“The End”. For Telugu films, the end freeze was “Subham”. Which signified anything but ‘Finis’; more an auspicious beginning. Probably why Hyderabad’s love affair with films never ends. The silver screen often had a black screen facing it; the zanana section. Even the most conservative had to visit the cinemas. Theatres were named ‘Picture House’ unambiguously or ‘Lighthouse’ ambitiously. Whatever the language, the projector’s beacon always beckoned. One dropped anchor at Sec
Uncommon housefly. Every once in a while comes a film that doesn’t just stun and awe, but redefines the rules. Shiva did it for the super strong hero. Eega does it for the physically weak hero. The film is a virtuoso display of the strength of concept. It’s like a breathtaking body-building show for the mind; and heart. Prepare to fly. The very beginning of the film stole my heart. It is a black screen and the voice of a child asks her father to tell her a story. After much p
Some musings about what I love, and mostly, what I hate.