OUTLOOK Monday 10 October, 2011
The Charm That Never Gets Old

It is a much-bandied about term in tinsel town today, but how else to describe Dev Anand if not as ‘evergreen’? Ageless, at 88, the veteran actor is as indefatigable as ever, both helming and starring in a sequel to his 1970s hit Hare Rama Hare Krishna and genre-jumping in murder mystery Chargesheet.

It’s All In The Blood

Whatever your impression of his understanding of realpolitik, fault-finding Rahul Gandhi’s grasp of his dynastic allure is a futile exercise. This photo-op at the Rajiv Gandhi Foundation’s dole-out of tri-wheelers to the physically disabled is further proof of such.

Much To Be Cowed About

As if being confronted by a legion of impossibly brawny male physiques (in thongs) wasn’t bad enough for the fragile ego of the Mumbaikar man. The chiselled biceps and muscled derrieres on the she-contestants at the Sheru Classic bodybuilder pageant in Bandra offered grounds for total emasculation.

Any Publicity Is...

The first name is synonymous with the most refined of beauty and uncommon elegance in Bollywood. Can debutante Nargis Fakhri match up to her namesake’s charm? Is being rumour fodder for Ranbir the right way to go about it?

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  • Bollywood must be dreading  the Calcutta International Film Festival—a stentorian call from the CM...the unenlightening prospect of a day full of drumbeats. However, there is no respite for Shahrukh (Amitabh fell ill at an opportune  period). Though flanked by filmmaker Goutam Ghosh, Mamata herself and Sourav, the stage-show was stopped by the bonhomie between Rakhee and SRK: singing along a pat­riotic Rabi­ndrasangeet and reminiscing  about the sets of Baazigar.
  • As a snarling Dirty Harry teases out criminals in LA; as Frank Serpico goes und­ercover in New York, Chulbul Pandey does age-old, comic acrobatics to hurt ‘baddies’, then giggles around his lady love. Flogging the same masala, here comes the trailer of Dabangg 3, at the launch of which Salman points at the same direction, while Sonakshi Sinha and Saiee Manjrekar prepare to follow the leader with loving attention.
  • What do they actually do in Bigg Boss—that synthetic morass of shape-­shifting loyalties, gro­up­­ings and couplings by people clinging on to the skirts of fame, dragg­ing along an endless stream of stragglers agape before their boxes? At least Boman Irani, Rajkummar Rao and Mouni are doing something specific—horsing around joyfully, canvassing for their film Made in China. Major domo Sal­man, of  course, is there at every step, falling in and out with practised difficulty.
  • If you’d like to stitch together a Hollywood dream team, it has to have Marty, Bob and Sonny. The BFI London film festival saved its hushed breath for The Irishman—a gangster drama by the man who helped define the genre in Goodfellas and The Departed. Yet, in this autumnal light, Frank (De Niro) and Jimmy (Al Pacino) are just not snarling desperados, six-shooters at the ready. Time is also spent on sombre reflection—old reg­rets, moral reckonings and the one important thing that finally matters: mortality.