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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtrUzzMVTqU/TyVsUbmbaSI/AAAAAAAADkI/yGOUjJuI5GE/s1600/agneepath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtrUzzMVTqU/TyVsUbmbaSI/AAAAAAAADkI/yGOUjJuI5GE/s1600/agneepath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*ing: Hrithik Roshan, Sanjay Dutt, Rishi Kapoor, Priyanka Chopra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie is about Vijay (Hrithik) who, as a child, witnesses the murder of his father in his native town - Mandwa. Kancha bhau (Sanjay Dutt), a heroin businessman, is the schemer and the main stakeholder for the murder. Vijay and his mother abandon Mandwa and settle in Mumbai. He grows up being part of the Mumbai underworld (?). His aim is to become as powerful as Kancha in order to avenge his father's murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Director&lt;/b&gt;: Karan Malhotra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music&lt;/b&gt;: Ajay-Atul (the beauty of the marathi version of &lt;i&gt;Chikni Chameli&lt;/i&gt; was the rustic male voice which is sorely missed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pros:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- The title and some names (character&amp;nbsp;+ location) &amp;nbsp;resemble a cult movie&lt;br /&gt;
- Rishi Kapoor as Rauf Lala makes a super-kameena character&lt;br /&gt;
- Sanjay Dutt as Kancha bhau looks menacing with his no-hair-no-eyebrows look&lt;br /&gt;
- Katrina Kaif's &lt;i&gt;Chikni Chameli&lt;/i&gt; provides the refresher in the otherwise tense environment&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cons:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Comparisons with the namesake is inevitable from the pre-release&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- The characters of Vijay's dad, mom and sister seem half-baked almost like the director assumes that people are already aware of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Things I remember:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- The appearance and disappearance of greenish shade on the scalp of Sanjay Dutt almost breaks the continuity of some scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Vijay stabs his childhood enemy at the beach during Ganesh visarjan and whispers to him "Naam Vijay Chauhan... Vijay Dinanath Chauhan... poora naam... baap ka naam master Dinanath". The scene gets help from the &lt;i&gt;Nashik dhol&lt;/i&gt; background music and gulaal. For me, this is the only scene where Vijay appeared angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Vijay and his mom travel from Mandwa by boat and land at Dockyard and then settle in a chawl Dongri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- People in the theatre yawning :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Trivia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not the first time that the Chikni Chameli tune has appeared in a hindi movie. I had blogged about it earlier in the trivia section of another phillum post &lt;a href="http://bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com/2009/08/comin-age.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/5915260308128567548-8160750235943618235?l=bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
While watching an Amitabh movie on Sony Set Max channel, my mom reminded me that I have watched this movie a million times already. She was, of course, exaggerating. The actual number might be in 2-digits, though. So, when there is an ad break, she rushes to switch to her daily soap on some other channel. This is where I need to be quick and agile in putting my hand between the remote and the sensor on the TV.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
"Mom, this is the most interesting part."&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
"What? The ads?!"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
"No, maa, the Extra Shots."&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
And then a nugget of trivia related to the movie unfolds on the screen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
How else would I have known that Alisha Chinoy debuted as a playback singer in Tarzan at the&amp;nbsp;insistence&amp;nbsp;of B Subhash who heard her sing in Dalip Tahil's play named Evita?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Or that the role played by Zeenat Aman in Yaadon Ki Baaraat was first offered to Asha Parekh, who turned it down because she was scheduled for dance shows in a world tour.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Or that Amitabh Bachan had the switch to the lights in his hands for the "Saaraa Zamana" song in Yaarana.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGtf9eWMlpU/TnYA_1ycbeI/AAAAAAAADjc/3RGSzAcPQO8/s1600/extraaa_shots_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGtf9eWMlpU/TnYA_1ycbeI/AAAAAAAADjc/3RGSzAcPQO8/s320/extraaa_shots_logo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
All of this came back to me because today I am looking forward to the first episode of the quiz show based on all such trivia... Extra Shots Challenge.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[This post was inspired by &lt;a href="http://diptakirti.blogspot.com/2011/09/bollywood-ka-board-exams.html"&gt;Dipta Kirti&lt;/a&gt;'s awesome blog promoting the show with 18 filmy questions.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Deewana banaa de.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Bodyguard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U_N-QY3PXyg/TmObMVH6XWI/AAAAAAAADjU/f7-Opl0LXYA/s320/Salman-Khan-BodyGuard.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Starring:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Salman Khan, Kareena Kapoor, Raj Babbar, Asrani, Aditya Pancholi, Mahesh Manjrekar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lovely Singh (Salman) is a professional bodyguard&amp;nbsp;assigned&amp;nbsp;with the job of protecting Divya (Kareena). She is a MBA student under threat of being killed by the villains. However, her college life seems to be disturbed because of the bodyguard that trails her all the way to her classroom. In an attempt to keep him busy elsewhere, she keeps calling him (as Chhaya) from an undisclosed private mobile number and serenades him to fall in love with Chhaya. &amp;nbsp;He is not aware that Divya and Chhaya are actually the same girl till the very end of the movie. He performs his duty of protecting her from the villains.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Pros:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Salman and Kareena put in decent performances&lt;br /&gt;
- A typical bollywood pot boiler masala film - action hai, masti hai, dance hai, music hai, drama hai, suspense hai&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cons:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- The comic track featuring Sunami Singh is too loud and most times unbearable&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Himesh (yes, he is back!) and Pritam&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You will like this if (and only if):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- You are a Salman fan&lt;br /&gt;
- You do not mind a mindless time pass popcorn movie&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Trivia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Check the spellings of the names in the titles and the poster above (numerology seems to have caught with everyone)&lt;br /&gt;
- Salman's real life bodyguard - Shera - appears dancing in the entry song; along with Katrina Kaif&lt;br /&gt;
- Himesh ended his if-I-give-music-I-act-too condition for Salman Khan&lt;br /&gt;
- Eventually, there is a going to be an article which lists the different ways that Salman has unbottoned his shirt. In this movie, his shirt tears open by a blast of water from a broken pipe.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Laaka chik laaka chik&lt;br /&gt;
Chiki laaka chiki choom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Imagine that in reggae.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now replace Kavita Krishnamurthy with the unmelodious scratchy voice of Suman Shridhar without any of the sound engineer's polishings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn't seem good, no?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then listen to the remastered version of Hawa Hawai from the OST Shaitan. I am not sure if it is available on the music CD. I first heard the song playing in a promo for the movie and got an mp3 from Cooltoad and have been stuck with the song since then. The scratchiness of the voice adds to the fun. How it makes the song feel like anyone can sing it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The vocal twang in the lines -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Soorat hi maine aisi paayee&lt;br /&gt;
Kehte hai mujhkooooo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 - is fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the album itself is a DJs playground. It has a variety of places for those who can play with the tempo and can get the dance floor moving. I liked the &lt;i&gt;Nasha&lt;/i&gt; number a lot. It reminds me of &lt;i&gt;Naach&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;i&gt;Karthik Calling Karthik&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915260308128567548-2743575725628622039?l=bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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His intention was to bring together all actors with names starting from the latter 'A'. However, Akshaye Khanna turned down the role which eventually went to Tushar Kapoor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie caught my attention when I first saw the poster at New Excelsior theatre in South Bombay. During those days Amitabh was sporting a french beard and it was a refreshing change to see him in this avatar. Check out the similarities with the Deewar poster... signifying the arrival of a &lt;b&gt;Big B movie&lt;/b&gt;. (wasn't Amitabh supposed to be in blue shirt, instead of red?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0RiWn95oxA/TIzM0abDMAI/AAAAAAAADTQ/AO-Xs0vdpNw/s200/deewar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516008844440055810" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F0RiWn95oxA/TIzO5jcu9mI/AAAAAAAADTY/R23oHEyP7dk/s200/khakee.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516011131785639522" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The film revolves around a group of 5 police officers assigned with the task of moving a suspected terrorist, Dr Iqbal Ansari (Atul Kulkarni) from the jail to the court. The story unfolds to reveal the darker motives of the politician and the corrupt police in falsely implicating Dr Ansari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amitabh stands out tall as the leader of the police group, DCP Anand Srivastav. Ajay Devgan as Angre puts in a villainous performance (perhaps bettering the one in 'Deewangi'). Aishwarya Rai's work as Mahalaxmi in the movie is not just restricted to songs-dance or being the glam quotient. Akshay Kumar provides the comedy relief with his role of the corrupt cop who is moved by Amitabh's speech towards the middle of the movie.  Tushar Kapoor plays the role of a newly joined officer who aces at shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The film gets its repeat value from scenes where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Angre makes the hawaldaars slap their DCP (Amitabh) and says '&lt;i&gt;tumne mujhe maaraa toh chamdi pe lagaa, maine maaraa toh yahaan &lt;/i&gt;(pointing to the DCP's heart)&lt;i&gt; lagaa. isko bolte hai badlaa; jimein maar khaane waalaa bhi roye aur maarne waalaa bhi.&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Tushar Kapoor breaks out the sad news of hawaaldaar Sawant to Ahswini Khalsekar (Mrs Sawant).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Tanuja (Dr Ansari's mother) slaps Amitabh on learning that her son was killed. I do not remember any other movie where Amitabh has been slapped these many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Akshay Kumar throws the total filmi dialogue when he is going to be killed '&lt;i&gt;kisiko bataana mat ki mujhe kaise maaraa gaya nahi toh duniya ka pyaar aur mohobbat se bharosa uth jaayega&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ram Sampath (of &lt;b&gt;Peepli Live&lt;/b&gt; fame) provided a decent soundtrack. I especially like the haunting melody of 'Mere maula' and the catchy rendition of 'Uparwaale' by the trio of Sonu, Kunal and Sukhwinder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915260308128567548-2172605175127052567?l=bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He features in all the major departments for this film (strictly in order of recollection only) - music, direction, story, screenplay, dialogues, singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starring&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Shahid Kapoor, Priyanka Chopora, Amole Gupte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gangster movie highlighting a day in the life of twin brothers (Shahid Kapoor) - Charlie and Guddu. The former is a gangster who wants to earn money to become a horse race bookie and the latter is a student working for an NGO. Sweety (Priyanka) is Guddu's love interest and the sister of a crook, Bhau Bhope (Amol Gupte) aspiring to be politician. Charlie stumbles upon drugs worth 10 crore. Expectedly, there is a case of mistaken identity and more gang fights. Everything culminates into a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Filmed in Mumbai (and Gujarat, probably)&lt;br /&gt;- A fresh style of story telling. Reminiscent of Quentin Tarantino and Guy Ritchie.&lt;br /&gt;- A fair importance given to all the characters. Strong characterisations.&lt;br /&gt;- This film has dialogues in bengali, marathi, english, african and yet, no subtitles. No time is spent in romance between the Guddu and Sweety. The audience is not expected to be dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Cannot think of any!&lt;br /&gt;- Did not understand the NGO angle to the Guddu character. Did I miss something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had earlier read somewhere that the story has been borrowed from a short story based in Kenyan slums. That story was by Cajetan Boy, who has been given due credit at the start of the movie. The Rs.44 crore spent on the movie includes his 2 lakhs fee. Vishal Bhardwaj met him at the Mira Nair's workshop (MAISHA) and so, the movie starts with credit to the workshop, as well. Additionally, the Kenyan diamond/ drug smuggler has been named 'Cajetan', too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amol Gupte was last time associated with the screenplay for 'Taare Zameen Par'. He debuts as an actor this time. Coincidentally, the lead characters in both these hits have had a medical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a scene very funny. 'Tashi' enters Bhope Bhau's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ilaaka &lt;/span&gt;with all the style of a king. He has a hat on his head and walks chest high, chin high along with his 3 side kicks. Suddenly, they hear a bullet shot and all of them meekly disperse away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do lafzon ki' (The Great Gambler) and 'Duniya mein logon ko' (Apna Desh) are 2 old songs that play in the background. The latter is only for an exhibition of Shahid's oiled physique. Check the 'Making of...' for details on that one. But this should be enough to revive the songs in the remix club houses. Bhau Bhope's mobile ring tone is a hit a marathi film song - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4Cdo8_-GnA"&gt;Kombdi&lt;/a&gt;. Watch out for a remixed video.&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/5915260308128567548-8904021590050960037?l=bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After the introductions, however, it was Amitabh who made me want to revisit the realm. When I was still about 3 years old, I brought the whole house down because my uncle watched 'Don' without me. I was only quitened by saying that he had actually gone to see 'Dawn' baniyaan (vests)!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don&lt;/span&gt; was one of the wholesome entertainers. This was possibly Big B's first attempt at comedy. It was just that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar Akbar Anthony&lt;/span&gt; was released earlier than Don because the latter almost got shelved after its producer, Nariman Irani (NI), died on the sets during the shooting. It is a pity that Mr NI never got to see the success achieved by his product. It did enough business to take care of the loan of 12 lakhs that had stressed him out and even kept his production house alive. NI was a photographer and cameraman by profession, who was under huge debt following the debacle of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zindagi zindagi&lt;/span&gt;, was pursuaded by the big B, Zeenat Aman and Chandra Barot to make another movie to settle the financial mess. Amitabh and Zeenat agreed to work for the film at nominal rates. Factually, Pran was paid 5 lakhs and Amitabh agreed for half of it. Salim-Javed's payment was the distribution rights of the film for the Indore and Bhopal territories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hit duo of Salim-Javed had approached Jeetendra, Dev Anand and Prakash Mehra with an untitled script based on 'House of secrets'. With no takers, the script was left collecting dust with Salim. When NI requested him for a script, he said- 'Humare paas ek breakfast script padi hai jo koi nahi le raha hai.' NI gleefully accepted - 'chalega'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Farhan Akhtar's version the 'Khaike paan banaraswala' song starts with the words: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arre tumka ka bataai bhaiyya, hamraa haal kaa hai? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(chorus: arree bataai do, bataai do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikle the halwa khaane, muh hi jal gaya hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, this is exactly what had happened to Amitabh because he was made to chew 40 paans to get the red-spew-effect. Anandji had suggested this, but he forgot to mention that for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; one need not apply chunaa  (lime) to the paan. Amitabh suffered from burnt lips for days after the shoot. On the other hand, to grant authenticity to the song, Kishore Kumar ate paan and spat on a plastic sheet during the recording. The song was not part of the original screenplay and was added after the interval following Manoj Kumar's suggestion to bring down the pace a bit. The song, eventually, played a big hand in the popularity of the film. Another late addition to the screenplay was Pran's broken story which was a result of an accident he had met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspite of the success, Hindi screen did not get any more films directed by Chandra Barot. In 1996 'Nariman Pictures' produced 'Shastra'. A remixed version of 'Don' was presented by Farhan Akhtar which scored over the original in the technical department, but, it could not make an impression as the version by late Mr. Nariman Irani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915260308128567548-3585093059373844990?l=bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Inspite of the big productions for all the 3 movies,they did not hit the mark.&lt;br /&gt;In the January, 2 years back, Nikhil Advani had an equally over-hyped, Salaam-e-Ishq that got criticised and panned down. It was not a bad hindi movie, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, superstitiously, the following are inauspicious for the box-office success of a Hindi movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; combination of Nikhil Advani and a January release &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 'China' in the title of the movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Durr ka connections in CC2C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan Sippy (producer of CC2C) was director of Bluffmaster (2005), which was scripted by Rajat Arora, who also scripted CC2C along with Sridhar Raghavan, the brother of Sriram Raghavan who made Johhny Gaddar, whose background music is done by Daniel George. Daniel has scored for CC2C, too.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Akshay Kumar, Deepika Padukone, Mithun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Nikhil Advani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Comedy, kung-fu action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of an orphan, Sidhu, who grows up to be a cook at an eatery owned by his foster brother, Dada, in the famous Chandni Chowk. His only skill is chopping and cooking vegetables. An ancient chinese prophecy and mistaken identity lands him in China to face the evil drug lord, Hojo. Dada travels to China to bring back Sidhu to Chandni Chowk, but gets killed in a fight with Hojo and Sidhu only watches helplessly. Chang, who was wronged by Hojo many years ago teaches kung fu to Sidhu and he gets his revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comedy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Action by Dee Dee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Masala entertainer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first 20 mins makes one expect a riot like the 'Kung Fu Hustle'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deepika&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music; nothing worth remembering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A predictable 2nd half&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The very fresh fight scenes at the Great wall of China.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Akshay Kumar says - Yeh chini sindhi kyu bol rahe hai? Dado Hojo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The background music by Daniel B. George (Johnny Gaddaar) seems to be inspired by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nayak nahi &lt;/span&gt; (Khalnayak), a song from Drona and the Saw series theme.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bhappi da singing 'India se aaya mera dost'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/5915260308128567548-7638258249007233528?l=bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Excluding the dubbed versions (the likes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makdi-manav&lt;/span&gt;), I have tried to list out the hindi sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0187351/"&gt;Nigahen&lt;/a&gt; - Sridevi is back as the human daughter of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naagin&lt;/span&gt;-Sridevi from the hugely successful &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091601/"&gt;first part&lt;/a&gt;. Sunny Deol plays the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naag &lt;/span&gt;held in captivity by the evil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tantrik&lt;/span&gt; Anupam Kher. The fight of good vs evil is for a magical diamond called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naag-mani. &lt;/span&gt;Harmesh Malhotra directed both the parts that have had a major contribution in fueling many of the myths related to snakes. This was an average success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117470/"&gt;Return of the Jewel Thief&lt;/a&gt; - One of the masterpieces of Indian cinema, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061842/"&gt;Jewel Thief&lt;/a&gt;, was sequel-ed after nearly 30 years. It brought back Dev Anand and Ashok Kumar from the original and the Kohinoor diamond from the UK. This one was not blessed with the S D Burman's evergreen music or Vijay Anand's slick direction. Ashok Tyagi roped in a string of actors for this multi-starrer thriller. The title had the Kohinoor diamond and the famous jewel-thief cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0337633/"&gt;Hathyaar&lt;/a&gt; - Sanjay Dutt is back as the son of the underworld don (Raghu, played by Dutt) from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0220832/"&gt;Vaastav&lt;/a&gt;. Vaastav was a huge hit, but there were no attempt to publicise Hathyaar as its sequel. This was a gritty movie that went un-noticed. ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeh picture aa-gaya?&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haan, aaya bhi aur gaya bhi.&lt;/span&gt;") The son of the don struggles to fit into the society because of his infamous middle name. Mahesh Manjrekar does a talented job of maintaining the tempo of this drama. At a couple of occassions, whenever the tension is high well placed gangster jokes provide relief ('&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boxer bhai song&lt;/span&gt;' and 'the hospital scene were dedh-footya's mom yells at a goon - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daal doo kya&lt;/span&gt;?').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0419058/"&gt;Phir Hera Pheri&lt;/a&gt; - The trio of Paresh Rawal, Akshay Kumar and Suniel Shetty are back; this time without Priyadarshan. The look and feel seems quite different to the hugely enjoyed, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0242519/"&gt;Hera Pheri&lt;/a&gt;. This time the comedy of errors leads them to a load of drugs and a hidden diamond. The climax is a mad-cap chase at a circus. The comedy fails to work mainly because of the lack of its closeness to the homely feel of the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0490210/"&gt;Sarkar Raj&lt;/a&gt; - Ram Gopal Verma got Amitabh to do what he does the best - act. Amitabh's character was considered to be a depiction of the Shiv Sena chief - Bal Thakerey - whereas, this was actually RGV's version of the Godfather. No less. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0432047/"&gt;Sarkar&lt;/a&gt; was not a huge hit, but it certainly got noticed by everyone. Sarkar Raj brought back together the Bachchan father-son duo and the to-be-bride of the family. Aishwarya plays a foreign-based businesswomen who needs help from Sarkar to establish a power project in India. The story evolves into an intriguing thriller-drama of mind games between Sarkar and a rural leader played intently by Dilip Prabhavalkar. The end builds up enough to create another part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0456144/"&gt;Lage Raho Munna bhai&lt;/a&gt; - The feel-good team of the local goons Munna bhai and Circuit are back. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0374887/"&gt;Munnabhai MBBS&lt;/a&gt; did a great deal to improve Sanju baba's image. Raj Kumar Hirani creates another breezy feel-good movie on the backdrop of Gandhi-giri. It is fun to watch a feared goon taking up the non-violent path of Gandhiji (played by the talented Dilip Prabhavalkar) as he tries to win his love (Vidya Balan). Munna is fighting non violently against a scheming Sikh builder, played by Boman Irani. A loveable show of Munna and his chum, Circuit. I have seen trailors of the 3 part - Munnabhai chale America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0419828/"&gt;Hyderabad Blues 2&lt;/a&gt; - Nagesh Kukunoor debuted with his &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0195814/"&gt;Hyderbad Blues&lt;/a&gt;, an auto-biographical account of adventures of an NRI coming back to India and finding an Indian bride. The entire ensemble is back with the post marriage comedy of the normal middle class couple with the backdrop of a conservative South-Indian culture. The multiplexes lapped it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0432637/"&gt;Krrish&lt;/a&gt; - Rakesh Roshan dares to create an Indian superhero as a follow up to the ET-inspired &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0254481/"&gt;Koi mil gaya&lt;/a&gt;. Hrithik plays Krrish who gets his superpowers from the alien, Jadoo. He goes on to save the world and rescue a secret towards the end. This was a thoroughly enjoyed hindi-masala adventure, Bollywood got a new superhero and Priyanka got a major hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0441048/"&gt;Dhoom 2&lt;/a&gt; - Sanjay Gadhvi and Yashraj films brought together the top actors of the year to create screen magic and rake in a lot of overseas moolah. Abhishek and Uday are carried forward from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0422091/"&gt;Dhoom&lt;/a&gt;, this time to chase an elusive and stylish thief named 'A', Hrithik Roshan. Bipasha (in double role) and Aishwarya (more important role) provide the oomph and promote size-zero. The thief does some daring stunts and the cops nab the thief in the end. The Diwali opening for this pacy thriller was a huge hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1092005/"&gt;Golmaal Returns&lt;/a&gt; - Rohit Shetty brings the loony team of Ajay Devgan, Tushar Kapoor, Arshad Warsi and Shreyas Talpade together for a mindless comedy of lying men. Sharmaan Joshi from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0495034/"&gt;Golmaal&lt;/a&gt; was left out for this one. Kareena plays a shrieking doubting wife and dances to a couple of item songs. Tushar is probably seen in the best act of his life as a dumb hair-stylist act. This was a Diwali hit, a surprise one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0449994/"&gt;Jodha Akbar&lt;/a&gt; - This one is not a sequel, but rather, a prequel to one of the biggest films from the B&amp;amp;W  era of Hindi cinema. Ashutosh Gowarikar asked what can one do after 'Lagaan' and 'Swades'? His writer replied that it would be only fitting to create something that would outdo the greatest in Indian cinema - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0054098/"&gt;Mughal-e-Azam&lt;/a&gt;. It was a classic love story of Akbar's son, Salim, and a dancing slave, Anarkali. Jodha Akbar is the lavish story of the love between two proud royalties, the Mughal (Shahenshah Akbar) and the Rajput (Rani Jodhabai). Hrithik and Aishwarya get together for this period drama and Ashutosh creates magic with help from A R Rehman. It might not have worked at the box-office, but it represented India to the world and got appreciated.&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/5915260308128567548-2857731563794039896?l=bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The skit was presented funnily enough by a duo of males and it reminded me of the multitude of dance troupes that might have earned employment due to the background dancing. Surely, each choreographer must have had his/ her own dancers. Each had a dedicated or lucky troupe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the cabaret songs of the 70s, there was a repetitive face prancing around with Helen. I was watching 'Monica, my darling' on TV, one day. A guy with a curly mop of hair and a pencil-moustache started his jumping act to the music. My dad pointed out to me that his name is Michael and he is a choreographer, too. I have noticed him in more songs that I cannot recall now. But that is probably how I started noticing the background dancers, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the 80s, there was the group of male dancers that was seen in 'Jahaan chaar yaar' (Sharaabi) as well 'Padosan apni murgi ko' (Jaadugar) and some more Amitabh songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the 90s, in the days of 'Superhit Muqabla', there was one male dancer that used to appear in 5 out of 10 songs. He was the one who did the hip-hop rapper dance to the voice of Bali Bramhabhatt with Jackie Shroff. The song was 'Munda Dekh' from the movie Stuntman. 'Bambai ka babu' had a scene shot in Fantasy Land where Saif calls 'Mangesh' to do some task and Mangesh runs off a kid asked to get an ice cream - a wide smile on the face. One could not miss this guy dancing sincerely behind the hero and more importantly, enjoying himself even while doing the stupidest of the dancing steps. The songs were always a big hit, but the films were bigger flops. The producers must have noticed this coincidence because I have not spotted Mangesh for quite some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The producers should stop allowing Ganesh any screen appearances for the same reason. Every film that Ganesh appears in to dance flops. He is responsible for the dismal fate of 'Jaanam Samjha Karo', 'Money hai toh Honey hai', 'China Gate' to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the recent times, there is a very pretty female dancer who has appeared in some popular songs of recent times. She has rolled her eyes with Abhishek in 'Say na say na' (Bluffmaster), had a better tummy than Kareena in 'Its Rocking' (Wah kya love story hai) and even fluttered her colourful long skirt behind Govinda in 'Soni de nakhre' (Partner). Go look for this square jawed girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, I m still searching for the mp3 of Shankar Mahadevan's version of 'Hoga tumse pyara kaun'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915260308128567548-8015818445780718395?l=bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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POP! CRACK!! CRACKLE!!! THUD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Can you walk?", they asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." I said, clenching my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had scored enough to save the team from the blushes, but as I ran for that last run, I could hear my right knee snap under the pad and I landed with a thud in the crease and just missed from being run-out. I straightened my leg as I sat in the mud and the cracking-popping orchestra replayed. I limped back to the pavilion with support from 2 team mates. As I sat down on the chair, I realised that I could not straighten the knee anymore. There was a lot of pain. I took off the gloves and the pads and asked for some water. Someone passed me an ice pack, too. .. thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, the pain aggravated and the knee was swollen and tender. An injury in the foreign land is always scary business. A crocin put me back to sleep. But when I woke up the pain woke up with me. I googled the symptoms and was convinced that this is a dislocated knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knee dislocation is different from fracture. But people normally tend to diagonise for a fracture to begin with. The swelling is not as severe as a fracture and the pain is bearable. One can touch the tender soreness on the knee without feeling much pain. I had a swelling on the inner side of the leg on the left side of the knee cap and a bit of pain behind the knee. A knee dislocation could cause a cartilage and a ligament pull. An internal clot can cause an immediate swelling and if there is internal bleeding it has to be taken care-of immediately because there is a risk that the clot might travel to the lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a cab in the morning which dropped drop me at the 'accident and emergency' department (A&amp;amp;E) of the local hospital. After a quick record entry, I was asked to wait for the doctor to call me. I was first sent to get an x-ray done. The x-ray can only see the bones, which turned out to be normal (no fracture) and that meant that the dislocation had reset itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked me to drop the pants (I was still wearing yesterday's underpants) and flex the knee. I showed her that I could not bend or completely straighten my knee. It was as-if the knee was locked and there was considerable pain when I tried to force the bending/ straightening. A normal knee should bend to an angle of at least 100 degrees. My knee angle was hardly 45 degrees and that too, slowly and painfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tying the knee only increases the swelling, so crepe bandages are a strict no. Hot or ice massage only soothes the pain, it is not going to heal anything. Ibrufen is a recommended anti-inflammatory capsule and not really a pain killer. 400mg of capsules should work for a stretch of 12 hours. Keeping the leg in the same position for too long can worsen the swelling, I don't know why!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week and I am feeling much better. The pain only stings at night... mid-way during a deep sleep. I cannot completely straighten my leg yet. I am on a no cycling and no running order from the doctor. This means I will miss the cricket season. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and ask how it happened and I narrate the episode to them in the most gruesome way and end it by saying it is not as scary as it sounds, there is no pain. I still don't get a free lift home.&lt;/span&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/5915260308128567548-512739031756450242?l=bluishgreenbricks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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