They came, they shimmied, they wowed. And how! When Jenny from the block pole-danced, crowd-surfed and knee-slided with the Colombian she wolf, they restored the evanescing glory of the Super Bowl Half Time show. With a dizzying 20 songs in 12 minutes, the rapturous rush that Shakira, 43, and Jennifer Lopez, 50, unleashed could give millennials yet another quarter-life crisis.
Money can’t buy me love, The Beatles crooned. But horses can, Jennifer Gates would presumably reply. The 23-year-old daughter of one of the world’s richest man, Bill Gates, consented to being swept off her feet by Egyptian equestrian ace Nayel Nassar. Word has it that she too has her way with horses—and clearly, with a fine Arabian stallion.
A mountainside Arunachal village in the early 1970s: A white screen flutters in the wind on an open field; the Films Division crew fires the magnesium rod and a beam of images rushes out of the projector. The movie is part of the government’s cultural outreach in the hinterland. It’s Half Ticket, and a while after the credits, Madhubala lights up the screen. And as folklore goes, a man watching the film—silently, without a wink—was so besotted with “The Biggest Star in the World” (American mag Theatre Arts, 1952), he sets off to find her…knowing not she was no more. He didn’t return home ever. Such was the pull of Madhubala, the nom de guerre of Mumtaz Jehan Begum Dehlavi, born on February 14. She died of a failing heart, just aged 36 in 1969. A beauty as ravishing as Marilyn Monroe, she left behind myriads of reasons for her legions of admirers to hold her close to the heart even today—and she would have been 87 this Valentine’s Day.
Silky tresses, sylvan settings and countenances that could launch a thousand films...a charity’s photographic recreations of Raja Ravi Varma’s paintings featuring celebrities from Tamil and Telugu movies are for a noble cause—women empowerment. What more could one possibly ask for? To be honest though, we’re a tad bit disappointed by the absence of the divine Tilottama, her sari’s pallu relinquished to her hands.
That slit perched imperiously on her pelvis, those drapes playing peekaboo with her stately frame...amen, Nushrat Bharucha has come a long way from being Sonu Ke Titu Ki Sweety. Her regalia at the Filmfare Awards curtain raiser did raise the ire of quite a few curtained souls, but who cares when your career—and wardrobe—has just taken a mighty chhalaang.