A cinema where, in the grand and gentle tradition of India, heritage and modernity, the East and the West, the seer and the upstart converge and collude.
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the new stars
Brash, bold and maybe not so beautiful—a new crop of young actors makes a career out of defying convention and flirting with danger
Dinesh Raheja
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The megaphone men
A New Ripple, yes. A Wave, no. Mostly, it is a tweak here, a pinch there of The Formula.
Namrata Joshi
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the pen pushers
Fresh, young and with some mean street cred, the new screenwriters are marking space again in filmdom
Namrata Joshi
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crossover code
When will Bollywood be accepted for being Bollywood abroad?
Santosh Desai
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the new stylists
Actors now want to look their role. Strong scripts and accepting audiences have reduced the pressure to be glamorous. Style is here and here to stay.
Saumya Roy
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the money lenders
Cinema business has evolved. Can investors be far behind?
Shravan Shroff
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the new tunes
Global beats, local sounds, onscreen musicmakers are turning up the volume again
Suveen K. Sinha
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tech wizards
Digital editing is a post-modern, table-top tornado
Mani Shankar
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the look
Each decade of Indian cinema has thrown up its own notion of beauty—from the likeness of a goddess, the shift is towards blonde streaks and gym-toned bodies
Madhu Jain
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adult themes
A new promiscuousness swamps our screens as Bollywood goes on testosterone mode. A sign of our evolved times, or is it just to get cash registers ringing?
Madhu Jain
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nothing new
Have things really changed in Bollywood, or are we believing our own hype and hoodwinking ourselves?
Anurag Kashyap
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The more things remain the same, the more they change. The dean and alumni of the Karan Johar F3W Gurukul (Filmmaking By Fusing Formulas That Worked) continue to churn out hit after hit ((Anand + Safar + Bawarchi)/(
Dil Chahta Hai style) =
Kal Ho Na Ho). Meanwhile, one of the Hindi film industry's most bankable stars, Ajay Devgan, in the last two years, has played a revolutionary, a soulless terrorist, the husband of a possessed woman, a soldier in Kargil, a psychotic murderer, a mafia don, a tough-as-nails cop, an idealistic student leader.
For every
Main Hoon Na, there has been a
Munnabhai MBBS. For every
Masti, a
Maqbool.
The Hindi film industry is experiencing a new heady surge of adrenaline. A new generation of filmmakers, scriptwriters, actors, technicians and music directors are drastically amending the constitution of the Hindi film, and much of the time, getting away with it. Of course, they are still in a minority, but they are an increasingly visible and vociferous bunch of dissidents.
And the most remarkable aspect of this budding insurrection is that it is taking place within mainstream Hindi cinema. The scepticism of these new activists is not transporting them away into that ghetto called Parallel Cinema, defined more by what it is not than what it is. These are men and women who are in love with Bollywood's unique and voluptuous narrative and aesthetic traditions, and want to take it forward in ways and directions and dimensions that a new, young, confident globalised sensibility needs and demands. As ideas and techniques and styles and formats clash and coalesce, a new Bollywood is birthing. Let's call it Convergent Cinema. A cinema where, in the grand and gentle tradition of India, heritage and modernity, the East and the West, the seer and the upstart converge and collude.
Convergent Cinema will forge the future.