fake" Virginia in 2002 and faced the unusual onslaught of
snipers, anthrax, and post 9/11 fear mongering. In the 2002 elections,
I remember feeling disenfranchised – the beauty of this country is
that you can live your little isolated life here without realizing you
are a foreigner, until elections or some rude racism suddenly hits
you. It hit me then. I bemoaned the blank check that had been provided
to the idiotic George Bush, and was frustrated with the scary turn the
country had taken. Even more infuriating was not being able to express
my voice in the process. My college Clinton years contrasted so
strongly with the Bush years that I just couldn't understand why the
American people would so easily allow this madman to take over their
country.
Eight years later, the American people expressed their disgust, and
their regret, by electing the first African American president. They
rallied around a man who transcended race, partisan politics, and ran
on a platform of intelligence and optimism. Not all of them of course
- this country is still scared of the prospects of having a non-white
person in charge, and their irrational "clinging to guns and religion"
will continue to puzzle me. But I'll take it.
As with the rest of the world, this election has been historic for me.
I have tracked its developments almost every day for the past two
years. I had supported Hillary Clinton in the primaries because her
being the first credible woman candidate was extremely important to
me. I was with her all the way until the 3 am ad, which disturbed me
in its negativity. I then started looking at Obama more seriously. The
inexperienced candidate had always exuded charm and hope, but his
crystallizing policies gave me much assurance. Particularly, in the
presidential elections, there was no contest. The horror of Sarah
Palin, offensive in its attempt to try and attract the Hillary female
vote, and the craziness of "fighter" John McCain could barely measure
up to the awesomeness that is Barack Obama. I still cannot believe
that what was considered impossible has been achieved. The thought of
an intelligent, responsible, high minded president who embraces
diversity in the White House has brought tears to my eyes. I guess I
feel more like an American than I had realized.
To reiterate, I still don't think I am in love with America. And I
cannot say I am proud to be an American, because I am not. But today I
feel proud to be in America.
OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA!
The Non-American American Perspective in this "Defining Moment"
I have lived in this country since 1997. Like millions of legally
documented aliens I came to this country on a student visa and stayed
on for jobs and for more higher education. While I appreciated the
greatness of American opportunity, I was never in love with America.
The fact is that many of us are not really happy here. We have adapted
in certain ways and we go about our lives, but we do not feel we
belong. We long for our homes and our families that we left behind.
However, yesterday's rousing Obama victory definitely made a
difference to my ownership of the American experience.
I lived in "fake" Virginia in 2002 and faced the unusual onslaught of
snipers, anthrax, and post 9/11 fear mongering. In the 2002 elections,
I remember feeling disenfranchised – the beauty of this country is
that you can live your little isolated life here without realizing you
are a foreigner, until elections or some rude racism suddenly hits
you. It hit me then. I bemoaned the blank check that had been provided
to the idiotic George Bush, and was frustrated with the scary turn the
country had taken. Even more infuriating was not being able to express
my voice in the process. My college Clinton years contrasted so
strongly with the Bush years that I just couldn't understand why the
American people would so easily allow this madman to take over their
country.
Eight years later, the American people expressed their disgust, and
their regret, by electing the first African American president. They
rallied around a man who transcended race, partisan politics, and ran
on a platform of intelligence and optimism. Not all of them of course
- this country is still scared of the prospects of having a non-white
person in charge, and their irrational "clinging to guns and religion"
will continue to puzzle me. But I'll take it.
As with the rest of the world, this election has been historic for me.
I have tracked its developments almost every day for the past two
years. I had supported Hillary Clinton in the primaries because her
being the first credible woman candidate was extremely important to
me. I was with her all the way until the 3 am ad, which disturbed me
in its negativity. I then started looking at Obama more seriously. The
inexperienced candidate had always exuded charm and hope, but his
crystallizing policies gave me much assurance. Particularly, in the
presidential elections, there was no contest. The horror of Sarah
Palin, offensive in its attempt to try and attract the Hillary female
vote, and the craziness of "fighter" John McCain could barely measure
up to the awesomeness that is Barack Obama. I still cannot believe
that what was considered impossible has been achieved. The thought of
an intelligent, responsible, high minded president who embraces
diversity in the White House has brought tears to my eyes. I guess I
feel more like an American than I had realized.
To reiterate, I still don't think I am in love with America. And I
cannot say I am proud to be an American, because I am not. But today I
feel proud to be in America.
OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA!
Review - Chak De India (Aug 2007)
What can I say but Chak De!
I saw a movie tonight about the Indian women’s hockey team, led by a disgraced Muslim coach, whose combined internal struggles were finally resolved with their struggle with and eventual triumph over the rest of the world. The theater was quite empty, as I expected, but what happened after the lights went out was more than I had hoped for. I can safely say this was the best movie I’ve seen in a very long time – one for the history books for my gender. At the very least, I have never had such a visceral reaction to a movie. I still haven’t stopped smiling.
Chak De India is about a Muslim men’s hockey player who gets accused of failing to win the World Championships and for doing this for Pakistan –another issue that is so rarely brought up in India. Shahrukh Khan, the lead star, has had to play some sort of Hindu, some combination of Raj/Rahul for most of his career. Hats off to him for attempting something so out of his element. In his attempt to win back his country and his respect he trains an Indian women’s hockey team - the “graveyard” as his friend calls it – and brings them heretofore unfound glory. In typical sports movie fashion a band of misfits from all over India unite and overcome all odds to beat the Australians in the finals. It was fast paced and professional, and had all the guts and glory you’d expect. It was smart, honest, and humorous. India won against England, Spain, Argentina, and Australia – what a great story for brown people! A fantasy yes, but oh what a beautiful fantasy it was.
But most of all, for me, it was about my gender.
India is on the rise right now in the global economy. Its arrogance and excitement is palpable, perhaps no more so than in its movie industry, particularly to us outsiders. As a Nepali who lives in USA, who has watched hindi movies closely for decades this really feels like a golden age in Indian filmmaking. The stories are getting more risky, more content driven, and more innovative. However, for years I have complained about the lack of movies with strong female role models – about how even after years of innovations in every other direction their discourse on women has been sadly stereotypical and unable to rise out of mediocrity. Fair enough, my fellow wannabe critics would say, show us a less sexist Hollywood if you can. And I agreed for the most part. Western women have been similarly relegated to the background and used primarily for their beauty but there is a difference in their way of being – a self assurance one only got a glimpse of in these Indian movies I so adored. But things have changed in the past few years, and to me Chak De India proves a glorious, wonderous example of this – it is something the Western world hasn’t yet accomplished with such mainstream glory. A movie about strong women whose strength, skill, intelligence, courage, and pride are far more central to their existence than their sex appeal.
Our male coach was such a blessing. So unassuming, so not sexist – he treated his players like players, trained them hard, and taught them to rise above societal expectations. It was refreshing to see Shahrukh Khan in what is possibly the best movie he has ever made. I forgive him for all the hamming down the years, all the sexist movies he has been part of that have been made by the Chopra and Johar and other camps. While this movie is probably going to fail at the box office, I am glad that it got their backing and his star power to give it a grand polished look, much unlike the status of women’s sports worldwide.
This is one movie I will treasure for years to come and show my kids, when I have them, and whoever arrives at my doorstep.
To pick just one scene - When two Northeast Indian girls were being teased by a couple of boys and the whole Indian women’s team took them apart, it was one of those amazing moments that truly took hold of me and it’s hard for me to articulate how I felt then. To have had to wait this long to see something like that – I had tears in my eyes and my heart was beating out of control. I was hooting and clapping in the theater like mad (slight exaggeration). How many times have women throughout the subcontinent wanted to tear apart the men who carelessly tease them, expect them to conform and hide their faces, ridicule their independence, bring them down every opportunity they get, and expect women to just take it in – no questions asked? For once, I felt like I was watching a movie that was truly talking to me, that was made for me – an independent woman who has yearned for so many years to be treated with respect, to be seen for the spirit and intellect I possessed before anything else.
It was time my gender got some respect and I am glad it was done by Indians – who as they rise probably are also pushing for a social message that is pro- strong, no-nonsense women in a notoriously female unfriendly society. While feminism seems to be dead in the West, what with the rise of “slut feminism”, hopefully this movie signals that it is on the rise in India.
If this is the case, I am psyched for the rise of India. Even if I am from Nepal. :)
I saw a movie tonight about the Indian women’s hockey team, led by a disgraced Muslim coach, whose combined internal struggles were finally resolved with their struggle with and eventual triumph over the rest of the world. The theater was quite empty, as I expected, but what happened after the lights went out was more than I had hoped for. I can safely say this was the best movie I’ve seen in a very long time – one for the history books for my gender. At the very least, I have never had such a visceral reaction to a movie. I still haven’t stopped smiling.
Chak De India is about a Muslim men’s hockey player who gets accused of failing to win the World Championships and for doing this for Pakistan –another issue that is so rarely brought up in India. Shahrukh Khan, the lead star, has had to play some sort of Hindu, some combination of Raj/Rahul for most of his career. Hats off to him for attempting something so out of his element. In his attempt to win back his country and his respect he trains an Indian women’s hockey team - the “graveyard” as his friend calls it – and brings them heretofore unfound glory. In typical sports movie fashion a band of misfits from all over India unite and overcome all odds to beat the Australians in the finals. It was fast paced and professional, and had all the guts and glory you’d expect. It was smart, honest, and humorous. India won against England, Spain, Argentina, and Australia – what a great story for brown people! A fantasy yes, but oh what a beautiful fantasy it was.
But most of all, for me, it was about my gender.
India is on the rise right now in the global economy. Its arrogance and excitement is palpable, perhaps no more so than in its movie industry, particularly to us outsiders. As a Nepali who lives in USA, who has watched hindi movies closely for decades this really feels like a golden age in Indian filmmaking. The stories are getting more risky, more content driven, and more innovative. However, for years I have complained about the lack of movies with strong female role models – about how even after years of innovations in every other direction their discourse on women has been sadly stereotypical and unable to rise out of mediocrity. Fair enough, my fellow wannabe critics would say, show us a less sexist Hollywood if you can. And I agreed for the most part. Western women have been similarly relegated to the background and used primarily for their beauty but there is a difference in their way of being – a self assurance one only got a glimpse of in these Indian movies I so adored. But things have changed in the past few years, and to me Chak De India proves a glorious, wonderous example of this – it is something the Western world hasn’t yet accomplished with such mainstream glory. A movie about strong women whose strength, skill, intelligence, courage, and pride are far more central to their existence than their sex appeal.
Our male coach was such a blessing. So unassuming, so not sexist – he treated his players like players, trained them hard, and taught them to rise above societal expectations. It was refreshing to see Shahrukh Khan in what is possibly the best movie he has ever made. I forgive him for all the hamming down the years, all the sexist movies he has been part of that have been made by the Chopra and Johar and other camps. While this movie is probably going to fail at the box office, I am glad that it got their backing and his star power to give it a grand polished look, much unlike the status of women’s sports worldwide.
This is one movie I will treasure for years to come and show my kids, when I have them, and whoever arrives at my doorstep.
To pick just one scene - When two Northeast Indian girls were being teased by a couple of boys and the whole Indian women’s team took them apart, it was one of those amazing moments that truly took hold of me and it’s hard for me to articulate how I felt then. To have had to wait this long to see something like that – I had tears in my eyes and my heart was beating out of control. I was hooting and clapping in the theater like mad (slight exaggeration). How many times have women throughout the subcontinent wanted to tear apart the men who carelessly tease them, expect them to conform and hide their faces, ridicule their independence, bring them down every opportunity they get, and expect women to just take it in – no questions asked? For once, I felt like I was watching a movie that was truly talking to me, that was made for me – an independent woman who has yearned for so many years to be treated with respect, to be seen for the spirit and intellect I possessed before anything else.
It was time my gender got some respect and I am glad it was done by Indians – who as they rise probably are also pushing for a social message that is pro- strong, no-nonsense women in a notoriously female unfriendly society. While feminism seems to be dead in the West, what with the rise of “slut feminism”, hopefully this movie signals that it is on the rise in India.
If this is the case, I am psyched for the rise of India. Even if I am from Nepal. :)
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