Film critics are often vilified. Gandhi considered them a necessary evil. (Note this could be anyone named Gandhi, not just the great one who said the same of government.)
Ben Kingsley’s thoughts on the matter are unknown.
But these poor people have indeed tried other avenues of employment.
Good evening. Today We’ll review the Monsoon for this year.
I’d like to start off with the fact that the monsoon seems to get a lot of attention just because it’s been around a while. Living off the “laureals” of bygone years as it were.
Now there’s no real plot to weather, evidently it’s positioning itself as a character-driven ensemble action of wind rain and thunderstorms, but in that respect it falls flat on its face because the rule for any thing that’s character-driven is that its characters must be interesting enough to be able to pull the whole performance purely on its strength, but the monsoon is dull, uni-dimensional and has no personality at all.
There are only two expressions, one it rains, the other it doesn’t. Also, the sequence of events are very
predictable. The colors are drab and grey. The viewer would like to see a red or even better a fluorescent cloud now and then. Maybe really take an inspiration from Hollywood and have Mufasa show up and talk to the Indian people. But alas! None of those things happen. This whole performance is aimed at the lowest common denominator, 7th standard geography students. And ultimately, unless the execution really goes wrong, the urban Indian just won’t care.
Edit: Farmers might also care:
Farmer:
Belter: Hodiro!
And this is why Masand is a film critic.
Masand: Jayanth.
Farmer1: Anand
Farmer2: Sharath
