My All-Time Scorsese’s Favorite

Posted on August 28th, 2011 by Harsh

A few days ago I was busy brainstorming on a creative for a film company. I was supposed to think of a script that highlighted the work and talent of Martin Scorsese. Since I have been a big Scorsese fan for ages, I thought why not written down a piece that lists my favourite Scorsese’s work.

So, here are a few with a bit of synopsis

#1 – The Departed – While some may list Taxi Driver or Raging Bull as their favourites, my favourite is the multi-starrer that gave Martin Scorsese his first Academy Award after being nominated twice and losing to first time directors (He lost to Robert Redford for Ordinary People in 1981 and to Kevin Costner for Dances with Wolves in 1990). An English adaptation of a Hong Kong film Infernal Affairs, The Departed focuses on a complex plot where a cop is induced in underworld and an underworld man is plotted as a cop to exchange vital information. With a stellar cast in Leonardo DiCaprio, Jack Nicholson and a brilliant Matt Damon, The Departed was a real feather in Scorsese’s crown. With a brilliant screenplay and unpredictable twists, The Departed is a collector’s item.

 

#2 – Goodfellas – Again, I am going for the less favourable one. “Do you think I am funny?” “What do you mean I am funny?” These immortal quotes from temperamental character Joe Pesci still resonate in film lover’s mind. Goodfellas, a film adaptation of the book Wiseguy is a criminal masterpiece. The film starred Scorsese’s friend Robert De Niro, Ray Liotta and inimitable Joe Pesci. Centred on the wildly-ambitious character of Ray Liotta, Goodfellas looks into the dirty world of nurturing criminals and the lure of money and power that finally leads to their downfall. Widely regarded as one of the greatest crime films, Goodfellas circles the rise and fall of criminals in the 1970s. You’ll love it for more than one reason.

# 3 – Gangs of New YorkDaniel Day-Lewis. Period. Watch it for the greatest actor of this generation. It’s a pity Daniel Day-Lewis won all major awards (including BAFTA and Golden Globe) for his portrayal of a native American butcher but Academy which was presented to Brody for The Pianist. But nothing can be taken away from the genius Scorsese. The film illuminates with brilliant sets that portray the Unites States of late 1800s and the poignancy of Leonardo DeCaprio, the orphan of Irish immigrant who is slaughtered by the Butcher. The film was shot in a studio in Italy and was far ahead of its times. I personally love the soundtrack “Hands that Built America” by U2.

# 4 – Raging Bull – Raging Bull gave Robert De Niro his only Academy Award and how thoroughly he deserved it. Depicting the successful and troubled life of middle weight champion Jake LaMotta, it was Robert De Niro’s finest performance after Godfather II. The film was shot in black and white to lend it an authentic feel and touch. De Niro gained and lost 30 kgs (reminding me of Christian Bale in The Machinist) to portray the insane character of a temperamental boxer. A true classic!

# 5 – Shutter Island – This was a real surprise for me. It was shunned by critics before I watched it at home, so I did not have any expectations. However, Shutter Island (another book adaptation) is a movie that grows on you as it progresses. A psychological thriller filmed inside an imaginary island prison brings out the state of a prisoner. Ok, I have given away the suspense here! Watch DeCaprio do well when handled by his master, and Ben Kingsley reminds us why he once won as Oscar. An unusually different film by Scorsese, but one of the best that I have seen in the past two years.

# 6 – The Aviator – No other Scorsese fan is going to rate The Aviator so low. The Aviator is a complete package, story of a nutcase Howard Hughes who was a compulsive businessman. A film maker and a flying enthusiast, he made and broke his empire, displaying the American capitalism of the 40s. Scorsese handled the film with great finesse. It’s good that no other director attempted to bring Hughes on screen because no body could have done such as great job. Di Caprio fit the role like fish to water. Cate Blanchett was particularly impressive as Audrey Hepburn. A psychological drama that puts across the life of an idiosyncratic entrepreneur, The Aviator is truly a collector’s item.

#7 – Casino – Oh! What a film! Casino is the most underrated work of Scorsese. A suave Robert De Niro, a notorious Joe Pesci and a sensuous Sharon Stone bed on a story plot that once again narrates the mastery of Scorsese on criminal films. Casino showcases the working of a casino, money laundering and the conflicts of Robert De Niro who runs a casino. It also has one of my all-time favourite Robert De Niro dialogues where he threatens his wife’s ex-lover: “Next time, carry a gun. You’ll have a chance!” in a typical Robert De Niro fashion. Go for Casino. It’s a typical pot-boiler.

# 8 – Taxi Driver – One of Scrosese’s earliest films, Taxi Driver is a classic now with the famous scene where De Niro looks back and says “Are you talking to me?” repeatedly. The weird character of Robert De Niro is the highlight. He is an insomniac who drives taxi at night and is fascinated by a hooker. He has his views on politics. Watch it for Robert De Niro and how intelligently Scorsese handles character development.


 
These are my top 8 but there are a few more like The Last Temptation of Christ and Kundan that I haven’t watched yet. The Age of Innocence is another film that I watched some time back but there’s nothing home to write about it apart from the fact that it had the best stars of that time in Daniel-Day Lewis and Michelle Pfifer.  Another film could be Robert De Niro starrer The King of Comedy which is a black comedy, but qualifies to be once-in-a-while kind of film.

Anna or no Anna

Posted on August 18th, 2011 by Harsh

Nothing is permanent – Buddha

It was only yesterday that I was intrigued to know ‘Who is Anna?’ May be it had to do with my dad continuously watching TV at full volume for two days without caring to eat a bite (a bit exaggerated) or the protestors that I witnessed on Jail Road near Tihar Jail on my way to office (only a road divides my locality and Tihar Jail), or it could be our good new Facebook which is replete with wall posts unconditionally supporting Anna Hazare.

Anna’s history is interesting. He was inducted into the army at a young age, was a part of the Sino-Chinese war in 1965, volunteered for premature retirement at the age of 39, and returned to his village. He set up a rainwater conservation system in his village to establish a supply of electricity and water and won the trust of the people. May be that was the turning point, and Anna never looked back. He food-fasted his way through the Bal Thackery-BJP government in 1995 and irked the likes of Sharad Pawar. Having gained confidence and unparallel expertise in ‘fast-till-you-can-live’ he moved to Delhi and was instrumental in passing the RTI Bill.
With the Jan Lokpal bill that promises to put an end to corruption, Anna has gained unprecedented mass support and given a few sleepless nights to the UPA, primarily the Gandhis. I still have my concerns how a bill that can be manipulated and rendered ineffective at the convenience of judicial system can really curb corruption. Ok, making a change to the system is the first step, but I would still question the longevity. 

Personally, the support that I see for Anna Hazare especially from the youth is more of a psychological healing for the masses. Having stored tons of frustration, it is an easy outlet. And we always love demeaning any one in power, don’t we? Having said that, I am very neutral and believe it is just a fodder for the media, a well-weaved diversion from other important issues that plague our country, and an impermanent operation that is entertaining millions of us.

I cannot predict how long the protestors would vociferously protest in front of Tihar Jail (I was there last night) but all I can see is an act that makes a bit of sense and lot of non-sense. One thing is for sure, all Saas-Bahu serials and KBCs would record lowest TRPs will the Anna Saga is going on. Good time for brands to shift their loyalties to news channels and make hay whilst the sun shines. And for good times sake, I hope corruption ends too!

Naee Ki Kahani

Posted on August 1st, 2011 by Harsh

It took me several years to understanding the meaning of self-grooming. With men, it’s acquired knowledge unlike women who seem to be born with it. Quite honestly, I still do not see the need of facial/physical grooming when it comes to men. Aren’t we supposed to be brawn and macho who take pride in odd scars and thorn-like stubble. Not for many men, I guess. Into the my 31st year of life, I spent the first 28 getting a Rs 10 haircut from my neighbourhood barber. It’s another story he’s also Rs 50 now; you see he has an air-conditioned salon and the old painting of Amitabh Bachchan has been replaced by a very contemporary signage.

It was two years back when my naee was on a long holiday and my hair became the  center of distraction, I decided to give Looks ( a L’Oreal franchisee) a try. For me, it was a grandeur experience, that defied everything my next door naee would do. The barber at Looks spoke English, and expected to me to speak nothing less than the Queen’s language. He shampooed my hair before he cut it. When he cut it, he asked the style that I wanted. Style? Give me the same style bhaiya! No funky cut! No Fardeen Khan, No Zayed Khan. A good old naee cut. The whole affair cost me Rs 350 and I WAS served a cup of coffee too in nice English crockery.

I have been to Looks quite a few times since then. I have my naee’s mobile number who has now shifted loyalties to Affinity Salon. I dare not go for a cut without his appointment. He is a well-respected man. Till a few years, my take home was lesser than his Rs 4.5 Lakh Package. He is looking at further ‘growth’ and may have more ‘offers’ in hand. He understands hospitality and arranges for an on-the-house massage for me when I am there. Once I am lured, he offers a 30 minute massage for Rs 400. So seduced I am by then, that it is hard to say no to his relaxing magical hands.

Also, Affinity gives me valet parking in a congested area. They gel my hair at the end of the haircut, and show me dozens of styles. Also, my barber is not a naee. He’s a ‘stylist’. Nothing less than a Rohit Bal of fashion industry. If you don’t respect him, you will be off the preferred customer list. Being in good books is important if you want to look good. After all, as they say, how you look is how you feel. I just realized I spend 28 years of my life with low self-esteem. Hail my barber. Hail his scissors and razors!

Just an update on my next-door naee. He ain’t doing bad either. The last time I visited him, he gave me a frown that signalled two arguments: a) you seem to have switched loyalties b) how the hell could you come in without appointment. ‘Masterji’ as we call him is doing brisk business. He has a new colored TV, a nice AC, better seats, and Gillette shaving cream. To my surprise, he gets more customers for facial than hair cut. Grooming is certainly not limited to the well-heeled. Every guy wants to impress girls!

Can’t Die without you!

Posted on June 23rd, 2011 by Harsh

Writing movie reviews (If I dare call myself a critic) sometimes becomes a process where you absorb emotions and the review in itself becomes an outlet. When I say ‘sometimes’, I mean for some kind of movies that are heavy on emotions, which could be of a wide variety. Finding Neverland is a movie that epitomizes love for all in various forms. It celebrates the love for a woman, a man, children, profession, life, people, nature. Just when you think you have answers to most questions in the film, the little boy Peter asks his affable uncle James “Why did my mother have to die?” to which Uncle replies quiet candidly: “I don’t know”. It may be the simplest of the answers to the most complex questions, but it portrays the same state of mind of two people who are about 30 years apart. That we are not permanent here is the harshest of truths that we ever like to face.

I have never liked Johnny Depp so much as I was bowled over by his charm in Finding Neverland. For me it was finding Depp. It’s a pity that he has wasted his talent as Jack Sparrow! Moving to Finding Neverland, it’s a poignant story that begins with dismay of a playwright and perhaps ends with it; it begins with his want for theatrical success and ends with the want of a woman he seemed to love for the better part of the film. The subject of love Sylvia Davies, played by the in-form Kate Winslet, is a widow with 4 boys. Apparently, Sylvia still lives with the grief of her dead husband, and is occupied with the parenting of her 4 sons. Playwright James is the only friend the family seems to have, especially because he is great friends with the boys and enacts plays with them. Having developed great acquaintance with the family and platonic love for Sylvia, James’ own personal life suffers as his wife becomes involved another man. His social life suffers because people doubt his relationship with Sylvia and the boys.

Unflustered, James finds inspiration for his next play from the Davies’ family and starts scripting a play for the coming season. The play producer, played by impressive Dustin Hoffman, initially dislikes the idea of the play, but gives James a go-ahead on his past reputation. James continues to pen his play centred on the concept of Neverland, a place that he had imagined as a child. Sounding more like a piece of fiction and a far cry from conventional plays, the play turns out to be a major success in the early 20th century London.

As James spends more time with the Davies family, Sylvia’s health deteriorates. Eventually she crumbles to her illness, leaving the 4 boys orphaned. James and the boys’ grandmother take the co-parenting of the 4 boys upon Sylvia’s request in the will.
What stands out in the film is Depp’s subtle performance, his meditative addiction to plays, his pure and clean heart. Finding Neverland is a quiet film that may move you, but does turn into a tearjerker, thankfully! It gives an insight into the life of a playwright – his dilemmas, his state of mind, his obsessions, and his calmness amidst surrounding hustle and bustle.

Finding Neverland is good old cinema that can be a good break from wham-bam cinema that overrules us today!

Acquisitive Streak of a Restless Mind

Posted on March 8th, 2011 by Harsh

What intrigues me more? A billionaire investor with an insatiable appetite for acquiring companies, or an entrepreneur par excellence with a rare talent and expertise to build a kingdom? I’d go for the former. If an entrepreneur is the king, then the large-looming investor is the Oracle. If I might add, an investor is the true multiplier of the money that he has/makes/inherits.

While the corporate history and ancient history is replete with those who conquered till their last breath, the modern history has amply exhibited that it is the investors who go on to become the Forbes Czars. Warren Buffet remains the most revered one. Martin Sorrel of WPP is the investor king of marketing. However, the one who takes the cake for me is the underplayed and understated Bernard Arnault of LVMH Group, who owns fashion labels such as Tag Heuer, Dior, Bulgari (it was bought yesterday for USD 2 Billion), Louis Vuitton, Fendi, DK, Moet et Chandon and many others. The LVMH Group does revenues of Euro 20 Billion Dollars, and stands as the biggest fashion conglomerate.

Arnault, unsurprisingly, is the richest man in France and central Europe and the seventh richest in the world. His acquisitive nature is respected and condemned with equal intensity the world over. He has done some hostile takeovers on his way to become a billionaire, and seen some bitter court cases, and won them too. Arnault is now being in the news for bidding for a hostile takeover of fashion marquee Hermes.

Arnault was never a fashion entrepreneur or investor. In fact, he was a French immigrant in the US dealing in real estate. After having accumulated wealth in the US, he returned to his native France on seeing business opportunities in 1984. His first fashion label acquisition was that of a defunct textile company that the French government had put up for sale. Arnault invested USD 15 Million of his own money to acquire the company with an eye on the gem that lied inside: Dior. Having tasted blood very early, and made money on that, Arnault acquired chic French fashion house Louis Vuitton in 1989 after a fierce court battle.

Over the years, Arnault has bought watch brands such as Tag Heuer, Zenith and Hublot; Wine & Spirits like Moet et Chande; Jewellery labels such as Bulgari. Arnault has cleverly and inventively marketed all the acquired brands with a strong intent of marking sales revenue stronger. His team is a champion in upping the sales globally and taking the brands to new, developing markets.

While most investors have been busy preserving the past of the brands, Arnault has turned them around, increased their sales, marketed them better and introduced them in virgin markets.

Arnault is a rare man. He is not just a brilliant investor. He understands the nuances of business, and has a strong command in all function areas. The blue-eyed, grey-haired fashion giant has acquired some of the toughest family-controlled business, and introduced new styles and experimented with unprecedented fashion mantras.

Arnault has created a fashion empire, a conglomerate with presence in almost all countries of the world, and an enviable acquisition strategy that has seen a man with zilch fashion background become the industry’s largest player in 20 years!

The Lasting King…

Posted on March 3rd, 2011 by Harsh

It is not too often that you come across a human figure that defies every principle of humanity, is consumed in self-absorption, and barbarism is his way of life. Real life Ibi Amin may just be a more scary figure than what is depicted by Forest Whittaker in an Academy Award-winning performance in The Last King of Scotland. Whittaker, in all possibilities, has gone as close as any other actor of any age could have. The Last King of Scotland, contrary to the title has nothing to do with the empire of Scotland, but the most tyrannical ruler Uganda has ever seen, and pray never sees again. Amin was accused of killing up to 500,000 people during his regime from 1970-1979. It takes a lot to get into the skin of such a character and to feel him, his way of taking, dressing and overall thinking.

You just can’t be a supreme actor to be portraying what Whittaker does. You need to be mentally strong and well-balanced. The Last King of Scotland can be described as a pacy thriller that hangs on for a few moments. The killings in the film are not ‘in your face’; they happen in the background of the growing friendship between Scottish doctor Garrigan and Amin. Dr Garrigan (a very impressive James MaAvoy who excelled in Atonement) is a young and wild Scottish doctor who is entirely oblivious the politics of third world countries, especially Africa. He comes to Uganda on a mission and finds himself befriending the charming president-general whose wit and humor helps him bond with the ‘white guy’. Upon becoming the personal physician of Imin, he soon finds himself becoming his closest advisor, also surprisingly finding himself negotiating with Austrian foreign minister once.

 

Amidst this awkward growing friendship, Garrigan finds himself being pampered (he receives a convertible Mercedes and wears well-tailored suits), being consultant to a hospital with a little whiff of the atrocities of Imin. He is warned by a British diplomat and even asked to assassinate Imin when Garrigan wishes to leave Uganda but his passport is seized.

The Last King of Scotland is marked with cynical and moronic behaviour of Imin who practices polygamy, declares one of his wives as a bad omen, parties wildly into the night, kills mercilessly (in one scene the mutilated corpse make a doctor puke), negotiates with the Israeli government when a hijacked Air France flight lands in Kampala, and ends up trusting no one including his own instincts.

You cannot watch The Last King of Scotland and just walk away. You will be compelled to know more about the man who brutally crushed a country for nine continuous years, and turned national economy his own pocket money. And we thought the world just had Hitler!

The Irony of Philanthropic India

Posted on January 20th, 2011 by Harsh

What amuses me more? That corporate Indian gets together in a gala event where Karan Johar with his gelled-back hair and Indian-Anglo accent (the reverse order is deliberate) addresses some of the richest people in India, and they in their inimitable style articulate in their own sophisticated manner the poverty of India, or that they collectively do a lot of talking than average doing? I guess it’s a mix of both. Though I exhibit pessimism, I also acknowledge that fact that corporate India is now emerging from its shadows of superficial CSR and finally taking on the centerstage, even if it comes with substantial amount of glamour and repeat media coverage.

Last week, the Economic Times was replete with pictures from the get-together of the corporate world where philanthropy was the key objective, and one business channel has been repeatedly playing the gala event so many times that it may make an entry into the Guinness Books of World Records (since it’s a timekeeper of all weird records) for the ‘Most repeated show’ on TV. Mind you, the event was a media’s delight with the Ambanis, Birlas, Mahindras and Sibals and Rameshs rubbing their shoulders. Sibal also recited a poem which he reportedly wrote on his flight. The poetry did elaborately depict the command of the English language that our distinguished minister has acquired over the years. His speech was inspiring. His tone was full of conviction. It was a 2-minute salutation to our invisible philanthropic initiatives and poor of India. Corporate czars moved the audience with their emotion-filled speeches tailor-made for the occasion. The entire hall echoed the loud applause and the celebration of poor India continued till late in the night, with abundant single malt and exotic food to accompany.

The fact is that poor India is a brand in itself. It is a pulling brand for the likes world-renowned philanthropist in Bill Gates and Warren Buffet (both of them have donated a very significant part of their wealth and take their philanthropy very seriously) over the past few years. Though richest Indians are trying to replicate them, I will always doubt their sincerity till I see real changes. Two men stand out for me: Azim Premji and Shiv Nadar (of HCL). Shiv Nadar recently made it to the front page of a financial daily when he pledged to donate 10% of his income. Premji has silently (and admirably) done a lot in the past decade or so in education. The likes of Sunil Bharti Mittal, who I absolutely admire as a businessman, has been a disappointment in this area. But I give him the benefit of doubt of being the first-generation businessman, and may be his journey has just begun.

Apart from counting the sins of the ‘most privileged’, I guess I need to be talking a bit to the man in the mirror. The fact is that all of us can make our little contributions towards our country and our collective effort may even eclipse the gigantic donations of the rich. We will not get the limelight of extensive media coverage, but if that is one of the reasons to do it, then it may as well not be done.
Cheers to prosperity of India!

Roadway to Kalifornia…

Posted on January 17th, 2011 by Harsh

Some films leave you bewildered, some leave you speechless, some infuse verbal diarrhoea, and some leave you blank. Kalifornia (1993) seems to be an amalgamation of all, starring one of my personal favourites Brad Pitt, his girlfriend of early 90s Juliette Lewis, and a very young David Duchonvy (of X-files fame). The films is centred on Brad Pitt aka Early who is a cold-blooded serial killer and with that mentally disturbed like you can be only in films.

The story is simple. David Duchonvy or Brian along with his girlfriend is doing a research on serial killers. He plans a week-long road trip with his girlfriend Carrie (who is a photographer) to California, and on the way they plan to inspect the infamous scenes of crimes of (in)famous serial killers. Brian plans to write a book on them, while Carrie would click the pics. Since both of them are students, they plan to have two more people along so that the gas price and wheel can be shared. Unfortunately, for them, they end having a pool with Early (a bearded and awkwardly-accented Brad Pitt, a far cry from his Greek god look) and Adele, his girlfriend. Early is a parolee and a serial killer himself, who murders his land-lord just an hour before they begin the ride.

On the road trip, Brian and Carrie are quite taken aback with Early’s odd behaviour and Adele’s childlike demeanour. Brian rubbishes their behaviour as he is very focussed on his book and sharing the gas charges than addressing Carrie’s perpetual anxiety which makes him choose either Early or her at a particular junction on the ride to California. At this point, the story takes a complete turn, as Early takes over the couple at gunpoint and makes them drive and do things as per his will. Things never go Brian and Carrey’s way, as they witness Early’s idiosyncrasies – he callously kills cops, and old man, and comfortably even murders his girlfriend!

Quite predictably, the film ends with Brian killing Early, not before Early has brutally tortured him and Carry and even raped her.
Kalifornia is an out and out Brad Pitt film. The man is stupendous and seamless in portraying the role of a psychic killer. Though Brad Pitt did this film very early in his career (a year before Legends of the Fall), his screen presence is evident and his acting skills come to the fore. It also depicts his versatility and makes him one of the very few Hollywood actors to experiment with various roles. Watch ‘The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford’ and you’ll know what I mean.

Rest of the starcast does a decent job, and they don’t have much to do. Kalifornia would have been passable film had it not been for Brad Pitt.

The Bourne Addiction

Posted on December 28th, 2010 by Harsh

There are few films that are truly addictive and there are some that grow upon you every time you watch them. The Bourne Trilogy (comprising The Bourne Identity, The Bourne Supremacy and The Bourne Ultimatum) for me is one of those rare trilogies that is wholesome, un-melodramatic (which the LOTR trilogy, another favourite of mine, fails to be), and stars a surprise package in Matt Damon, who impresses himself as an imposing action star (with brains) in an age of hulk-like action stars.

It was last weekend that I entertained the thought of watching The Bourne Supremacy once again, and ended up watching all the three parts all over again. For me, the three films remain the best thrillers ever made. I have not read the books, but if they are even half as good then I am sure it is going to be a reader’s delight. The Bourne Series is a traveller’s delight as well. The movie begins in Switzerland, then moves to Paris, to Goa in the second Part and then taking you on a tour to Naples to Berlin to Moscow. The Bourne Supremacy is set in London, Spain, Morocco and finally the US where amnesic Jason Bourne discovers his haunted past.

I won’t be delving into the storyline of the film here, rather discussing the key elements of each part that makes the whole series so compelling yet each film a wonder in its own way. Identity primarily is a precursor to Supremacy and Ultimatum, introducing us to the amazing skills of Jason Bourne – a CIA assassin who can accurately state the weight of a man by merely looking at him, remembers the numbers of the last six cars that he has sighted in the street, uncannily knows where to find a gun around him, and knows at what speed will he run in a certain temperature till his body gives in to the weather. To top that, he can decapitate armed men in a matter of seconds, climb high-rises as comfortable as he can descend them, and deceive them with as much comfort as we poo. Above all, he is on a trail to discover himself, until he learns he is a CIA agent who is now in the firing line of the merciless CIA.

 

Supremacy is an adrenalin-pumping successor to the first instalment where we see Bourne leading a happy life with his partner in Goa until she is killed by a KGB assassin. With no purpose left in India, Bourne embarks on a journey to Europe to find the killer and further discover himself. From one surprise to another, Bourne arrives in Berlin where he has to encounter CIA supremo Pamela Landy. Surviving one attack after another in a profoundly unbelievable manner, Bourne furthers comes to know of himself and the curse that is Operation Treadstone. A victim of CIA bureaucracy, Bourne escapes to Moscow to apologize to the daughter of a Russian minister and his wife who he had killed in a pre-amnesic CIA operation. One of the highlights of the films is a car chase that happens in Moscow when the KGB assassin again gets after him and crashes into a divider in a bid to kill the invincible Bourne. Supremacy also reflects the intelligence of Bourne, and how CIA creates a Frankenstein for itself.

Ultimatum, with brilliantly written screen-played, finally reveals the complete identity of Jason Bourne or David Webb. Cleverly crafted and enviably executed, it brings forth the corrupt and ruthless underbelly of CIA, and source-media relationship. Again action-packed with high drama and edge-of-the-seat plots, Supremacy re-stamps the authority of Jason Bourne and the scars of his antics that haunt the CIA and how desperately they try to eliminate its amnesic insider. In the last instalment, Bourne does get a few sympathisers in Landy and Nikki who also indicates that she earlier had a relationship with Bourne.

After a rollicking trilogy, all I wait for is The Bourne Legacy, due in June 2012 (these guyz are agonizingly slow in making films; imagine they started in 2002). All I can say is that this trilogy is worth watching thrice!
 
 
 

Celebrity Millions

Posted on February 28th, 2009 by Harsh

If you become rich, you are bound to become richer, and if you are celebrity, it is hard to turn into a pauper. How? Courtesy, the media which is always willing to shower you with criticism, praise and money – lots of it! You become a parent, you get millions of dollars to publish your pics in a tabloid or magazine. You get married, and if you are an A-List celebrity, you can earn more than you can spend on your lavish wedding. The latest case has been of one Ms Goody who is suffering from incurable cervical cancer and has earned a cool 700,000 pounds for selling rights for live TV coverage of her wedding! Ms Good has rightfully and understandably stated that the money will be used for her kids’ wedding after she is gone.

The celebrity couples all over the world and Hollywood make babies and money almost instantly. Who can forget the golden couple of Hollywood Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie who pocketed a whopping 7 million pounds for selling rights of pictures of their twins Vivienne Marcheline and Knox Leon. I bow to Brangelina that they donated the whole sum to charity. Brangelina did another lucrative deal when they charged 5 million pounds for shots of their adopted child Pax Thien Jolie-Pitt! Brangelina’s closest rivals have been Marc Anothnoy-JLO who made themselves richer by USD 6 million by selling rights of their twins Max and Emme to People magazine.

Far away from Hollywood, sportspersons have been raking in the moolah as well, and making more money selling photographs than playing sports or doing advertisements. EPL heartthrob and Manchester United star footballer Wayne Rooney made 2.5 millions pounds by letting OK! magazine cover his wedding. David Beckham did fairly well for himself circa 1999 when he sold his wedding pics with Posh Spice for 1 million pounds (that’s peanuts for him) to OK!

Other A-list celebs who have made millions getting married are Demi Moore-Aston Kutcher, and Ava Longoria-Tony Parker. The likes of Matthew McConaughey, and Petr Andre-Jordan have made their millions be making babies.

So, if you are a celebrity, and have gone broke, the formula to get rich again is simple: Make babies or get married, and become a millionaire again!