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Director Nina Paley uses lightness and humour to weave together a cutting commentary on one of the greatest epics in history.
Chris Smith’s The Pool is a narrative of survival, not triumph; of life, not drama. Released in 2007, it is everything that Slumdog Millionaire was not.
Can love taste like a red velvet cupcake? Can pride taste like freshly baked bread at four in the morning?
One day, back when thick rimmed glasses hadn’t “come back”, quite simply because they hadn’t left yet, Dave Brubeck set out to look for his mojo.
Himachali women are a refreshing change from those I have encountered in the northern plains of rural India.
People who swear by fancy-sounding diets would do better to promote the love of good food than make debatable claims.
Spending some time with a villager almost always assures one that change is the only constant we all look forward to.
Expectations, they say, kill an idea. And after reading Guy Ritchie’s Gamekeeper, I agree vehemently.
Everyone has their own perfect Jeeves and Wooster, but I can’t see anyone other than Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie in those roles.
This decade has rendered us incapable of facing a gathering on a Sunday without a cocktail or three.
Seven households, one school, and one tiny gompa (monastery) make up Hipti, a small village in Ladakh.
