As the only man who redeems the page this week, we present actor (as opposed to dialogue delivery boys cum bad dancers) Irrfan Khan. Paan Singh Tomar won him the national best actor award. It also won him admirers, the young sort with smartphones the size of frisbees.
How else to react to the music release of a movie called Yamla Pagla Deewana 2, but to break into an untrammelled bout of Bollywoodised Bhangra? Led by the age-defying gaiety of Dharmendra, the line-up includes Sunny Deol, Shahrukh, Hrithik and the one at least partly original stylist of current times,
Big vulgar Indian weddings get good press in India—a spangled spoke in our wheel of arriviste self-congratulation. When guests flouted state norms in the Vega Gupta-Aakash Jahajgarhia wedding (pic: a snap from the Babylonian proceedings, complete with float, pillar, gloat), a relentless media excoriation forced a shame-faced apology.
The bed here might have been photoshopped out, but the pneumatic Priya Rai's agape visage and dead-fish eyes exude a tinny, make-believe, fleshpot lust below our standards of acceptable prurience. Who knows, her Tamil film might be well-served!