tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15324170.post5031436954723973985..comments2008-05-08T02:11:42.746-04:00Qalandarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08822440676942755461noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15324170.post-63946510123156700312008-05-08T02:11:00.000-04:002008-05-08T02:11:00.000-04:00Q<BR/><BR/>Wonderful review. You are right. Those two scenes are quite enough for any Santoshi fans. No one has canned impotency of stardom so effectively before.Grey Hat Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04261928194582357234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15324170.post-44450532139271227532008-01-18T00:49:00.000-05:002008-01-18T00:49:00.000-05:00Halla Bol could have been an incisive yet sensitive essay on celluloid. The subject couldnt be defined singularly, and therein lies the film's weakness and Santoshi's failure. Gripping moments, playing to the gallery, do not make a complete film, let alone a good one, but they certainly do help. Santoshi seems to be more focused on those moments as opposed to developing the nuances along with a tighter screenplay that made Khakee an engrossing yet entertaining offereing. <BR/><BR/>In defence of Santoshi, the subject, universally relevant in a world bent upon narcissm and consumerism, was too grandiose to be married off to a masala film format. Add a spiritual element to it, and the filmi dish became too heavy to digest with popcorn, candy and fizzy drinks for company. However the flaws stand out regardless of the complexities of the subject script...the director in Santoshi fails to deliver as well, though not to the extent as Santoshi the writer.Omernoreply@blogger.com