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Dhan ta nan


I liked Kaminey. (I am talking about the movie and not general kaminey in the world).

Content wise the movie bears resemblance with many other movies dealing with the Mumbai's underworld. But Vishal Bhardwaj's Kaminey is still worth a watch. The credit goes to Shahid Kapoor who looks great and acts even better. Priyanka Chopra has relatively less to do in the movie. Often she is called to share the screen space when there is a need for some kind of "hyper-ness".

The background score and the songs go perfectly in sync and adds to the pace of the movie. Amongst the songs I like Dhan ta nan, Raat ke dhai baje and the title song. There were some scenes in the movie which I felt like capturing in the form of still photograph. Will do an image search and see if I can get some of them.

A note for the Oriya audience: I am sorry but I hate you. I can't sit and watch a movie with paan-spitting men who get excited during intimate scenes and leave their seats to practise their mawaali steps at the sound of Dhan ta nan. The public took half the joy away from this movie. For the first 15 minutes I could not hear the dialogues because the public decided to lip-sync instead.

For Mumbai: I love you. I was happy to hear some marathi dialogues, moreso because the oriya public failed to understand anything and started screaming 'subtitles-subtitles'. And when the cast of the movie ate vada-pav (at more than one instance), I felt like going to BEST bus top and having one myself. :(

Comments

Princess Fiona said…
hey! good to know that u liked it.. we r going to watch it tomorrow. :)
15 August, 2009 17:58
JC said…
your blog is always a good source for which movie to watch, but sadly we are not going to watch this movie, this came after we have cut down on movies because of heavy price I paid for my nikon...vaise this is to just fool shilpy at the time of purchase, we will definitely go for this, may be next weekend...
16 August, 2009 20:14
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