This one takes the cake. Tom Cruise and Anil Kapoor in the same flick. The latter has what could best be described as a cameo and does not get to interact with the Top Gun himself but his female sidekick, who is trying to disrobe in the midst of turbaned guests. From an impossible plot to scenes from Red Square and Hollywood studioed Kremlin to Dubai and its dust storms to the bustle of Mumbai albeit with Telugu scripts on doorways (man are these gultees now invading Mumbai in droves - displacing the yokels from UP?), this one is a ridiculous comedy of errors that leaves nothing to imagine. Loud explosions and car chases and crashes later we learn that the nuclear codes are once again in the hands of the lunatics with strange accents, rolling around in a tacky mockup of an Indian five star hotel. Secure servers, sewers and clouds not withstanding a person with an English accent magically cracks through the most bizzare firewalls to solve the world's problem (that of getting bl...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!