<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138</id><updated>2011-08-27T21:19:50.986+05:30</updated><category term='2012'/><title type='text'>World of Bad Movies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-1434900991229875880</id><published>2010-11-25T15:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:38:41.237+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kanyakumari Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/TPDU99bgHYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/My7J0Wnq6gY/s1600/thokkuavatar2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544165302220103042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/TPDU99bgHYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/My7J0Wnq6gY/s320/thokkuavatar2302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yet another full blooded bad movie from Thokku. Once again he is in his top cop avatar but with a twist. He happens to be a part time carpenter! His choice of wardrobe makes Govinda look like a Giorgio-Armani-showstopper. His facial expressions, serious or otherwise, will have you in splits. The dialogues are incoherent and the conflict between the characters is never explained thereby leaving you confused till the end. And if you thought that Thokku's act in Chintamani Kola Case was over the top, then this one is even more maniacal. Watch it along with friends. Get entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-1434900991229875880?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1434900991229875880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/11/kanyakumari-express.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1434900991229875880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1434900991229875880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/11/kanyakumari-express.html' title='Kanyakumari Express'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/TPDU99bgHYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/My7J0Wnq6gY/s72-c/thokkuavatar2302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-9089619973316963680</id><published>2010-11-20T14:55:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:05:06.987+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Thriller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/TOeu9LCI8SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/FPIGRisQ2h4/s1600/Thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/TOeu9LCI8SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/FPIGRisQ2h4/s320/Thriller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541590232459702562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring : &lt;/span&gt;Self-Proclaimed superstar Prithviraj a.k.a Puluthiraju as DCP Niranjan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Language :&lt;/span&gt; Malayalam, English , Hindi, Tamil (Reason: Puluthi can speak all four at random).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runtime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Actual Movie): &lt;/span&gt;Doesn't matter. It feels much longer than it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runtime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Slo-Mo):&lt;/span&gt; About an hour. (Now, who taught film-makers like Amal Neerad and B Unnikrishnan that more super-slo-mos mean style?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Release Date :&lt;/span&gt; 17th Nov 2010. Bakrid. (Relevance: Spoiled an otherwise enjoyable holiday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make Up : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Puluthi is portraying a fiery cop but the thick lipstick and rouged cheeks make him look like a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Dialogues :&lt;/span&gt; Puluthi (To superior officers, villains etc), "I dare because I'm daring, damn daring".&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Classic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puluthi again (This time, to Home minister), "....I'm speaking for the oppressed and the repressed and the suppressed and depressed and the.....", the list goes on and I lost track. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gem indeed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puluthi (To Sampath), "Enne paartha bhayame bhayanthu odiduven". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, we thought Vijayakanth had patented 'bhayam' lines! But, Puluthi is close on his heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Dialogues : &lt;/span&gt;Commissioner of Police to Puluthi, "You are a pain in the ass". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish somebody told him this to his face outside the confines of the movie world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroine#1 to Puluthi, "He was an asshole". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again, we wish the subject was Puluthi himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anecdote on Heroine#1:&lt;/span&gt; Puluthi interrogates the girl with questions set in English and Hindi. She responds likewise, narrating her life as the girlfriend of Simon Palathinkal, a business scion. That life had its share of songs and dances, as we get to see in the flashback scenes. But the girl singing in fluent Malayalam? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, that is impressive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anecdote on Heroine#2&lt;/span&gt; : Interrogation time, again. This girl is Simon's secretary and also happens to be Puluthi's ex-girlfriend. Puluthi shows several photographs of hers in compromising positions with Simon. Her explanation? The boss used to shoot pictures with his arms around her even before she had the time to react. Not once, but several times! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say, what? Sati Savitri in torn jeans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst Named Characters :&lt;/span&gt; Paaramada Subhash, RDX Anil, Mullaani Biju, Martin Dinakar etc. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We thought Pattas Balu and Pan Parag Ravi were bad names.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Footnote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;: Kanichukulangarayil CBI, Brahmastram and now this. Our film-makers better stay away from the 'based on a true story' stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-9089619973316963680?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/9089619973316963680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/11/thriller.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/9089619973316963680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/9089619973316963680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/11/thriller.html' title='The Thriller'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/TOeu9LCI8SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/FPIGRisQ2h4/s72-c/Thriller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-4998099696609525059</id><published>2010-11-05T15:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:42:22.582+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Bean as Kuruvi!</title><content type='html'>Please check out this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLaKfJoO5B0"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; where Mr.Bean tries a Vijay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-4998099696609525059?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4998099696609525059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/11/mr-bean-as-kuruvi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4998099696609525059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4998099696609525059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/11/mr-bean-as-kuruvi.html' title='Mr. Bean as Kuruvi!'/><author><name>Hari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313307969164377395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iGymuK1pfio/SGSUMDfQxTI/AAAAAAAABkc/AqQwNRsM9v8/S220/DSC08601.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-1729307587560280702</id><published>2010-09-09T16:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-09T16:27:43.565+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Nonsense</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malayalam movies sometimes carry absolute gems of dialogues in English, Hindi or Tamil. These sentences are most often translated from the native language to the foreign ones, and hence when spoken, they result in unpretentious humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all-time favourite line comes usually in a conversation between (a) Police Official and his subordinate, (b)Doctor and Patient, (c) Father and Son. And the sentence - "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What nonsense are you talking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-1729307587560280702?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1729307587560280702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-nonsense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1729307587560280702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1729307587560280702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-nonsense.html' title='No Nonsense'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-3522790334893562738</id><published>2010-09-06T17:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-09T16:28:02.204+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shambhu</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats Hot - Vijayakumar as an innocent-turned-criminal college dude.&lt;br /&gt;Whats Not - Riyaaz Khan as a straight-laced budding politican who doesn't ham it up until the finale when he shows his true Villain colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Watch It - For the scene where Vijayakumar confronts a poor little Rat. See the acting genius of the Rat!  This is Vijayakumar at his worst "Achuvetta-Njan-Onnum-Ariyaathe...." mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-3522790334893562738?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3522790334893562738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/09/shambhu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3522790334893562738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3522790334893562738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/09/shambhu.html' title='Shambhu'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-5616229884992368115</id><published>2010-05-14T15:56:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:03:52.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pokkiriraja</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;Starring : Mammootty as Older Brother&lt;br /&gt;Prithviraj as Younger Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you think if a movie begins with with rolling credits? Would you consider leaving the auditorium? As &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pokkiriraja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; began in such a hitherto unheard fashion I contemplated leaving the theater then and there taking it as a cue. But the hardcore bad movie fan in me got the better of my body and I sank back into the seat witnessing a collage of scenes copied and pasted from a slew of past movies, especially those starring Mammootty himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening scene reminded me of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pothen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a where two families where fight it out to decide who will organize the yearly festival held in their local church. While keeping the situation essentially the same, the writers of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pokkiriraja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; simply changes the premise to temple in place of the church. They follow it up with a scene straight out of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aaraam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thampuraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where a patriarch in the mold of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Narendra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prasad&lt;/span&gt; schemes to disrupt the festival in question. Soon, scenes resembling &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rajamanikyam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Annan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thambi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;depicting the childhood antics of the two Hero-Brothers&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fill the screen space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charged with a murder that he never executed, the elder one is ostracized from the community by the kids' idealist father. That it was the Dad who had accidentally committed the crime makes matters worse. The son now has to keep the reputation of his dad intact and dutifully accepts the punishment. This situation paves way for the Dad to ask for forgiveness to his son in the later part of the movie on the lines of (yes, you guessed it) &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Narasimham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the brothers are separated and they grow up in different circumstances. Younger Bro has an introduction song designed for him and where have we heard that exact tune before? Aadungada Ennai Suthi from &lt;em&gt;Pokkiri&lt;/em&gt; it is. Meanwhile Older Bro turns out into a good-hearted Don much like Mammootty's role in &lt;em&gt;Chattambinaadu&lt;/em&gt; etc. And as destiny (a big yawn) would have it, they meet in the most ridiculous way since the time of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manmohan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Desai&lt;/span&gt;. One brother completes the siblings' childhood motto for the other and the younger one recognizes his blood. I'm sure nobody would want me to list those movies from the 70s. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Moreover&lt;/span&gt;, the duo keeps exchanging praises using lines which has more to do with their respective acting careers and nothing to do with the movie as such. Soon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mammootty's&lt;/span&gt; stooges too join them with some crap about Fans Association and one gets the feeling if it is a frigging documentary on Superstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; end there. So, we have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt; Commissioner of Police and his screwed up family (Not sure about the bloodline of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shriya&lt;/span&gt; Saran - is she from the Cop's first marriage or from his current wife? ). In any case, our younger bro is madly in love with her and older bro would go any lengths to unite them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; mistake me, this is not an action drama as the title may suggest. This is purely what we in our BAD lingo would term 'wedding movie'. Hell, maybe not in the same vein as '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seethakalyanam&lt;/span&gt;' or any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooraj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bharjatya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flicks&lt;/span&gt;, but there you have it. A confrontation scene between Bros and goons inside the villain's den (Police Commissioner nonetheless and it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter that the Bros are too goons themselves) is what gave me the creeps. All we normal viewers get to see (I say normal because it helps the cause of this explanation in latter parts) is a ruffian holding a gun straight at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mammooty&lt;/span&gt; and in the next shot we see the poor chap lying on the floor with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mammootty&lt;/span&gt; sitting relaxed in a chair while holding the same gun. Now, our Villain is so awestruck that he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; got a clue about what might have happened. And it is the turn of Bro Younger to persuade his Dad-in-Law-to-be to visualize the movement in super-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slo&lt;/span&gt;-mo because Bro &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Older's&lt;/span&gt; action cant be comprehended by us mortals in 'normal' speed. Villain obliges and we see what actually transpired between the poor extra and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mammotty&lt;/span&gt;. Apart from the silliness of the whole sequence I was appalled by the fact that it was lifted from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mahesh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Babu's&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Athidhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' which was released some three years before &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pokkiriraja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special prizes for guessing the pranks (yes, pranks!) played by the Bros on the Villain before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Prithviraj&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shriya&lt;/span&gt; tie the knot and we have our biggest summer release. If this isn't the abyss that most people claim that Malayalam Cinema has sunk into in recent times, then I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-5616229884992368115?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5616229884992368115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/05/pokkiriraja.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5616229884992368115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5616229884992368115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/05/pokkiriraja.html' title='Pokkiriraja'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-7007153503085149845</id><published>2010-03-02T17:44:00.019+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:12:06.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aalwar</title><content type='html'>In this Anniyan-meets-Ghajini movie, Thala Ajith Kumar plays the role of a one man army obsessed with eliminating criminals. He works as a morgue attendant in a hospital but is hell bent on donning a few avatars from Hindu mythology while he carries out his executions.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Ae70sw7hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AfpMU_18RuU/s1600/alwar1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9AfIU0EEiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RD9UWgkQMcM/s1600/alwar2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462900575886905890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9AfIU0EEiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RD9UWgkQMcM/s320/alwar2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Ae70sw7hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AfpMU_18RuU/s1600/alwar1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462900361107926546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Ae70sw7hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AfpMU_18RuU/s320/alwar1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Ae70sw7hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AfpMU_18RuU/s1600/alwar1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, his selection of victims is either random or circumstantial. But a few minutes into the second half and we get to know that this is a standard revenge drama. The flashbacks show our hero as innocent as one could possibly be, courtsey Anniyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Af0IR5FAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/obHkcdmQpQE/s1600/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h05m29s176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462901328436597762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Af0IR5FAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/obHkcdmQpQE/s320/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h05m29s176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villain kills his family, hits him on the head with a rod and leaves him for dead, courtsey Ghajini. Special mention - the scene where Ajith extends his hand towards his about-to-die sister, a straight lift from Ghajini. What is worse? The girl is named Kalpana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9AgS3nSTYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6O345hQODPk/s1600/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h06m35s67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462901856538873218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9AgS3nSTYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6O345hQODPk/s320/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h06m35s67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Agfr6D6fI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j7zd3mo4NO4/s1600/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h07m55s95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462902076734695922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Agfr6D6fI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j7zd3mo4NO4/s320/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h07m55s95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax is yet another spectacle with Ajith getting burned from head to toe and escaping unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9AgtgmrZ_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/x3rZ0FvlwsI/s1600/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h09m28s0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462902314218776562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9AgtgmrZ_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/x3rZ0FvlwsI/s320/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h09m28s0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Ag1XHVumI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lhbuLhyiogI/s1600/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h09m31s32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462902449110366818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Ag1XHVumI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lhbuLhyiogI/s320/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h09m31s32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Ag-IG0Y4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/0gcxNJVhqxM/s1600/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h09m57s40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462902599700472706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9Ag-IG0Y4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/0gcxNJVhqxM/s320/vlcsnap-2002-01-02-12h09m57s40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presence of a heroine in this melee makes matters terrible and Asin ensures that we have a hell of a bad time watching this movie in entirety and her antics in particular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-7007153503085149845?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7007153503085149845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/aalwar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7007153503085149845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7007153503085149845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/aalwar.html' title='Aalwar'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S9AfIU0EEiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RD9UWgkQMcM/s72-c/alwar2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-5639325163542563021</id><published>2010-03-01T15:35:00.020+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:50:38.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rakhee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S4z_6VR8sVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HAqf2qGXJP8/s1600-h/raki7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444007427194007890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S4z_6VR8sVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HAqf2qGXJP8/s320/raki7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Rakhee features one of my favorite 'bad stars' (pardon the anagram), Jr NTR in one of the worst avatars he could possibly don. Now, I have always made statements on how not to get confused about an actor's on-screen and off-screen character, but NTR's role as Rakhee, the savior of women, made me feel like i was witnessing Pamela Anderson give a speech on chastity. For a star whose each and every film (including the one under scanner) carries several songs and other sequences with two or more heroines in skimpy garbs and compromising positions, it was indeed very funny to listen to several lines referring to the sanctity of womanhood and how not to take advantage of the fairer sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only does he make infinitely long, tearful, boring speeches on the same topic, Rakhee (short for Rama Krishnan and also refers to the pious arm-band ) also takes revenge on behalf of his beloved multi-million number of sisters on anyone who has ever (a) teased (b) molested (c) raped (d) tortured (e) traded (f) killed them. The motivation - his real sister's tragic death in the hands of her in-laws. He begins with finishing off the entire family responsible for her death and takes up the bigger cause. So we get to see a Rakhee who goes on a killing spree without caring about the degree of crimes committed against women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As is the case with most serial killers whose have made their presence on screen, Rakhee too follows a pattern but unlike them he takes a much lesser complicated one. He carries a small plastic bag filled with petrol and walks/drives up to his target in broad daylight and breaks the packet on the victim's head . Soon, the victim gets drenched in the inflammable liquid from head to toe (with just a quart litre) and our hero finds enough time to light a match and burn him to ashes. Now, a killer of this sort should leave something on the crime scene as his signature and what better choice than a brightly colored &lt;i&gt;rakhi&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S4z4Jwm8tdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wgdRHDoHikU/s200/raki3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S4z9f22Q85I/AAAAAAAAAYo/qobnWS8zBgo/s200/raki6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S4z79WUakfI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aIjXpqh-PvQ/s200/vlcsnap-2010-03-02-17h19m41s244.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S4z8R_O_jJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7XcBrd0oJJE/s200/raki4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pic: &lt;em&gt;A typical &lt;/em&gt;Rakhee&lt;em&gt; assault&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Police Department shown in the movie deserves a special mention and so does actress Suhasini. Her role of a Deputy Police Commissioner in Rakhee can single-handedly shatter all the good work she has done in her past movies. And expectedly her character who begins pursuing the killer ends up supporting Rakhee for all his 'good deeds'. She goes to the extent of shouting at her superior that Rakhee is the only real cop out there. All this adds more fun to the plot and lets us laugh out loud at the absurdity of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised by the promos, we have several songs featuring NTR either with a gorgeous Ileana or a voluptuous Charmi, both being in their near-naked best and proved to be the much needed breaks between laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S4z3zzmQEQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tuaZ54Jutgo/s320/raki2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pic: &lt;em&gt;All those &lt;/em&gt;rakhis&lt;em&gt; on his arm were tied by his innumerable 'sisters'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-5639325163542563021?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5639325163542563021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/rakhee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5639325163542563021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5639325163542563021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/03/rakhee.html' title='Rakhee'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S4z_6VR8sVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HAqf2qGXJP8/s72-c/raki7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-2371941705962913586</id><published>2010-01-04T11:34:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:40:56.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Neelathamara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S02UdrCn7XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3FmaPc5FK2w/s1600-h/neelathaamara-movie-stills-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426156363542162802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S02UdrCn7XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3FmaPc5FK2w/s320/neelathaamara-movie-stills-28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one Malayalam movie which would enrage those perpetual haters of the &lt;em&gt;tharavadu-kindi-montha&lt;/em&gt;-kitchen-&lt;em&gt;sambar&lt;/em&gt; template. Moreover, there are several visuals and subtle references to various elements of flora and fauna around the &lt;em&gt;tharavadu &lt;/em&gt;, repetitive shots of a revered pond where the sacred lotus blooms and the exaggerated accent of all characters involved. All these are bound to make this movie a hell of sorts for any viewer who would love to see Malayalam cinema get emancipated from these age old shackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it when you are in a sleepy mood. It would take more than 10 minutes for anyone to hear you snoring. Else skip the sleep inducing first 30 minutes and treat your hormones to the occasional display of cleavage by the leading lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: This lotus has no color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-2371941705962913586?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2371941705962913586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/neelathamara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/2371941705962913586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/2371941705962913586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/neelathamara.html' title='Neelathamara'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/S02UdrCn7XI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3FmaPc5FK2w/s72-c/neelathaamara-movie-stills-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-1185245410949464952</id><published>2010-01-01T13:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:38:31.482+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Bad New Year</title><content type='html'>Another bad year has gone past us with its share of the ever delightful bad movies. Several popular Websites and Television Channels, especially the ones from India have come up with lists like 'Ten Worst Films of 2009'. Whatever those lists maybe but one this is clear, that the hype around these 'worst' ones is slowly garnering strength. Until a couple of years ago, such a craze surrounding bad movies were unheard of in public forums. Well, if this is the kind of attention bad movies receive when a year rounds up then we can proudly exchange a few pats on our shoulders, for we are the ones who relentlessly fought for the cause called 'Bad Movies'. And now it has arrived and is here to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, quite naturally, we wont be publishing any list, as reviewing bad movies is what we do year round. We know that bad memories linger around longer than expected and hence it is quite difficult to erase a few shocks Year 2009 gave us. But dont relax guys, this year too promises some really pathetic ones. Lets wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Chax. In association with Pappan, Hari, Giburaj, JD, Unda, Foreman, Machan, Pranthan, Nithin, Binu, Justin, Renju, Abu, Rahul, Uncle and Youth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-1185245410949464952?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1185245410949464952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-bad-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1185245410949464952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1185245410949464952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-bad-year.html' title='A Brand New Bad New Year'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-8883929291910823356</id><published>2009-11-16T20:24:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:26:43.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><title type='text'>2012 - YOU ARE WARNED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGymuK1pfio/SwFpJJowAjI/AAAAAAAACJA/2Vlbj2HkOYM/s1600/2012_movie_poster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGymuK1pfio/SwFpJJowAjI/AAAAAAAACJA/2Vlbj2HkOYM/s320/2012_movie_poster3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404716633747882546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGymuK1pfio/SwFpJPnHMGI/AAAAAAAACI4/CNX0UlWvM18/s1600/2012+movie+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGymuK1pfio/SwFpJPnHMGI/AAAAAAAACI4/CNX0UlWvM18/s320/2012+movie+poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404716635351625826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood has always fancied on Doomsday. And yet again, US saves! Only this time it couldn't prevent the catastrophe. I am a sci-fi enthusiast and let me warn you - there is nothing much sci-fi about this movie except for a few made up jargons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Directed by Roland Emmerich, who has brought us Independence Day, The Day After Tomorrow (probably still ain't satisfied saving the World for us), this is only good for its large scale graphical scenes. Infact I felt like being on a ride at an amusement park; the plane always takes off at the last minute for our HERO finds some reason for delaying like taking his daughter to the Volcano crater before it erupts which I still fail to fathom, flying between falling high rises and at one point even crashing through one, people dangling from office buildings above deep faults (cracks) developed after the massive and continuous earth quakes, gigantic Antonovs developing engine failures while a trusty caravan helps the hero overtake a seismic fault and volcanic debris. All the stunts were quite predictable to me though. Then the tsunamis devouring everything from Vegas, Washington DC, Europe, India, China...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are revealed early on the imminent and unavoidable Earth destruction and that a governing body collects 1 billion Euros from those who wish to be passengers of a ship. The audience is left with nothing to do from here on but watch. I believe Roland did not care much to explain the scientific reasons as he doesnt want to find a solution to this. And ofcourse we have the US president who matching with current times is Black this time. Played by Danny Glover, he decides to stay back while allowing his immediate staff and daughter to alight the ship. At one point it was mentioned to be a space ship. How it sparkled hopes in me of Aliens appearing later on either being the cause or on a rescue mission shouldering US Army! Roland had other plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ship was instead an ark; resembling only in the name and concept. It carries the most important political figures and billionaires, genetically superior humans, animals, artifacts. The bad scenes to watch out for are the ones when the usual romance, American family and humanitarian values emphasized through individual likes of John Cusack and others while we watch in awe as million others being disposed to the fury of nature. It is not the masses that matters; like us audience. It is John along with his divorced wife and children along with a dog making it to the ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie you would probably end up getting your senses assaulted with liquefied brains and that "We were warned!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-8883929291910823356?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8883929291910823356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-you-are-warned.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8883929291910823356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8883929291910823356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-you-are-warned.html' title='2012 - YOU ARE WARNED!!'/><author><name>Hari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313307969164377395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iGymuK1pfio/SGSUMDfQxTI/AAAAAAAABkc/AqQwNRsM9v8/S220/DSC08601.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGymuK1pfio/SwFpJJowAjI/AAAAAAAACJA/2Vlbj2HkOYM/s72-c/2012_movie_poster3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-301131577057575104</id><published>2009-10-25T15:48:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:31:57.719+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Angel John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuHFZsCLdMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UODnNyUSWIE/s1600-h/Angel-John-IMG_4649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395810873674265794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuHFZsCLdMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UODnNyUSWIE/s320/Angel-John-IMG_4649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is bad about this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stale one-liners and silly pranks by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shantanu&lt;/span&gt;, a lazy youngster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A crude comedy track running parallel to the main story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disjointed screenplay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mohanlal, in an extended cameo,&lt;/span&gt; trying hard to make the character of an Angel believable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-301131577057575104?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/301131577057575104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/angel-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/301131577057575104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/301131577057575104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/angel-john.html' title='Angel John'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuHFZsCLdMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UODnNyUSWIE/s72-c/Angel-John-IMG_4649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-1771089029183399606</id><published>2009-10-23T14:36:00.031+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:30:16.717+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Posters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG_g1uGu_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/KV239QRK-Gc/s1600-h/shaitan_mantrik_zahreeli_ra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG5ktfI1sI/AAAAAAAAATk/CP9HcGZaYy8/s320/1989_WohiBhayaanakRaat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395797868903192258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG5NZ2tckI/AAAAAAAAATc/K3jQFsj3UFc/s1600-h/1989_Ghabrahat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG5NZ2tckI/AAAAAAAAATc/K3jQFsj3UFc/s320/1989_Ghabrahat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395797468496360002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG5DZj4OyI/AAAAAAAAATU/TqBjCfAtcp4/s1600-h/1988_Kabrastan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG5DZj4OyI/AAAAAAAAATU/TqBjCfAtcp4/s320/1988_Kabrastan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395797296618683170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG4nrKPeJI/AAAAAAAAATE/uVVe5OUze-A/s1600-h/1984_PuranaMandir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG4nrKPeJI/AAAAAAAAATE/uVVe5OUze-A/s320/1984_PuranaMandir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395796820306655378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG4OkmZMjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gLHhX6KorGU/s1600-h/1979_JaaniDushman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG4OkmZMjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gLHhX6KorGU/s320/1979_JaaniDushman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395796389048955442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG39I4kd3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/zD6d3Z1vzMI/s1600-h/1962_TowerHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG39I4kd3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/zD6d3Z1vzMI/s320/1962_TowerHouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395796089551222642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG3iwHU4NI/AAAAAAAAASs/RtoZKn4bc30/s1600-h/144b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG2lcc7A-I/AAAAAAAAASM/cdbHXfNW3zk/s320/102b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395794582975480802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG2JPyVyGI/AAAAAAAAASE/EWXkfqnjSUs/s1600-h/092b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG2JPyVyGI/AAAAAAAAASE/EWXkfqnjSUs/s320/092b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395794098539317346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG2AlLd0_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/sh4C0d-RjRw/s1600-h/089b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG2AlLd0_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/sh4C0d-RjRw/s320/089b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395793949663024114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG1g5yzTlI/AAAAAAAAARs/T6EXuElO3lc/s1600-h/073b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG1g5yzTlI/AAAAAAAAARs/T6EXuElO3lc/s320/073b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395793405440904786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-1771089029183399606?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1771089029183399606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-posters-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1771089029183399606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1771089029183399606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-posters-i.html' title='Amazing Posters'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SuG_g1uGu_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/KV239QRK-Gc/s72-c/shaitan_mantrik_zahreeli_ra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-5568211364129862106</id><published>2009-10-22T18:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:20:34.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Best Song Sequence Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27cd8456024929f1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27cd8456024929f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330151034%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14B339237CD581C27E9EAFCCF9979775CBD3F9B9.1A8BE82D5BEAD31B01AAA2FC8F60EBFAA0F22659%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27cd8456024929f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg2o1Lwmhx_qspZF9HB7A4C3QfOU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27cd8456024929f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330151034%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14B339237CD581C27E9EAFCCF9979775CBD3F9B9.1A8BE82D5BEAD31B01AAA2FC8F60EBFAA0F22659%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27cd8456024929f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg2o1Lwmhx_qspZF9HB7A4C3QfOU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This sensational video is from a movie called 'Khooni Raat'. Watch it and see how bad it can get in Hindi Cinema. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-5568211364129862106?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5568211364129862106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-song-sequence-ever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5568211364129862106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5568211364129862106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-song-sequence-ever.html' title='The Best Song Sequence Ever'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-8078831938814734009</id><published>2009-10-21T14:43:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:11:56.718+05:30</updated><title type='text'>City of Ember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/St7XdRIyhuI/AAAAAAAAANc/I64BWQwNszE/s1600-h/2008_city_of_ember_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394986301452879586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/St7XdRIyhuI/AAAAAAAAANc/I64BWQwNszE/s320/2008_city_of_ember_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter the amount of praise we may shower on Hollywood, none would be enough to thank them for making movies at regular intervals which showcases the Americans' penchant for saving the entire human race. We have seen them fighting aliens and destructing asteroids for the sake of mankind and if you thought those were passé, in 'City of Ember' humans live in an underground city for a period of two hundred years without the knowledge of outside world. All for the wellness of our species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie begins with the statement that the 'world has ended', but, we never get to see how it happened. Anyway, scientists and architects meet in a secret location and lock the 'fate of mankind' in a box to 'protect the future generations from sorrow about what they have lost'. They sets the box to 200 years and give it to the first Mayor of the Underground City. Soon, the narrative skips two centuries and we get to see a city illuminated with bulbs all around which are powered by a great Generator. However, frequent blackouts have been happening like never before and everyone in the city is alarmed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/St7rPjJGzKI/AAAAAAAAANs/PiQiT08HkaY/s1600-h/cityofember2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395008056000433314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/St7rPjJGzKI/AAAAAAAAANs/PiQiT08HkaY/s320/cityofember2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the box of secrets ends up in the hands of a young girl who is the descendant of the Seventh Mayor and it is up to her and her friend (in pic) to find answers to a lot of questions. The boy works in the Boiler and finds his way to the generator while the girl who works as a Messenger and pin points the current Mayor as culprit. When they do find a way out of this City, any viewer wouldn't feel amused at the bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the revered film makers of Hollywood, please dont make any movies of this ilk. For the sake of mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-8078831938814734009?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8078831938814734009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-of-ember.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8078831938814734009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8078831938814734009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/city-of-ember.html' title='City of Ember'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/St7XdRIyhuI/AAAAAAAAANc/I64BWQwNszE/s72-c/2008_city_of_ember_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-5396333169747126141</id><published>2009-10-16T12:41:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:49:25.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Masala Mix</title><content type='html'>'Rab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jodi&lt;/span&gt;' came off as little surprise for me. After all, what is there to expect from a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yash&lt;/span&gt; Raj movie other than Punjab, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pyar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Potatoes. I would say that Indians from the northern part of the country deserves this kind of trash and more of it. The fact that this all time dumb movie could attain blockbuster status speaks volumes about the mindset of both film makers and film goers from the said region. More films of this ilk are already following suit and among them is '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dil&lt;/span&gt; bole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hadippa&lt;/span&gt;'. Though it fared miserably in the box office, most paid-critics, media bosses and 'fans' were seen showing the thumps up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of a film is 'Rab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;..'? Is it for the masses or the classes? My best guess is that it is for the asses; the ones with their brains and their backside in swapped positions. It is one of those movies where the stupidity of the audience is taken for granted. Let us forgive the audience since they have been groomed by the same film makers by making similar dumb movies for a period of one and a half decades. But, what were our celebrated reviewers like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rajeev&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Masand&lt;/span&gt; thinking while giving positive reviews for such junk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;According to those pseudo-intellectuals, two recent successful movies that can be labelled as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt; are '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghajini&lt;/span&gt;' and 'Wanted'. Agreed that these two are not the examples of cinematic excellence. But, let us check out the possibilities as to why these two are labelled B-grade while a piece of trash like Rab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; escapes unhurt. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghajini&lt;/span&gt; and Wanted featured superstar Khans, had several song and dance sequences, had romance and comedy. All of these being ingredients of any other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; movie. So what separates these two movies from other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; releases like the ones &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yash&lt;/span&gt; Raj or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dharma&lt;/span&gt; Production churns out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both these movies are remakes from the South and had South Indian directors at the helm. Moreover both featured a few fight sequences which the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; audience hadn't seen in a while. So, that could be the criteria followed by our celebrity reviewers in tagging a movie as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt;. Now, at least to an extent it is the inclusion or exclusion of action among various genres of romance, comedy and drama that defines &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt;. Rab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; has all the routine songs and dances, vague attempts at humour, loads of tears and just about everything B-grade about it. Yet, it doesn't fall into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt; category and one reason could be that it doesn't have any genuine fight sequences. It means that certain film makers are able to produce total junk under the pretext of emotional melodrama and are capable of eliciting positive reviews using their clout in the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; - Highlights&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A husband wears moustache by the day and takes it off by evening to present his alter ego before his dumb wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;One of the most illogical plots I have ever seen in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StxUXMKyOcI/AAAAAAAAANE/gjMDDgKUPVk/s1600-h/rab-ne-bana-di-jodi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394279211063196098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StxUXMKyOcI/AAAAAAAAANE/gjMDDgKUPVk/s320/rab-ne-bana-di-jodi1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StxUSOj9xUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6vVoxzN5YO0/s1600-h/new-rab-ne-bana-di-jodi02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 153px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394279125806335298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StxUSOj9xUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6vVoxzN5YO0/s320/new-rab-ne-bana-di-jodi02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disgusting sets. The lead pair's home, the hall where dance class is held, a garage where the pair holds practice sessions, a pal's hair dressing salon, all are sets that would make stage props of any 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade school play look classic in comparison.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StxWrc2h2II/AAAAAAAAANU/J-iHIiZPOXw/s1600-h/rab-ne-bana-de-jodi19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394281758162278530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StxWrc2h2II/AAAAAAAAANU/J-iHIiZPOXw/s320/rab-ne-bana-de-jodi19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StxWhT4UGaI/AAAAAAAAANM/ymfgFcH_4i4/s1600-h/rab-ne-bana-de-jodi7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394281583955155362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StxWhT4UGaI/AAAAAAAAANM/ymfgFcH_4i4/s320/rab-ne-bana-de-jodi7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The scene where a crying Shah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rukh&lt;/span&gt; Khan says "this is a story not written by us, instead by him", while pointing his finger towards a picture of Spiritual Leader of the Sikhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Right dude, when the story sucks the best thing to do is to put the blame on someone else. &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dialogues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anushka&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Har&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ladki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yehi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chahtha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;.....". Dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chopras&lt;/span&gt;, we have had enough of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;har&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ladki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuff. Now, please move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rukh&lt;/span&gt;. "Hey.....Raj is here.....have no fear....". For how long have we been hearing these words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, 'Wanted' is no classic, but it is a slick adrenaline pumping movie with a screenplay that moves at a much higher pace than any Chopra-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Johar&lt;/span&gt; melodrama. Yet, some of our beloved reviewers said it had a wafer thin plot. If so then why do they use a different yardstick while writing about movies like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kal&lt;/span&gt; Ho &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Naa&lt;/span&gt; Ho or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dostana&lt;/span&gt; (both from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Johar&lt;/span&gt; stable) with plots thinner than wafer? True, that in a Nation ridden with corruption, it is no big deal to buy out an entire section of the media. But, the sooner &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; comes out of the clutches of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yash&lt;/span&gt; Raj-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dharma&lt;/span&gt; production houses and gets rid of this unholy nexus, the better it will be for the films it produces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-5396333169747126141?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5396333169747126141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/rabe-ne-bana-di-masala.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5396333169747126141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5396333169747126141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/rabe-ne-bana-di-masala.html' title='Masala Mix'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StxUXMKyOcI/AAAAAAAAANE/gjMDDgKUPVk/s72-c/rab-ne-bana-di-jodi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-9020465580447244596</id><published>2009-10-15T19:10:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:47:42.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Turtles Can Fly</title><content type='html'>We have seen movies far worse than 'Turtles can fly' and we too can make absolutely pathetic B movies. But then, most of those we have seen never pretended to be classics. That makes this movie special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as amateur film makers let us shoot a mediocre movie which can be heralded later as a classic. Here are a few tips on how to make an internationally (read America and its allies) acclaimed movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Set it in the pre-war Kurdish area of Iraq. This will give ample scope for portraying the anger of dissidents against the then ruler Saddam Hussein. Also, we get to show television footages of Desert Storm -II and the demolition of Saddam's statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never mind if George Bush I and II combined has killed several multiples of people than Saddam ever did. That is not the point here. We have to show the plight of Kurds and that is it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Come up with lines (however subtle they may be) now and then which praises the goodwill of America and its people. After all, Americans are the only ones who can 'rescue' people from 'evil'. Plus we will have several scenes where people rejoice at the very mention of American Soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Characterisation, especially that of men should be done in such a way that there should be no presence of young or middle aged men. That leaves us with the kids and the older lot, which will in turn give us the scope to show kids taking charge of everything. Remember, the more we present any serious issue through the eyes of children, the better we have a chance at Film Festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, there is every possibility that one would end up wishing if there was some adult who could give a slap or two to the ridiculously noisy lead character, a teenager nicknamed 'Satellite' and show him his place. Enough for wishful thinking, as it never happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only consolation is that an armless boy head-butts this imp on his shoulder. Satellite then gets up with his nose bleeding, with the colour of blood being Yellow! Quite hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Now, using the ingredients 1,2 and 3, drag the plot as long as you can. This should ensure that you have an end product long enough for a feature film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Finally, make yourself (and more importantly others) believe that your film is simply great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StgeH5MmZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/IaSAQ3A37W8/s1600-h/turtles-can-fly-lakposhtha-ham-parvaz-mikonand-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 192px; display: block; height: 123px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393093674737755938" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StgeH5MmZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/IaSAQ3A37W8/s320/turtles-can-fly-lakposhtha-ham-parvaz-mikonand-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you are. Ready with your movie which is so akin to 'Turtles Can Fly'. By the way, when do they start inviting entries for Cannes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-9020465580447244596?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/9020465580447244596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/turtles-can-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/9020465580447244596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/9020465580447244596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/turtles-can-fly.html' title='Turtles Can Fly'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StgeH5MmZyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/IaSAQ3A37W8/s72-c/turtles-can-fly-lakposhtha-ham-parvaz-mikonand-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-7825505287468236438</id><published>2009-10-12T12:41:00.030+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:48:55.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two Way</title><content type='html'>Blame it on directors, choreographers ,stylists or whoever is behind this curious case of mix up in Indian cinema. These two are gems of their respective industries and there is no way one can hold them at the wrong end of justice. The duo in question are Aamir Khan and Surya. It all started when 'Ghajini', the 2005 hit in Tamil was remade into Hindi three years later. Aamir's makeover for the role was not too dfferent from what Surya had sported in the Tamil version. Incidentally, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMND_69kWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cxen7cwzKHc/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMND_69kWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cxen7cwzKHc/s320/g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391667541242122594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMM-CYB5XI/AAAAAAAAAMc/u_Dc3TAxep8/s1600-h/aamirkhanghajini1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMM-CYB5XI/AAAAAAAAAMc/u_Dc3TAxep8/s320/aamirkhanghajini1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391667438821696882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Tare Zameen Par' was dubbed into Tamil, Surya had lent his voice for the character played by Aamir. During the release of the Hindi version of Ghajini, both these extra-ordinary actors were in praise of each other and I just hope that their mutual respect is still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009 brought another success to Surya in the form of KV Anand's 'Ayan'. But the way the song 'Nenje nenje' from the movie was shot leaves a lot of room for questions. Why was it so similar to the visuals of 'Guzarish' from Aamir's Ghajini? Was it because both these songs were shot in the same locale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMFf7ZejNI/AAAAAAAAALk/YVhvKR7VV5c/s1600-h/nenje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 224px; float: left; height: 168px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391659224971250898" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMFf7ZejNI/AAAAAAAAALk/YVhvKR7VV5c/s320/nenje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMFbF8L7YI/AAAAAAAAALc/zbBmTF0TTv8/s1600-h/guzarish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 233px; float: left; height: 170px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391659141901839746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMFbF8L7YI/AAAAAAAAALc/zbBmTF0TTv8/s320/guzarish2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 'Aadhavan' featuring Surya is about to release in a short span and one of its promotional videos has an uncanny resemblance to the visuals of 'Behka', yet another song from the Hindi version of Ghajini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMHDgSWc5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/6lDRWBwRrag/s1600-h/behka3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 265px; float: left; height: 151px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391660935680521106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMHDgSWc5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/6lDRWBwRrag/s320/behka3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMG4ls0t2I/AAAAAAAAALs/xPhxpCEK0y8/s1600-h/Aadhavan-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 230px; float: left; height: 148px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391660748155172706" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMG4ls0t2I/AAAAAAAAALs/xPhxpCEK0y8/s320/Aadhavan-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it is not just the locale that plays spoilsport. Surya's funky hairdo, narrow fitting denims with suspenders, sleeve-less Tshirts and even those dance moves are straight out of Aamir's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMH7zsHXTI/AAAAAAAAAME/4snV7Nrvglk/s1600-h/ghajini2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 251px; float: left; height: 158px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391661902961532210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMH7zsHXTI/AAAAAAAAAME/4snV7Nrvglk/s320/ghajini2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMH2CT5keI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JFVOrktk7Ic/s1600-h/Aadhavan-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; float: left; height: 158px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391661803807281634" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMH2CT5keI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JFVOrktk7Ic/s320/Aadhavan-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no news that Surya is a cut above the rest in the industry he belongs to, much like Aamir, and if only the people behind the camera could be a bit more creative, this kind of unnecessary plagiarism could be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMMIxrSNFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dIHBV0IH1Sg/s1600-h/ghajini1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-7825505287468236438?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7825505287468236438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/blame-it-on-directors-choreographers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7825505287468236438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7825505287468236438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/blame-it-on-directors-choreographers.html' title='Two Way'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/StMND_69kWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cxen7cwzKHc/s72-c/g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-3337299575449658899</id><published>2009-10-08T23:09:00.028+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:37:00.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Pick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4xBFhYiQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/t2ElD7XRndA/s1600-h/23small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4xBFhYiQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/t2ElD7XRndA/s320/23small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390299698740889858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4vPrjuWXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ODrN1j5g6nU/s1600-h/khata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4vPrjuWXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ODrN1j5g6nU/s320/khata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390297750446168434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khatarnak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language : Telugu&lt;br /&gt;Starring : Ravi Teja, Ileana&lt;br /&gt;Highlights : Hero going to school wearing shorts,&lt;br /&gt;clearing 10th Class Board Exam  so that he can&lt;br /&gt;be placed by the villains as a mole in the Police Department.&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 4 Rotten Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4ovK4lbwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/v0NR5IVqwlY/s1600-h/mariyadhai-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4ovK4lbwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/v0NR5IVqwlY/s320/mariyadhai-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390290594849713922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4ooHrSaCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vvEcXWwlYSg/s1600-h/mariyadhai-mar26-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4ooHrSaCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vvEcXWwlYSg/s320/mariyadhai-mar26-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390290473729550370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mariyadhai&lt;/b&gt; - Vijayakanth once again as Father-Son duo.&lt;br /&gt;What is it about : Sacrifice and more sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Every character tries to win over each other by sacrificing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4ywWUlLcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VNpZXnD6WFk/s1600-h/bharathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4ywWUlLcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VNpZXnD6WFk/s320/bharathan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390301610216074690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title :&lt;b&gt;Bharathan Effect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language : Malayalam&lt;br /&gt;Starring : Biju Menon, Geethu Mohandas,                              Suresh  Gopi&lt;br /&gt;Verdict : The worst ever sci-fi flick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-3337299575449658899?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3337299575449658899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-reviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3337299575449658899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3337299575449658899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-reviews.html' title='Random Pick'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ss4xBFhYiQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/t2ElD7XRndA/s72-c/23small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-4590600559186008194</id><published>2009-10-07T12:18:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:46:18.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Robin Hood - Prince of Thieves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SsxqsyWkeFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kuq3dgMSz5I/s1600-h/robinhood3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SsxqsyWkeFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kuq3dgMSz5I/s320/robinhood3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389800171718867026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Language: Malayalam&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Action/Drama&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Prithviraj, Narein, Bhavana&lt;br /&gt;Director: Joshy (or Josheiey, as he spells at times)&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Three Rotten Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what one might make out from the title, the protagonist of this movie hasn't got much in common with his legendary namesake. While the latter looted the affluent and fed the oppressed, the former played by Prithviraj, steals money from ATM counters of a particular bank (fictional, of course) for a reason which is entirely personal. So if this guy is a petty thief without any social obligation then why is the title of the movie an unabashed copy of a semi-biopic Kevin Costner starer? Well, we are as clueless as those investigators shown in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add further insult to this excuse of a plot, the director has roped in four more bad actors in pivotal roles. Narein (I just hope I spelled his name correctly!) plays the role of a private detective hired by the Chairman of the Bank to investigate the series of robberies. An attempt to give several shades to his character has gone horribly wrong here. So we see him fooling around with the Chairman's Secretary, going about with the investigation as if he is holidaying in the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SsxrGWktW-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ofGsvWewjN0/s1600-h/robinhood7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SsxrGWktW-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ofGsvWewjN0/s320/robinhood7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389800610938575842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caribbean, cracking inane jokes as if they are earth shattering ones, handing a blow or two to an unruly customer of the bank etc. The weight of these several personalities is too much on him and as a result he ends up as a clown and quite a bad one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next in tow is of course, the bad actor of the decade (maybe our life time too!), Jayasurya. He is thrust upon with the role of a cop that requires robustness and he fails miserably as one would expect from him. Thankfully his role is minuscule and that itself is a consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names of the female leads, both fixated(one-way, two-way, three-way etc) on Prithviraj is enough to play spoilsport in any engaging conversation and both of them, Bhavana and Samrutha (as bad as ever) makes sure that we dont have a good time. They make things difficult either with their dialogues or songs and dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhavana's character, a staff of the Bank in question, is brought&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SsxuJZZonpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lK_oJ1zsJno/s1600-h/robinhood6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SsxuJZZonpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lK_oJ1zsJno/s320/robinhood6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389803961771925138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Mumbai to assist Narein and the two of them moves in as next door neighbors to Prithviraj. To our hero these two are simply auditors. Soon they start hanging out together and in a seemingly innocuous situation Narein reveals his true identity. Well, Prithviraj's hands tremble and he helps himself to a glass of water. A few reels  and a lot of yawns later the twist in the tale comes out as stale as a week old roti and we are told that Bhavana is actually Prithviraj's girlfriend cum mole-in-the-bank. Well, she might have forgotten to alert &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SsxtWsN4UYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ORG0fA2qqY8/s1600-h/robinhood_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SsxtWsN4UYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ORG0fA2qqY8/s320/robinhood_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389803090649567618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her boyfriend that the supposedly charming auditor is in fact a donkey in disguise. Such memory lapse is of course pardonable in a movie like this. In another remarkable sequence, Prithviraj sets out on his motorcycle from Kochi after midnight, stops at an ATM counter of the Bank, withdraws money using several cards, repeats the process on the way till he reaches Thiruvananthapuram. A cool round trip of 450 Kilometers with countless stops in between and he is back in Kochi by dawn! That mo-bike must be something and he must agility personified! Apart from such blatant errors, the repetitive and boring robberies, the leisurely paced investigations, the romantic tracks, the expected twists, the usual flashback, an illogical climax and an even more idiotic epilogue add to our woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a general note, it must be said that whenever an Indian movie attempts to show technological advancements, we know we are in for good humour. The same holds true here too. Watch out for the scene in which Electro-Magnetic waves from an ATM is captured by an antenna which is placed in a car strategically parked by the roadside. Ditto for some of the sequences involving the designing of fake ATM cards out of used Mobile Recharge Coupons.  The word 'scientific' is overused in the dialogues, if only some thought on those lines had gone into the heads of the writers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-4590600559186008194?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4590600559186008194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/robin-hood-prince-of-thieves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4590600559186008194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4590600559186008194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/robin-hood-prince-of-thieves.html' title='Robin Hood - Prince of Thieves'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SsxqsyWkeFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kuq3dgMSz5I/s72-c/robinhood3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-8587032386674938884</id><published>2009-10-05T12:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:40:55.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Three - Love, Lies and Betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ssm1YM3A2cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3aptfU_Dczc/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389037856498964930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ssm1YM3A2cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3aptfU_Dczc/s320/three.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These days there is nothing new if you hear about an Indian movie shot entirely in Scotland. After all, Bollywood is an Indian movie industry which has nurtured film makers like the Chopras and the Johars who have a penchant for setting their average desi stories in foreign shores. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, 'Three - Love, Lies and Betrayal is a good example of how bad it can get while attempting to create a Hollywood-like movie in Hindi. The story, visuals, locales, wardrobe and background score are reminiscent of several Hollywood movies. Therefore the entire movie which is inturn the sum of all these parts, ends up as a cheap imitation. The three leading actors make this one an even more painful watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-8587032386674938884?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8587032386674938884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-love-lies-and-betrayal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8587032386674938884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8587032386674938884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-love-lies-and-betrayal.html' title='Three - Love, Lies and Betrayal'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Ssm1YM3A2cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3aptfU_Dczc/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-562301028622218984</id><published>2009-10-03T15:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:16:50.614+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Star Kids and the Fall of Indian Cinema</title><content type='html'>One reason why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; can think past love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; countries, romance and drugs is that the amount of emotions that these characters need to portray are very limited, which is turn is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; for the so called STAR kids.&lt;br /&gt; Come on guys, everyone says that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bachan&lt;/span&gt; is a talented actor. Well before writing something bad about him let me tell some facts?(truth) about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt;, less I incur the wrath of his fans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AMITABH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BACHAN&lt;/span&gt; is India's biggest star and an entry for his son into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bwood&lt;/span&gt; was a foregone conclusion. I am not mentioning his start-up movies less you get the tendency to puke.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a show in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NDTV&lt;/span&gt; lately and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt; was telling the audience."See Star kids are not special. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Its&lt;/span&gt; true that you get your first break in movies based on your Star status, but we are alone after that." May be true in some cases, but our dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Abhishek&lt;/span&gt; had 17 flops before he got his first hit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;, he is a much better actor now, but given that many opportunities even I can ACT :)&lt;br /&gt;Now the host of the show was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Farhan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Akhtar&lt;/span&gt; and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;promptly&lt;/span&gt; replied "Ya true, the only difference between the HARD Working Star KID and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;aam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aadmi&lt;/span&gt; is that the Star KIDS will come in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; BMW's even for auditions.&lt;br /&gt;Well Malayalam movie industry is safe from this trend. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Prithviraj&lt;/span&gt; came along. Now I do like him. He is a good actor and have done some good roles. But his launch movies are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-watchable. I can sit through "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Manjil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Virinja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pookul&lt;/span&gt;" even now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the difference between people who come up in life by proving t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;heir&lt;/span&gt; capabilities and those for whom the whole life is a set of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Like J&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;agathy&lt;/span&gt; rightly said " To enact a humour scene 100 % convincingly an actor must have encountered a similar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; in his life or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; something related to that incident. To portray the struggle in a common mans life comically, you need to identify yourself with those characters. All the actors prevailing in this generation have come up that way. The newer generation, that too STAR kids(who are so used to all the worldly pleasures) will find it pretty difficult to identify and relate with good CHARACTER roles. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why the newer generation is always prone to act in movies related to love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; countries, romance and drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting a saviour. Let actors like Kay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Menon&lt;/span&gt; come to the forefront in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt;, rather than the craps like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;shahid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ranbir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;kibir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;kunbur&lt;/span&gt; etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-562301028622218984?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/562301028622218984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/star-kids-and-fall-of-indian-cinema.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/562301028622218984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/562301028622218984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/star-kids-and-fall-of-indian-cinema.html' title='Star Kids and the Fall of Indian Cinema'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16003714595127274164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/TGwHB5CGMXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RtyLBnOB9vM/S220/pappy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-4947817382388226163</id><published>2009-10-02T15:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:35:06.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Aaj Kal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/SsXYWu2PqtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JNtiEDfvvZU/s1600-h/love-aaj-kal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387950414262938322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/SsXYWu2PqtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JNtiEDfvvZU/s320/love-aaj-kal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You feel abashed after watching some movies. This one definitely belongs to that genre. When will Hindi cinema improve. As a keralite I feel proud of the talented directors and artists(keralites) who play their part in making intelligent and heart-touching movies(Ok- at least some meaningful movies). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The plot for a Bollywood movie is always on the same line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A rich hero or a rich heroine. Nowadays both are rich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both are working abroad(or studying)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hero and heroine are very close friends. The hero is obviously well-liked and a charmer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hero falls in love with a dumb chick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The heroines marriage gets fixed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hero realizes his folly and attempts to win her back. Interesting factor is nobody cares about the girl who is dumped by the hero.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melodrama comes to an end after some heart wrenching(STALE) dialogues by the hero&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love Aaj Kal is pretty much along the same lines. Saif Ali khan and Padukone are lovers and they decide to split after padukone finds that her interest lies in renovating art sculptures in India. Saif dreams of a job in the US(I find that pretty amusing in these time of the "recession"). He finds a new love -  a russian girl who obviously finds India quite charming and interesting and wants her lover to take her there. Saif decides to take her there and during that trip he meets up with padukone(who has got engaged to her boss). During these liaisons they discover that the chemistry between them is still intact. The film is all about how these lovers unite. You would have guessed the remaing of the story by now. The climax of the movies is pathetic. The director tried to copy the climax scene of Dil Chatha Hai, but the end result was "a bad ending". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A very interesting Scene in the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Padukone fights with Saif and gets married to her boss. She gets up from bed next day morning and ponders seriously over something for sometime. Then she walks up to her husband and tells him. "Maine Galthi kia"..I made a mistake. I have to go and meet up with Saif. Well what should we(the poor audience) and her husband INFER from that statement. Does it mean that HE was not good in bed... ha ha ha... Make your own inference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people may like these movies. I went to watch this along with my 2 friends and they liked it. So people with a romantic inclination may like this movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Others please STAY AWAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For hindi cinema to improve directors have to be aberrant and willing to take risks. God save Bollywood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-4947817382388226163?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4947817382388226163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-aaj-kal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4947817382388226163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4947817382388226163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-aaj-kal.html' title='Love Aaj Kal'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16003714595127274164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/TGwHB5CGMXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RtyLBnOB9vM/S220/pappy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/SsXYWu2PqtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JNtiEDfvvZU/s72-c/love-aaj-kal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-2276731663762935654</id><published>2009-07-31T14:54:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:13:18.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rock n Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SngUhewmaoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GtkO-IUy3ek/s1600-h/rock+n+roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SngUhewmaoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GtkO-IUy3ek/s320/rock+n+roll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366061521437092482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a keen follower of bad movies in the past few years, I have come across several sub genres of bad movies in different languages. But I must admit that it is difficult to classify Rock n Roll according to any of those existing genres in Malayalam cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's true that the overall presentation of the movie has a bit of novelty, the end result is nonetheless bad. Mohanlal plays the role of a renowned drummer who sheds his Casanova persona to woo a young struggling songstress played by Lakshmi Rai. Director Ranjith stretches this titbit of a plot to a couple of hours of ennui and plain irritation. Even with an impressive cast, this take on the lives of musicians is stale and ridden with bromides. Overall a whole new treatment in bad movies. Rent its DVD and watch it when you are relaxed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-2276731663762935654?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2276731663762935654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-n-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/2276731663762935654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/2276731663762935654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-n-roll.html' title='Rock n Roll'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SngUhewmaoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GtkO-IUy3ek/s72-c/rock+n+roll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-5220091490575351810</id><published>2009-07-29T14:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:13:33.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rappakal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SngBRD3a-6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/56bZZNt6xPw/s1600-h/rappakal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SngBRD3a-6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/56bZZNt6xPw/s320/rappakal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366040348619111330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of those unpretentious comedies, to be savoured in the company of a few like minded friends. I believe that its makers intention was to cash in on the hysterical loyalty shown towards tearjerkers by a huge population of women in Kerala. But, it can give you a different kind of entertainment provided that you dont watch it alone or along with your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when this movie was released in theatres and the instant hatred I felt towards it. It wasn't just that I hated all family dramas. All of Rappakal's promos featured a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dhoti&lt;/span&gt; clad Mammootty doing household chores. I almost instantly dubbed it a 'Kitchen Movie' and continued to use that expression among my friends whenever our topic under discussion touched upon similar movies. Less did I know that I could enjoy this in a cynical way even when keeping all those factors which fuelled my ire intact. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SngB2xtaw3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/PYXaegjKyhQ/s1600-h/rappakal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SngB2xtaw3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/PYXaegjKyhQ/s320/rappakal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366040996580344690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One amazing fact about Rappakal is that it is shot almost entirely entirely within the premises of an age old villa, colloquially known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tharavadu&lt;/span&gt;. This alone should convey a great deal about the budget of the movie. Watch it in the company of your friends and laugh out loud at the over-the-top emotional scenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-5220091490575351810?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5220091490575351810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/rappakal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5220091490575351810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5220091490575351810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/rappakal.html' title='Rappakal'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SngBRD3a-6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/56bZZNt6xPw/s72-c/rappakal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-6132224749264064493</id><published>2009-07-08T13:37:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:13:46.892+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2012 Doomsday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRaKrqsYUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/giFjS6-i-o0/s1600-h/2012Doomsday2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRaKrqsYUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/giFjS6-i-o0/s320/2012Doomsday2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356004996417347906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may have seen several movies pertaining to the end of World, but this is one true B-movie stuff that the fans of its genre wouldn't want to miss. The contrived plot, low cost production, bad acting and clichéd dialogues make it a worthy watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memorable Quote&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah : "Listen to me Alex...something is happening here....I can't explain it...I can't rationalize it...but I just feel it!I got to trust that! I need to get her to the pyramid....If you don't want to help I understand...I do...I won't think less of you...but I got to do this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-6132224749264064493?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6132224749264064493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/doomsday-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/6132224749264064493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/6132224749264064493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/doomsday-2012.html' title='2012 Doomsday'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRaKrqsYUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/giFjS6-i-o0/s72-c/2012Doomsday2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-3881221678442679833</id><published>2009-07-07T12:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:54:50.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Raavanan</title><content type='html'>This could have been initially planned as a take on Vikram's 'Anniyan' and might have gone horribly wrong during the run. Thankfully there's no Multiple Personal Disorder involved in here. It's just that Varghese(Mani), an honest IPS officer goes around at times under the pseudonym Raavanan in  ill-fitting wigs to bash up baddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our hero gets to investigate a case involving  Nishanth Sagar, Madhu Warrier and Sudheesh, three fugitive college students! What happens next is anybody's guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRTPIUAC-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ky4mq6fPE9k/s1600-h/Ravanan_lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRTPIUAC-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ky4mq6fPE9k/s320/Ravanan_lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355997376244878306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRTEHJeBQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xJQLvJ2QLyE/s1600-h/ravanan-2113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRTEHJeBQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/xJQLvJ2QLyE/s320/ravanan-2113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355997186953708802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRS3MuscZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YT2HdYgl5LY/s1600-h/4123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRS3MuscZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YT2HdYgl5LY/s320/4123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355996965113721234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight : The song performed by 'Trimurtis'- the triumvirate under question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told that an International Music Company wanted to make an album featuring them! Listen to it. Even you wouldn't mind launching a music label for their sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-3881221678442679833?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3881221678442679833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/raavanan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3881221678442679833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3881221678442679833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/raavanan.html' title='Raavanan'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRTPIUAC-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ky4mq6fPE9k/s72-c/Ravanan_lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-4427197735340800291</id><published>2009-07-06T18:30:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:14:20.991+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kanichukulangarayil CBI</title><content type='html'>Based on the murder of a private banker by his one time bosses, 'Kanichukulangarayil CBI' tries to tread a path less travelled in Malayalam Cinema and falters in the process. While Hollywood has been successful to a greater extend in adapting real life crime sagas into celluloid, our regional movie Industries are far too behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRH1q1xr4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Xf7JaXtzu8/s1600-h/5c84a4b02d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRH1q1xr4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Xf7JaXtzu8/s320/5c84a4b02d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355984844208844674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For one, actual names of people involved in the incident are substituted by homonyms in this movie. However, it's no coincidence that the production banner's name is the same as that of the real defendants' firm. Well, to say the least about the movie, the production values are way below average, the direction amateurish and the script even more pathetic. The performance of actors, both seasoned and rookies seem equally shoddy. Now, I'm not sure if this movie made it to the theatres. If it did, it's makers should definitely hold a bash in grandiose style. Because, this is not even straight-to-DVD stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it when you are in a really good mood. If not, its after-effects might get out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Mention: The shameless use of the popular CBI movies' theme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-4427197735340800291?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4427197735340800291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/kanichukulangarayil-cbi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4427197735340800291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4427197735340800291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/kanichukulangarayil-cbi.html' title='Kanichukulangarayil CBI'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlRH1q1xr4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/9Xf7JaXtzu8/s72-c/5c84a4b02d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-8957503595759440269</id><published>2009-07-01T12:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:14:37.711+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlR3BCoLaQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/s9iuqtMQxl4/s1600-h/2006-11-21T015341Z_01_NOOTR_RTRJONP_2_India-277110-1-pic0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlR3BCoLaQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/s9iuqtMQxl4/s320/2006-11-21T015341Z_01_NOOTR_RTRJONP_2_India-277110-1-pic0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356036716619327746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denzel Washington, Val Kilmer, Tony Scott, Jerry Bruckheimer - names which are unlikely to be featured in this column, you may think. But then, Deja Vu is one tedious exercise which stings your eyes and chokes your breath making you wish you were reading a badly written thesis on rocket science instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are told that there is a program which renders images from different sources to reconstruct events from four and a half days ago. So, instead of investigating an explosion that happened on a ferry, and a naval one at that, our protagonists stay glued to a screen going over whatever has happened in the days that led up to the big bang. Since those electronic eyes can see through walls, we get to see the most intimate of moments from a citizen's life without so much as a minor fuss on violation of privacy. Well, just as I thought that I was peeping at recent history of a woman along with our central cast of characters, she blinks her eyes when Washington flashes a torch at the screen. An avalanche of technical bullshit breaks out from the mouth of a geek following this and soon we get to see Denzel Washington getting ready to go back to the past and to change the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't particularly have a problem with time travel. Despite many glitches I have enjoyed movies like 'Time Cop' at its time. But let me admit that this one is a painful watch. Please shed your 'fan' tag of the above-mentioned personalities while attempting to watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-8957503595759440269?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8957503595759440269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/deja-vu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8957503595759440269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8957503595759440269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/07/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SlR3BCoLaQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/s9iuqtMQxl4/s72-c/2006-11-21T015341Z_01_NOOTR_RTRJONP_2_India-277110-1-pic0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-7316598848330848596</id><published>2009-06-11T14:12:00.022+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:14:59.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rajadhiraja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sjjrz0MUbtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HdX8lLPZLcw/s1600-h/15ml1c5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sjjrz0MUbtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HdX8lLPZLcw/s320/15ml1c5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348283832918634194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The latest offering from dancer/actor/director Raghava Lawrence titled 'Rajadhiraja - Low Class King' (pronounced as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kink&lt;/span&gt; by him for reasons yet to be known) stretches the bad movie phenomenon to unimaginable limits. Watching this badly scripted, badly made, badly acted flick is like getting struck by lightning - you are unsure about the proceedings until it's over, you may survive the hit but it wouldn't leave you unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajadhiraja urges you to keep track of your heartbeats, in between several bizarre sequences, to make sure that you are still alive and had not died and gone to hell. I'm still reeling from the effects it caused me while I was at it. I may not watch any movie at all for a few days to make sure that such a catastrophe doesn't strike me again in such a short span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sjjs26mwsqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4nq1Tai8Yrs/s1600-h/rajathiraja181008_45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sjjs26mwsqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4nq1Tai8Yrs/s320/rajathiraja181008_45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348284985691386530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie kicks off with quite a few kicks delivered by the hero to unknown enemies and when it is over a narrator's voice comes up and asks us to see how everything came down to this. So we get to see Raja's (Lawrence) childhood, his dad, three elder brothers and a sister-like younger girl. In complete contrast to umpteen movies, here the dying father asks the youngest child to educate his elder siblings and turn them into a police officer, an advocate and a doctor - personifications of the three prime establishments which caused his untimely death. So we have the first song where the grown-up Raja welcomes his brothers who are dutifully dressed in a cop's uniform, a lawyer's black garb and a doc's white overalls. Needless to say that these very same brothers have an ideology contrasting that of a social conscious Raja and soon evoke their benefactor's wrath. Their allegiance to a criminal-politician called Shailaja(Mumtaz - minus a lot of kilos) make matters worse. She loves to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjjtE36T7DI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tQpihzi16sE/s1600-h/Rajadhi+Raja+Mumtaj+Hot+Pics-+_3_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjjtE36T7DI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tQpihzi16sE/s320/Rajadhi+Raja+Mumtaj+Hot+Pics-+_3_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348285225486249010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; be draped in saris only to strip them off after a bout of fiery dialogues. Thankfully, Mumtaz's rigorous workout sessions and fat burners have paid off well and we just hope that her newly acquired trim waistline is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three heroines plus villain Mumtaz and no prizes for guessing why this movie was actually shot, in the first place. I couldn't have been more erroneous when I thought that the village belle who is in desperate need of oil massages from Raja was the sole female lead. Five minutes into the second half and another lissome lass barges into our hero showing footage of his massage sessions and street fights and laments on how she suspected him to be a bad guy until his friend convinced her that he was as pure as gold. Surprise! this girl is the younger sibling of Shailaja. And what happens when the two prepares for a clandestine meet? He gets to roll on a mall's floor to and fro with the fourth leading lady (Kamna Jatmalani) while his current sweetheart is staring down at them with obvious horror. Of course, these proceedings ensure that we get bombarded with yet another song sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Raja devises and implements several plans to inculcate morality into his brothers and succeeds in most&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjjtZXXD21I/AAAAAAAAAEs/A04yGVP6I04/s1600-h/Rajadhiraja44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjjtZXXD21I/AAAAAAAAAEs/A04yGVP6I04/s320/Rajadhiraja44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348285577525713746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of them. A few glitches here and there on his part take the matters to a really bad climax. When the end credits roll alongside a miniature frame reserved for epilogue we see two heroines with the exception of Kamna alongside Lawrence. The narrator comes alive again and says something. Guess Lawrence will have to be contented with just two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjjzByEDD8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/qQCdSCM7Bz0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjjzByEDD8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/qQCdSCM7Bz0/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348291769446633410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My advice to anyone attempting to see this one on big screen is to have an ambulance at your disposal. Have a go at it and put your endurance to test. It's a rare experience to come out of the auditorium alive and feeling dead at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable Quote : "Tamille sonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rajadhiraja&lt;/span&gt;, Englishle sonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kink of Kink&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-7316598848330848596?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7316598848330848596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/06/rajadhiraja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7316598848330848596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7316598848330848596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/06/rajadhiraja.html' title='Rajadhiraja'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sjjrz0MUbtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HdX8lLPZLcw/s72-c/15ml1c5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-2916843934528588281</id><published>2009-06-01T18:55:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:15:24.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Male Factor</title><content type='html'>Any filmdom in the world is bound to have trends. A trend comes into being, primarily, because film makers would want to repeat certain features of a previous film or films that were successful. But, in Bollywood it may not just be a case of repeating successful elements. Trend can be the result of a certain propaganda too. Bollywood, one of the biggest movie industries in the world used to entertain a very large section of the Indian society for decades. Sadly, post Millennium, it caters only to a certain strata of the society and has largely ignored the rest. Even when Non resident Indians have carved a niche in Bollywood's spectrum of viewership, a major chunk residing in India is out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sjt1tmUT18I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2bn-ZwYiKxw/s1600-h/sholay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 189px; float: right; height: 118px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348998408672892866" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sjt1tmUT18I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2bn-ZwYiKxw/s320/sholay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, Bollywood was synonymous with masala movies and action was one of the prime ingredients. Until it met with its demise somewhere in the 90s, that is. Since then most Bollywood movies have been either tearjerkers or brainless comedies. This dearth of action on screen has to be analysed alongside several other factors - some natural and some enforced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Transformation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the success of a few movies better known in their abbreviated forms, a section of the media went to town proclaiming that movies with action and violence at its core will not work any more. Soon, Chopra and Johar, were the names to be heard everywhere. They and their followers were the ones who churned out movies set in exotic locales and giant mansions. The sequences in their movies were stuffed with a blatant overdose of emotion. Simultaneously, the very biased media went on to paint a new picture of the male of the species. According to them, this new age man was no more macho. He was quite the opposite of a conventional man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjpBqqG81II/AAAAAAAAAGM/AxxMphZbnqk/s1600-h/kuch-kuch-hota-hai-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 148px; float: left; height: 118px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348659708569638018" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjpBqqG81II/AAAAAAAAAGM/AxxMphZbnqk/s320/kuch-kuch-hota-hai-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shah Rukh Khan, who made a name for himself by playing violent roles in several earlier films gradually transformed to become the torch bearer for these film makers and the media. This 'Superstar', the media claimed, did not kill anyone any more, did not shrug when he cried and was sensitive to female characters! The new star became buddies with the Chopras and the Johars thereby narrowing his chances to work outside their banners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These film makers started etching out effeminate characters for lead actors and sequences peppered with gay humour, ostensibly, for the new generation of film goers. They projected their movies as cool and urbane through the same section of the media for whom Page1 was no different from Page3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Multiplexes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the Indian society was not satisfied with the sectarianism on region, language, culture, religion, caste and wealth, all of a sudden, it was split into further two with the advent of multiplexes. Now there were two set of viewers - the ones who bought a ticket and popcorn for 700 Indian rupees and revelled in the ambiance of plush malls and the ones who were condemned to satiate their quench for movies in age old 'single screens'. The phrase 'front-benchers' met with its extinction. After all, what difference did it make if you sit in the balcony or the front bench as long as you were a lesser mortal, a wretched piece of shit, watching a movie in a single screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjpB39rqlmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xNAMqnPKRkU/s1600-h/2047_PVR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 237px; float: left; height: 194px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348659937162204770" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjpB39rqlmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xNAMqnPKRkU/s320/2047_PVR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Multiplex was the in-thing, the happening place, where youngsters could hang-out, where new age film makers showcased their talent before the urban - read rich - audience. Soon a new genre named Multiplex Movies that cater to its audience was born. Action and violence was out, thanks to the media and our very own close-knitted bunch of film makers. Over the years, this syndicate found moderate success in cultivating the mindset of movie goers according to theirs. As a result, women and gays, preferring snobbish female characters and gay gags on screen formed the target audience for Bollywood movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Arrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a year after the great Bachhan left his prolific super stardom spanning a decade and a half when everyone sat up and took notice of a man no lesser macho than Bachhan himself. The man who could portray a distressed lover and an angry young man with the same aplomb, he was Sanjay Dutt, the one who could solely take the industry forward. But things took a different turn when he was arrested for possession of an AK56 rifle smuggled into India in connection with the Bombay bomb blasts. The crown was lost.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjpCIZbGJcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/y4vLHGzxfEM/s1600-h/258306_jung5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 215px; float: right; height: 116px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348660219486807490" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjpCIZbGJcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/y4vLHGzxfEM/s320/258306_jung5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, among numerous trials, terms and paroles, he lit up the screen with several tough gangster roles. But he could never be the one he was destined, as everyone believed, to be. Had the likes of Sanjay Gupta, Mahesh Manjarekar and Ram Gopal Varma made more films with Dutt, Bollywood would have had no dearth of macho roles and masculine movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Ghajini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that Ghajini featured Aamir Khan, the individualist, that ensured such a phenomenal opening for the movie. But no one can deny that its slick action and sheer thrill were the elements that catapulted Ghajini to the top-grosser slot. It succeeded in giving Bollywood and its pseudo-stalwarts a much needed shot in the arm and elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjpCbu5RSuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_YInKtxiK2U/s1600-h/wanted-dead-and-alive-movie-preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 147px; float: left; height: 194px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348660551668026082" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjpCbu5RSuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_YInKtxiK2U/s320/wanted-dead-and-alive-movie-preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, it remains to be seen if this could translate into Bollywood's acceptance of a wider audience under its wings, incorporating more people, especially men, irrespective of socio-economic segregations. Glancing at the slew of films listed for release in the near future one fails to see any effects that Ghajini might have caused. With the exception of maybe 'Wanted', all others adhere to the mushy romantic-snobbish heroine-metrosexual hero multiplex movie concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Hollywood has gotten over silly romance and gay comic capers and has moved to big budget action films, a faction of Bollywood is trying hard to infuse the junk thrown out of the US into the Indian mainstream cinema. If only Wanted could pick up from where Ghajini left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-2916843934528588281?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2916843934528588281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/06/male-factor_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/2916843934528588281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/2916843934528588281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/06/male-factor_01.html' title='The Male Factor'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sjt1tmUT18I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2bn-ZwYiKxw/s72-c/sholay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-1324075378883709373</id><published>2009-05-28T11:46:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:16:33.887+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hell Comes to Frogtown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sh_DxW51lOI/AAAAAAAAADE/NzHbgfqy0s4/s1600-h/large_hellfrog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sh_DxW51lOI/AAAAAAAAADE/NzHbgfqy0s4/s320/large_hellfrog6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341202935813870818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys, take a moment out of your precious time, step aside and take a bow in an animated fashion before this classic of a bad movie. This is one 'hell' of a 'Bad'scar material featuring everything and anything that a bad movie should possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to see mutants with frog heads (similar in shape but larger in size) armed with heavy ammo, the only virile man alive called 'Hell' who has this 'task' to impregnate women, screwed up gimmicks, bad acting, bad craft and Sandahl Bergman. When we get so much of shit, do we need to ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergman portrays a tight-arsed doc/scientist who engages in some crude eroticism along the way and eventually falls for Hell, our mega-potent hero. A veteran of several B movies, Bergman makes sure that her performance is in sync with all other bad factors with which this movie is ornamented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjovqRlWJrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/K_ikVdxMWOU/s1600-h/hellcomes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjovqRlWJrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/K_ikVdxMWOU/s320/hellcomes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348639910776940210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The way the mutants are made up is both nauseating and rib-tickling at the same moment. A special mention goes to the lock (in pic) with which Hell's private parts were secured. The lock is connected to Bergman's ear rings in such a way that severe pain is inflicted to our hero's crotch lest he should make any attempts to flee. Wonder how he used to answer the calls of nature while traveling to Frogtown. All in all, never ever give this movie a miss. This is the worst that you can ever ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-1324075378883709373?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1324075378883709373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/hell-comes-to-frogtown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1324075378883709373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1324075378883709373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/hell-comes-to-frogtown.html' title='Hell Comes to Frogtown'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sh_DxW51lOI/AAAAAAAAADE/NzHbgfqy0s4/s72-c/large_hellfrog6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-1479461466447542261</id><published>2009-05-27T08:58:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:01:32.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vallavan - wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/Shy34fLMCDI/AAAAAAAAANg/U7YXf8mxnTQ/s1600-h/vallavan160906_133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340345439223547954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/Shy34fLMCDI/AAAAAAAAANg/U7YXf8mxnTQ/s320/vallavan160906_133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Tamil films are creative, technologically advanced with good scripts,talented directors and actors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement usually arises when a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mallu&lt;/span&gt; has an argument with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tamilian&lt;/span&gt; regarding the quality of movies from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;malayam&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt;. Well, in such a scenario if you want to close the argument and leave on a winning note, ask that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tamilian&lt;/span&gt; to watch "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vallavan&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Silambarasan&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;assol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a student who falls in love with his teacher 3 years older than him. He dons a disguise as a professor wearing a false teeth(quite cute) and finally wins over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nayan&lt;/span&gt; "Tara"(The so called teacher). Later she comes to know that he is a student and breaks off the relationship. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; when we come to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;assol's&lt;/span&gt; old relationship with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Reema&lt;/span&gt; Sen" in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seeing C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;himbu&lt;/span&gt; and R&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;eema&lt;/span&gt; Sen masquerading as school students is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CUTEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chimbu&lt;/span&gt; has also managed to enlighten the audience by allowing his dad, Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rajendar&lt;/span&gt; some scenes during a song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The theme of the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love(Tamils never improve)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Directed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Chimbu&lt;/span&gt; with assistance from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Rajendar(Seeing the movie you would be forced to belive that most of the inputs had come from rajendar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Message from the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - U should do anything that your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; asks from u, even if it includes licking her shoes in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating - Must Watch(&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;U will get to know what not to do in love :)&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-1479461466447542261?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1479461466447542261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/vallavan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1479461466447542261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1479461466447542261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/vallavan.html' title='Vallavan - wow'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16003714595127274164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/TGwHB5CGMXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RtyLBnOB9vM/S220/pappy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/Shy34fLMCDI/AAAAAAAAANg/U7YXf8mxnTQ/s72-c/vallavan160906_133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-3443520757491231429</id><published>2009-05-17T12:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:16:50.461+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DOA - Dead Or Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/ShK8c_wv8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lJWl0bnEdLE/s1600-h/07-07-doa-dead-or-alive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/ShK8c_wv8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lJWl0bnEdLE/s320/07-07-doa-dead-or-alive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337535714725720466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one movie based on martial arts that lovers of the genre would love to give a miss. A girl searching for her lost brother ends up in a screwed up mansion where people are pitted against one another in a battle for life. So, we get to see a daughter fighting against her dad and teaching him a trick or two in the process. The mansion is, of course, owned by a megalomaniac and soon some of the contestants join hands to oust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it when you are in the mood to see half-naked women fighting against men or against each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-3443520757491231429?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3443520757491231429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/doa-dead-or-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3443520757491231429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3443520757491231429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/doa-dead-or-alive.html' title='DOA - Dead Or Alive'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/ShK8c_wv8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lJWl0bnEdLE/s72-c/07-07-doa-dead-or-alive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-1550827725656340384</id><published>2009-05-15T12:37:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:17:09.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/ShJWRTjGuyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/s_cwNABp3jA/s1600-h/crank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/ShJWRTjGuyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/s_cwNABp3jA/s400/crank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337423363692739362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were an ambitious small time gangster and by chance you had a rival assassin at your mercy, how would you kill him? By injecting some kind of poison into the victim's body? Maybe. But what if the poison is something that would keep your victim alive if the person keeps his adrenaline pumped up? Sounds illogical? Yes. That's why we have a movie like  'Crank' which features Jason Statham running and jumping around LA, all to keep himself alive and to finish off his rivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If causing damage to shopping malls or creating havoc in hospitals can't satiate his need for epinephrine, Statham cajoles his Miss-two-goody-shoes girlfriend to have sex with him in broad day light with half of Chinatown watching them intently. The final sequence where he talks on the phone while free falling from a plane is worth a mention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-1550827725656340384?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1550827725656340384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/crank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1550827725656340384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1550827725656340384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/crank.html' title='Crank'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/ShJWRTjGuyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/s_cwNABp3jA/s72-c/crank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-7605223509603403698</id><published>2009-05-04T09:12:00.019+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:17:25.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lokanadhan IAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/ShJUdCX--TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3-fuf7PzTd0/s1600-h/lokanadhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/ShJUdCX--TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3-fuf7PzTd0/s400/lokanadhan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337421366217865522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starring: Kalabhavan Mani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love bad movies. Otherwise, we would be doing better things than pushing and prodding the cursor through some mambo-jumbo most people would find difficult to connect with. We love bad movies because they audaciously question our level of intelligence, test our patience and subject us to varying degrees of boredom, despair, alacrity and even entertainment. And then there is Lokanadhan IAS, a movie so bad that it ensures that any viewer is tortured to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lokanadhan(Mani), the son of a slain political activist, is an Indian Administrative Service aspirant who resides in a slum. He drives an auto-rickshaw to make ends meet and pops up at the right moment to save his fellow drivers from onslaught. Things take  a far more worse turn when he gets selected for IAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to see a brown colored envelope in Mani's hands and the next thing we know is that he is posted as the Collector for his home district. How misinformed we were when we thought that the chance for a trained IAS candidate to get posted in one's home state, let alone the home town, was minuscule. Mind you, then, that we thought the training itself lasted for a couple of years and it took several years of service before for one could get posted as District Collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, scenes filled with crass dialogues and crude action fly past your eyes, ears and brain at break-neck speed. Lokanadhan's actions as the District Collector leaves you numb for its outright stupidity and lack of logic. It gets worse when he quits his job and moves onto politics and finds himself a spot in the newly elected ministry. The plot is stretched till an overly done finale where the villain is finished off mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Word: 'The Unimaginable' would have been a suitable title if this socio-bureaucratic-political drama were to be christened in English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-7605223509603403698?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7605223509603403698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/lokanadhan-ias.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7605223509603403698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7605223509603403698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/05/lokanadhan-ias.html' title='Lokanadhan IAS'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/ShJUdCX--TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3-fuf7PzTd0/s72-c/lokanadhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-8488915096783667524</id><published>2009-04-30T11:29:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:17:40.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Black Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sf5hq-2AoiI/AAAAAAAAABk/w5twpF5PGEI/s1600-h/blackcat_255_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sf5hq-2AoiI/AAAAAAAAABk/w5twpF5PGEI/s320/blackcat_255_210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806399905178146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the worst things that could ever happen to you. Firstly, this is not even a bad movie, it's downright horrible. From the start till the end credits it's one hell of a viewing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suresh 'Thokku' Gopi portrays two different personalities of the same character separated by time and space. And no surprises, one of them is a dynamic cop. This prompts us to raise the fundamental question. Will we ever get to see a 'Thokku' movie where he doesn't don a cop's uniform along with the omnipresent gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thokku' tries hard to invoke laughter by engaging the other personality, a dark-skinned, long-haired retard, with an accented speech but succeeds only in irritating the viewer further. Incidentally, this dark complexion is one of the two results of a blow he suffered at the hands of  the villains. The other one being a loss of memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meena plays a doc who has post graduation from an American university but prefers black magic along with her ayurvedic-medico mentor. Well, while treating the reatarded 'Thokku' they unwittingly unleash a Pandora's Box and forces us through this excruitiatingly painful watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Watch out for the court-room sequences. You may not get to see more ridiculous judicial stuff anywhere. I got up from my seat and banged my head (literally) on the wall while watching one of those scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Five Rotten Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: Definitely on top of the list of all time bad movies in Malayalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-8488915096783667524?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8488915096783667524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-cat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8488915096783667524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8488915096783667524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-cat.html' title='Black Cat'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Sf5hq-2AoiI/AAAAAAAAABk/w5twpF5PGEI/s72-c/blackcat_255_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-343768816438447764</id><published>2009-04-25T12:49:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:17:53.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bada Dosth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SfLK7I2jYUI/AAAAAAAAABE/pI0BLwL24Hw/s1600-h/bada+dost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SfLK7I2jYUI/AAAAAAAAABE/pI0BLwL24Hw/s320/bada+dost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328544426470105410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Starring : Suresh 'Thokku' Gopi, Siddique, Manoj K Jayan, Jyothirmayi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendly neighbourhood don worshipped by the needy and the downtrodden in a society. This good samaritan has political, judicial clout and is known by the name 'Bada Dosth'. Cracker-jacker of a name for a don belonging to Kerala, you may think. But we will have to settle for that. And surprise, this guy was a hot shot cop in his previous incarnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suresh Gopi dons the khakhi and keeps his gun busy for the umpteenth time. The scene where he is introduced as 'Bada Dosth' is outright comic and the chants that follow in the background are worth a mention. Watch out for the scene where he ducks under a bullet with impeccable precision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-343768816438447764?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/343768816438447764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bada-dosth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/343768816438447764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/343768816438447764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bada-dosth.html' title='Bada Dosth'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SfLK7I2jYUI/AAAAAAAAABE/pI0BLwL24Hw/s72-c/bada+dost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-4423985797745848956</id><published>2009-04-24T12:00:00.019+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:18:08.805+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Abraham and Lincoln</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SfGco0jPidI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TX00JFYD2X4/s1600-h/abra-linc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SfGco0jPidI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TX00JFYD2X4/s320/abra-linc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328212059271170514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starring: Rahman, Kalabhavan Mani, Shwetha Menon. Director: Pramod Pappan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first of its kind biker movie in Malayalam came with the statutory warning that kids should not imitate its featured stunts. If only the stunts were somewhere near dangerous to what the average kids atop bikes do on our roads! But then, the kids are not as half-stupid as the makers of this 'action extravaganza'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the plot is simple yet complicated. The two revenge-filled protagonists, Abraham Dominic (Mani) and Lincoln George a.k.a Liju (Rahman) are friends-turned-foes-turned-friends! The two representatives of the gold mafia, Shankar Das and Rowther are no different. They form alliances and then turn traitors at the blink of an eye. This would have been less irritating if this process of switching sides was limited to a lesser number. But the script ensures enough confusion that you wish you were watching 'Wild Things 2' instead. The scene to look out for is the one where our hero duo hide inside a hoarding fixed on a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they shooting with a different kind of lens or has it something to do with the VFX? We never know. But the end result is so bad that it looks as if it was shot with a handy cam. The frames are overloaded with a sinistral mix of horrifying colours thereby justifying the makers' second statutory warning that the movie is not for the faint-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director interjects fast forwarded wide angle shots of heavy traffic between sequences, presumably, to up the ante. This is a unique way of film-making, I should say. Buy its DVD. This is one collector's item you would be ashamed not to possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                          Rating : 3 rotten eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SfVcOvMlC7I/AAAAAAAAABc/34t6ZPrj9Es/s1600-h/3+Eggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 19px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SfVcOvMlC7I/AAAAAAAAABc/34t6ZPrj9Es/s320/3+Eggs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329267142319999922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-4423985797745848956?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4423985797745848956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/abraham-and-lincoln.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4423985797745848956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4423985797745848956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/abraham-and-lincoln.html' title='Abraham and Lincoln'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SfGco0jPidI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TX00JFYD2X4/s72-c/abra-linc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-6055139470696240019</id><published>2009-04-23T08:45:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:18:27.381+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjovEruLk4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/NQU9DFQLMQ0/s1600-h/ghost+voyage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjovEruLk4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/NQU9DFQLMQ0/s320/ghost+voyage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348639264958288770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one Hollywood B voyage you wouldn't want to miss. From bad acting to bad lighting to bad CGI, this supposedly horror movie makes one hell of a hilarious roller coaster ride. Watch it, relish it.&lt;br /&gt;The image given is apparently from the scene I loved the most. An arm made out of puffed out smoke goes on to choke the smoker himself. It can't get worse than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-6055139470696240019?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6055139470696240019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghost-voyage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/6055139470696240019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/6055139470696240019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghost-voyage.html' title='Ghost Voyage'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjovEruLk4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/NQU9DFQLMQ0/s72-c/ghost+voyage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-3150066239455228174</id><published>2009-04-22T09:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:18:42.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boys and Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Se_swaFp72I/AAAAAAAAAAk/TibhqzMmxKs/s1600-h/b+and+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Se_swaFp72I/AAAAAAAAAAk/TibhqzMmxKs/s320/b+and+g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327737200583503714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt;Even a verbose might grope in the dark with absolute deficiency of words to describe this pathetically crafted show piece of work. It's so terrible that I was forced to change my perception about Silanthi, once hailed by myself as a classic in the genre of bad movies. For one, Silanthi did have something called continuity. 'Boys and Girls' beats it at that and so many other categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the backdrop of a school in Germany(we are told it's Britain, but cant help but notice the signboards), where blonds, coloreds and Sikhs speak Tamil, a boy falls in love with his teacher and his dad does the same with his secretary. What's wrong here? It is the same woman both are in love with. Any hope of it ending there escapes as all the girls in the boy's class are in love with him. The effort to differentiate between fantasies and reality is next to impossible. I kept wondering if this was an ode to Gabriel Garcia Marquez and his penchant for magical realism! Songs and dances pop in and out without much relevance in full blooded bad movie style. The twist in the climax (ha ha ha) is even more horrendous and the final shot is extremely ridiculous. Don't give it a miss. Watch it. Hate it. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-3150066239455228174?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3150066239455228174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-and-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3150066239455228174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3150066239455228174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-and-girls.html' title='Boys and Girls'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/Se_swaFp72I/AAAAAAAAAAk/TibhqzMmxKs/s72-c/b+and+g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-6833051447695315340</id><published>2009-04-22T08:58:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:19:04.904+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Outlander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjoujNdce3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GBLlKC1oHAk/s1600-h/outlandermonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjoujNdce3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GBLlKC1oHAk/s320/outlandermonster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348638689899346802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you haven't had enough of alien movies, creature movies and epic movies, here's one where all these are rolled into one. This is not one of those movies which makes you scratch your arms or face every other minute, but it's worth a watch for its moderate badness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-6833051447695315340?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6833051447695315340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/outlander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/6833051447695315340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/6833051447695315340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/outlander.html' title='Outlander'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi00EjAzijA/SjoujNdce3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GBLlKC1oHAk/s72-c/outlandermonster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-2431116086507317742</id><published>2009-04-18T11:35:00.020+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:07:37.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bad Songs</title><content type='html'>While the fate of most bad movies at the box office is in coherence with their content, it is not so in the case of bad songs. This may be attributed to the fact that it is the tune of a song that catches the imagination of a listener instantly. Therefore a peppy track bogeyed down by unimaginative lyrics might have the fortune of a good run among the public. Hence, picking the worst songs of a year is as not as easy as picking bad movies because some people may actually like these songs and wouldn't mind humming them on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, our ears find it difficult to recuperate from the pain afflicted by certain songs. The Malayalam movie industry threw quite a few ones conjured up with bizarre lyrics and unruly tunes upon us in the recent past. Here is the top 3 worst songs from Malayalam which gave me the creeps of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;അസല്‍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ആയി&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="2"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;അസല്‍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="3"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ആയി&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="4"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;നീ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="7"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;റോസാപൂ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="10"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;വഴകെ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="12"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ഗസല്‍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="13"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ആയി&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="14"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ഗസല്‍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="15"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ആയി&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="16"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;നീ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="17"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;മൂളുന്നോ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" title="Click to correct" id="18"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;അരികെ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a lonely lollipop&lt;br /&gt;love life in love you single joy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this one has become an anthem of sorts among the fans of bad movies in Kerala these days. Despite the rhyme, the  obviously unrelated words 'assal' and 'ghazal' only adds to the agony of this scream of a song. The lines in English is bound to leave us reminiscing a lot about the days we spent in grammar school. Arguably, the worst song of recent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho barish ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song from the movie Red Chillies features a Grammy-aspirant girl band doubling up as a team of RJs in a radio network. Thankfully, people from the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences never came across this song. Else, they would have had no qualms in awarding them with the iconic miniature gramophone for this number, for a different category though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sha patha patha patha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if the lines of a song starts with one language and then crosses over to several others while expressing an inner feeling if the progression itself is linear and natural. But this potpourri of a song has incongruous words from different languages sticking out with alarming ridicule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-2431116086507317742?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/2431116086507317742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-songs_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/2431116086507317742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/2431116086507317742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-songs_18.html' title='Bad Songs'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-4382465787952785100</id><published>2009-04-18T10:32:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:19:50.578+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Contest</title><content type='html'>Songs are an integral part of Indian movies.  Though it does not necessarily imply that bad movies should feature bad songs, it holds true at least for some. I have posted a few lines of a song from a Malayalam film titled 'Novel'. This song was hand-picked by a hardcore fan of bad movies for my scrutiny. Here I leave it to you guys to find out soon that there is nothing novel about it. Still, if anybody comes up with an explanation on what the lyricist meant when he wrote this, he will be awarded with a collection of bad movies in six different languages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;എന്‍ ഇണക്കിളിയുടെ നൊമ്പര ഗാനം&lt;br /&gt;കേട്ടിന്നലെ ഉറങ്ങാതെ ഞാനിരുന്നു&lt;br /&gt;അകലുമാ കാലൊച്ച അകതാരില്‍ നിറയുന്ന&lt;br /&gt;മൂക ദുഃഖങ്ങള്‍ ആണെന്നറിഞ്ഞു&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ശാരദ നിലാവില്‍ നീ ചന്ദന സുഗന്ധമായി&lt;br /&gt;ചാരത്തു അണഞ്ഞതു ഓര്‍ക്കാതിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍&lt;br /&gt;ചൈത്ര രജനി കണ്ടു സുന്ദര സ്വപ്നം പോലെ&lt;br /&gt;ചാരുമുഖി ഞാനുറങ്ങി ഉണര്‍ന്നേനെ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-4382465787952785100?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4382465787952785100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4382465787952785100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4382465787952785100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-songs.html' title='Contest'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-5691667608699251582</id><published>2009-04-15T12:35:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:19:34.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/section/movies/amg/video/cov120/drv500/v586/v58663ogurg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 227px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/section/movies/amg/video/cov120/drv500/v586/v58663ogurg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With dinosaurs made of rubber and blonde cave women equipped with silicon implants, this stunner of a bad movie will make you cringe. My favorite scene is where a young soldier asks out a cave woman for a date so that, according to him, they can get to know each other well. She then asks him quite innocuously, "so that you can learn my turn-ons and turn offs"? And  as an answer to his query on how she learned those words, she proceeds to show him a copy of a magazine on the lines of Playboy. Me being a full blooded bad movie fan was able to take it in my stride. I wish you all the very best if you are attempting to see this one, a classic I daresay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-5691667608699251582?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/5691667608699251582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/dinosaur-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5691667608699251582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/5691667608699251582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/dinosaur-island.html' title='Dinosaur Island'/><author><name>Chax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681320748314832407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-3069672726135436072</id><published>2009-04-13T16:24:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:20:11.127+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slow Track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SeMh-jBpNcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0uP20MgQpNQ/s1600-h/14402013_speed-track340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SeMh-jBpNcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0uP20MgQpNQ/s400/14402013_speed-track340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324136542919800258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assal Aaayi........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the absolute delight of watching a sick Malayalam flick titled 'Speed Track' on my way back to Kerala from Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of an evidently obese Dilip donning the role of an athlete competing in multiple categories including high jump kept me entertained all through the movie. The rest of the cast mainly involves ludicrous characters in a college which is supposed to be crazy about games and athletics. The stand-out character among these is of course the outright manipulative villain who makes us wonder if he came in straight out of an Ekta Kapoor serial and swapped genders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The less said about the heroine and her antics, the better. But the songs deserve a special mention, especially the one at the begining where our leading pair enters in a mock fight by calling each other names. The song begins with the rambling "ko ko ko kozhi....". Tune your ears to it to feel the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-3069672726135436072?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/3069672726135436072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/slow-track.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3069672726135436072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/3069672726135436072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/slow-track.html' title='Slow Track'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SeMh-jBpNcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0uP20MgQpNQ/s72-c/14402013_speed-track340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-8207925592502340624</id><published>2009-04-13T15:37:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:20:25.408+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Annual Golden Bananas</title><content type='html'>Check out the link given below. It's the season of awards and bad movies are not too behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rajasen.wordpress.com/2009/03/17/golden-bananas/"&gt;http://rajasen.wordpress.com/2009/03/17/golden-bananas/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-8207925592502340624?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/8207925592502340624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/annual-golden-bananas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8207925592502340624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/8207925592502340624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/annual-golden-bananas.html' title='Annual Golden Bananas'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-4705396980703224786</id><published>2009-04-13T12:37:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:13:03.575+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>Prepare yourself to get tortured. Go to the below link and read the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/43/20090412/914/ten-i-do-see-myself-directing-a-film-bip.html"&gt;http://in.news.yahoo.com/43/20090412/914/ten-i-do-see-myself-directing-a-film-bip.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-4705396980703224786?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4705396980703224786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4705396980703224786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4705396980703224786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-4102042654939722540</id><published>2009-04-10T15:29:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:12:44.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Gun 'n' the Rose..err...Rope.</title><content type='html'>These are a few candid pics taken while our shooting (was it shitting?) star Suresh 'Gun' Gopi met Miss World runner up Parvati Omanakkuttan. Hats off to our 'Thokku' for these hitherto unseen expressions and to Ms.Omanakkuttan's loud make-up, which she lost ultimately. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sd8ZCc7vbDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jxQYM9sYymc/s1600-h/thokku2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sd8ZCc7vbDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jxQYM9sYymc/s400/thokku2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323000814492412978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sd8Y3sQ02SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CclQK2-GQ_0/s1600-h/thokku1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sd8Y3sQ02SI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CclQK2-GQ_0/s400/thokku1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323000629628819746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Seia-Zjv98I/AAAAAAAAAFY/4XXfg4gXmDw/s1600-h/thokku3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Seia-Zjv98I/AAAAAAAAAFY/4XXfg4gXmDw/s400/thokku3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325676956169009090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SeibP6L6RaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/haukwvEYHMg/s1600-h/parvathy1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SeibP6L6RaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/haukwvEYHMg/s400/parvathy1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325677256985167266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-4102042654939722540?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/4102042654939722540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/gun-n-roseerrrope.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4102042654939722540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/4102042654939722540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/gun-n-roseerrrope.html' title='The Gun &apos;n&apos; the Rose..err...Rope.'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sd8ZCc7vbDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jxQYM9sYymc/s72-c/thokku2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-6306131886487531614</id><published>2009-04-08T16:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:12:22.561+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sagar alias Jacky - Complete Screenplay</title><content type='html'>Maybe all you guys have seen both the movie and this screenplay by now. But I just couldn't resist posting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SdyBgqfRB8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zdz05DsBS-A/s1600-h/SAJ.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 505px; height: 600px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SdyBgqfRB8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zdz05DsBS-A/s400/SAJ.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322271257806309314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-6306131886487531614?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/6306131886487531614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/sagar-alias-jacky-complete-screenplay_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/6306131886487531614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/6306131886487531614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/sagar-alias-jacky-complete-screenplay_08.html' title='Sagar alias Jacky - Complete Screenplay'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SdyBgqfRB8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Zdz05DsBS-A/s72-c/SAJ.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-7427562807765541855</id><published>2009-04-08T16:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:55:51.412+05:30</updated><title type='text'>With Love from Kerala</title><content type='html'>What is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;m? Tune yourself to any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;malayalam&lt;/span&gt; channel and you can watch the derogatory acting of the Superstars. Invariably there are only 2 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;malayalam&lt;/span&gt; since the reigning stars have created a monopoly of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well let me say this upfront, these 2 are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;best or amongst the best in the South Indian Film industry, but both have been stereo typed to an extent from where there is no escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;         I used to be an ardent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lalettan&lt;/span&gt; fan. Man, he is such a talented one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yaar&lt;/span&gt;. I grew up watching his movies. That was a golden era in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;malayalam&lt;/span&gt; cinema with no dearth of good directors backed by good scripts and acting beyond compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;        It has all boiled down to the superstars being content with taking up roles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;synonymous&lt;/span&gt; with OMNIPOTENCE. I am really fed up of those stuff. It questions your intelligence as well as your loyalty to the superstars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;     There are lots of new talent coming up in other south &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; languages. I seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know y there is a shortage in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mallu&lt;/span&gt; film industry. Must be something to do with internal lobbying between the superstars. I request all who read this to refrain from watching commercial cinema done by these actors as it is bound to be a waste of money and energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;GOD SAVE MALAYALAM CINEMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A ardent fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;malayalam&lt;/span&gt; good movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-7427562807765541855?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/7427562807765541855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-love-from-kerala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7427562807765541855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/7427562807765541855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-love-from-kerala.html' title='With Love from Kerala'/><author><name>Paddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16003714595127274164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WpkNPGNOzB0/TGwHB5CGMXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RtyLBnOB9vM/S220/pappy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727339177798414138.post-1242745852382718866</id><published>2009-04-08T11:25:00.025+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:43:21.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bad Stars</title><content type='html'>It is not unusual to see actors rise above the very own movies they act in. A few lucky ones are able to do that repeatedly over a period of time. Eventually they end up as a kind of mutants that we have famously and affectionately christened 'stars'. Bad movies are no different in catapulting several individuals to stardom, though the league is slightly different from the mainstream. One can't be sure if those people are happy about such categorization. But in an era where any publicity is regarded as good publicity, I think being labeled as 'bad stars' is not too bad for them. Here is a collection of a few prominent bad stars from South India. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.Rajender, undoubtedly the showman of bad movies, makes sure that no department in film making goes untouched by himself whenever he makes one. He is not known to feel contented with just being the scriptwriter, lyricist, composer and the director of a movie. He goes that extra mile to burden us with the task of watching him onscreen as the hero too. Doesn't he look cute in that red sleeve-less out fit? Watch the movie 'Veersamy' if you haven't had enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SdxHLOVvePI/AAAAAAAAADg/Fv_rt_kddw4/s1600-h/rajender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SdxHLOVvePI/AAAAAAAAADg/Fv_rt_kddw4/s320/rajender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322207117798504690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vijayakanth a.k.a Captain, notorious for unimaginable stunts in several movies is an iconic figure of sorts. How can one forget the famous bullet scene and the electric shock scene. Ditto his sky-high eyebrows, blood filled eyes and perpetually waving hair.&lt;br /&gt;Body painting will cease to be an art with this pic I selected, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sdw84c3RLKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j_C2tPFHtCs/s1600-h/vijayakanth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sdw84c3RLKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j_C2tPFHtCs/s320/vijayakanth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322195800163429538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video clip says a million words. So much so that words are yet to be coined to describe Balakrishna, popularly known as Balayya. Those famous video clips of his speaks volumes about him. Probably there is no one on this planet to beat him at stupid stunts. From stopping trains with a jab of forefinger to shooting down planes, he has done it all. Watch a few snippets from his movies to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SdxK40H_aGI/AAAAAAAAADo/FURPAw7pMYw/s1600-h/Balakrishna02_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SdxK40H_aGI/AAAAAAAAADo/FURPAw7pMYw/s320/Balakrishna02_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322211199570372706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi Teja is known not only for his funny facial contortions not at all befitting a hero,  but also for weird body language. One of the movies I saw featured him going to school wearing shorts. Need I say anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sdw8zNYU_DI/AAAAAAAAADI/cx9CqJGqL3U/s1600-h/raviteja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sdw8zNYU_DI/AAAAAAAAADI/cx9CqJGqL3U/s320/raviteja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322195710107778098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarath Kumar. The only person who has played the dual role of father and son n+1 number of times. Here he strikes a pose in classical(?) dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sdw8vqBCPKI/AAAAAAAAADA/CJ_THaXtX-g/s1600-h/sarathkumar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/Sdw8vqBCPKI/AAAAAAAAADA/CJ_THaXtX-g/s320/sarathkumar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322195649075231906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/#Followers1"&gt;Back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727339177798414138-1242745852382718866?l=welovebadmovies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/feeds/1242745852382718866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1242745852382718866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727339177798414138/posts/default/1242745852382718866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovebadmovies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-stars.html' title='Bad Stars'/><author><name>Praveen Vasudevan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903473800017980187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/R2EfDErcVzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Xp4cMYGy1B4/S220/chax007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b7tZWMs1ymo/SdxHLOVvePI/AAAAAAAAADg/Fv_rt_kddw4/s72-c/rajender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
