One of India’s finest novelists on what he endured at the Berlin Film Festival.
Gigantic in ambition, dwarfed in execution, KJo is back to doing what he does best.
The realism is compelling enough but the sport of carrom doesn’t really make for compelling cinema.
The plot makes no sense whatsoever, but the conversation between the two crooks of eastern UP is to die for.
Forget the historical inaccuracies, this film is nothing but sound and fury and terrible dialogues.
Yet another simplistic movie about the red carpet dreams of a starry eyed traveller to tinsel town.
So passionate is this Indian society dedicated to studying the detective that they think of him as a real person.
Don’t listen to the purists. Have some fun on the side by spotting the liberties Ritchie takes with Doyle’s characters.
The Hindi film industry is notorious for lifting stories. Is there a solution?