Archive for May, 2010
My fellow Sepultura fans who hated everything that came after the epic Chaos AD and disliked Soulfly at first listen because of the tribal nonsense, get Max Cavalera’s 2010 slab of metal right now. Here’s what you get with Soulfly’s Omen: short, no-bullshit songs that have timely changes, chuggy riffs, great dynamics, highly enjoyable guitar solos and Max fucking Cavalera in top form. I haven’t heard the man so charged up since fuck knows when. Every second of Omen is superb punky thrash metal or thrashy punk metal (however you like it), guaranteed to make you bang your head. I’m so glad Max has flung his tribal bible away and is making pumping music; it’s been awhile since we heard of him being spoken of this way, yeah? Well, he’s wasting no time showing off what he’s capable of when he turns the attitude levels all the way up. And who the fuck is this Marc Rizzo guy who has done a phenomenal job of adding quality to each and every track? Really impressive. Before I forget, the deluxe edition has cover versions: Led Zeppelin’s Four Sticks, Sepultura’s Refuse/Resist (with Max’s son Zyon Cavalera on drums) and Excel’s Your Life, My Life (with Igor Cavalera). Smiling now, aren’t you? I don’t know how Soulfly fans (I just became one) will take this, but Omen is for fans of Sepultura and Nailbomb. Fists up in the air, my brothers… the Brazilian lion is roaring again.
Not sure if it was 2008 or 2009 when I saw an ad outside a liquor store saying Carlsberg beer had arrived in India, but that was when I immediately agreed with my then girlfriend’s idea of her catching up on a girlie movie because she was sick of me being horny all the time. That left me free to do something else (other manly stuff, of course). I dropped her home and on my way to wherever, picked up two 650 ml bottles of Carlsberg, in the hope of finding a brew extraordinaire. How predictable.
There is much to be said about guzzling beer hurriedly in an autorickshaw. It needs to be kept out of sight of policemen, and a pint of Carlsberg looks like a bottle of Sprite, but I have two big bottles of this import from Denmark. The beer also must be kept chilled; Carlsberg is an ordinary lager, okay to drink when chilled, with a faint rose-like flavour showing up as it gets warmer.
Carlsberg’s promotional slogan says it is “probably the best lager in the world”, a claim which I rubbish as I point you to Tuborg Green – another Danish brew, and one you’ll enjoy drinking.
One of the best grunge bands ever returns grunge-less, with the musical styles being pop-rock and classic rock, and nothing anywhere close to anything that made you and me a fan of theirs. Stone Temple Pilots has Stone Temple Pilots jamming again, and the band is having fun, and that’s all it is. When a great band releases a self-titled album, it gives out the impression that something monumental is being offered to long-time fans, but Stone Temple Pilots sound old and too content to make you feel the way they did with Core and Purple (my favourite). Sure, go ahead and check out Stone Temple Pilots by Stone Temple Pilots, but be warned: they sound like a below-average international pop-rock band that has come to Mumbai to play at Independence Rock.
Woe to you, oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short. Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast, for it is a Vodafone number. Its number is +91-9920041058.
Director: “Anurag Basu”
Actors: “Hrithik Roshan”, “Barbara Mori”
If you’re expecting Kites to be an extraordinaire, you’ll end up disappointed. If, like most people, you go for it expecting a good Bollywood flick, you’ll find it to be just about alright. The good thing about Kites is that it’s a typical Bollywood masala movie; it has all the ingredients – romance, love, betrayal, tragedy, mystery, heroes, villains, action, stunts, fights, gunshots, car chases, car crashes, greed, razzmatazz, music, dance, et al. The bad thing about Kites is that, if anything, it’s a little too Bollywoodish.
Hrithik Roshan says Kites is his two-and-a-half years long labour of love. That is very apparent, it seems like he’s given his soul to the movie. Roshan is a proven performer; nothing needs to be said about his acting skills, except that he’s awesome again. The dude is great to look at even when in agony. He emotes really well, is totally believable in even questionable sequences and dances like a charm.
But stealing the show in Kites is Barbara Mori. This babe is not only good looking, but a bloody good actor as well. I, frankly, didn’t expect her to be anything more than a pretty prop, but she turned out to be a wonderful heroine. And yeah, the chemistry between Roshan and Mori is palpable. If Hrithik was really infatuated with Barbara, well, it’s done the movie a hell of a lot of good. And if he wasn’t, well, then they’re just two damn brilliant actors.
The story… hmmm… I won’t say much because I don’t want to spoil your fun. But at the same time, I’m sure the story is easy enough to predict. It’s a typical romantic movie about two lovers who can’t be together because of myriad reasons. There’s a villain who’s in love with the heroine, another heroine who’s in love with the hero, a hero who’s in love with the heroine as well as money, a rich father who has the whole of Las Vegas under his fingers, a police force who have endless numbers of cars to crash around, and the like.
The story is, in fact, the weakest thing about Kites. The strongest thing is the Indo-Mexican love affair between J (Roshan) and Linda (Mori). Like I mentioned before, they make for an excellent couple and their chemistry has been projected wonderfully well by director, Anurag Basu.
To sum things up, Kites is most definitely a one-time watch. But it’s not something so great that you have to rush out right now to buy tickets. During the interval, I was rubbing my hands in anticipation of the second half. Towards the climax, I was rubbing my brow in hope of a quick end. And that for you, is the Kites review.
Footnote: A small piece of advice for Mr Anurag Basu: white subtitles against light backgrounds don’t really make much sense. And please, if you’ve got such awesome songs, give them precedence over mundane action sequences.