Saturday, 12 April 2014

Movie review by Rashid Irani: Oculus is high on horror

Movie review by Rashid Irani: Oculus is high on horror
Rashid Irani, Hindustan Times   April 12, 2014
First Published: 01:45 IST(12/4/2014) | Last Updated: 09:59 IST(12/4/2014)
Movie: Oculus
Direction: Mike Flanagan 
Actors: Karen Gillan, Brenton Thwaites
Rating: ****  





This surprise packet of a horror chiller marks the arrival of promising newbie director Mike Flanagan. Expanded from his own half-hour short film, Oculus builds up a palpable sense of dread from the get-go. Tantalising the viewers’ imagination without resorting to shock tactics or gratuitous violence, Flanagan gets more scares from an antique mirror than most genre directors can scrape together with ghouls, gore and what have you. 

Serving also as the film’s editor, the auteur adroitly melds events occurring in parallel time frames 11 years apart.  The set-up is simple but it would be futile to expect clear-cut explanations for the supernatural elements here.  

A decade after the mysterious death of their parents, 20-something siblings (Gillan-Thwaites) set out to investigate the malevolent forces unleashed by a century-old mirror in their family home. 

It seems that their parents (Katee Sackhoff-Rory Cochrane) had inexplicably gone berserk under the influence of the demonic mirror.  Now, the focus is on the psychological impact of the tragedy on the two parentless siblings who have to relive their childhood nightmare. 




Low on special effects but high on horror and intrigue, here’s a rare small-scaled Hollywood film which delivers the goods and how.  Karen Gillan is outstanding as the sister determined to unravel the mystery. Brenton Thwaites is equally impressive as her beleaguered brother.

The sparse background music score by The Newton Brothers is extremely effective. A compelling experiment in terror, Oculus is a must-experience.


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Source: http://www.hindustantimes.com/

Sunday, 6 April 2014

Koyal Rana Wins Miss India 2014 Title; Complete List of Winners

Koyal Rana Wins Miss India 2014 Title; Complete List

 of Winners








Koyal Rana won the coveted Miss India 2014 crown on Saturday night in a glittering ceremony, beating 24 other contestants from across the country.
Last year's winner Navneet Kaur Dhillion and Miss World 2013 Megan Young crowned Rana the new Femina Miss India 2014.
Sobhita Dhulipala crowned the first runner-up Jhataleka Malhotra and Zoya Afroz did the honours for second runner-up Gail Nicole Da Silva.
Rana will represent India at the Miss World international beauty pageant this year.
The top five finalists (in random order) are Gail Nicole Da Silva, Jhataleka Malhotra, Koyal Rana, Lopamudra Raut and Nikhila Nandgopal.
The panel of judges are actors Abhay Deol, Jacqueline Fernandez, Vidyut Jamwal, Aditi Rao Hydari, Malaika Arora Khan, fashion designer Manish Malhotra, rapper Yo Yo Honey Singh, Miss World 2013 Megan Young and boxer Vijender Singh. 
The event will be broadcast on Colors Television on 13 April starting from 7 pm, according to the official Twitter page.
Check out the complete list of sub contest winners here:


Miss Multimedia: Irshikaa Mehrotra
Miss Beauty With Purpose: Koyal Rana
Miss Fashion Icon: Jantee Hazarika
Miss Vivacious: Tenneti Joga Bhanu
Miss Healthy Skin: Koyal Rana
Miss Timeless Beauty: Gail Dasilva
Miss Adventurous: Yoshiki Sindhar
Miss Beautiful Hair: Nikhila Nandgopal
Miss Congeniality: Aarpita Kaur
Miss Active: Nikhila Nandgopal
Miss Lifestyle: Sathitya Jagannathan
Miss Talented:  Deepti Sati
Miss Body Beautiful: Lopamudra Raut
Miss Rampwalk: Varsha Gopal
Miss Photogenic: Jantee Hazarika
Miss Beautiful Smile: Irshikaa Merhotra
Miss Waterbaby:  Mansi Grewal
Miss Iron Maiden: Deepti Sati
Miss Sudoku: Malati Chahar
Miss National Costume: Jhataleka Malhotra

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source: http://www.ibtimes.co.in/

Friday, 4 April 2014

Why Johnny Depp Is Wearing Amber Heard's Engagement Ring April 4, 2014

Why Johnny Depp Is Wearing Amber Heard's Engagement Ring April 4, 2014 By MICHAEL ROTHMAN

Thursday, 3 April 2014

I Hope James Franco Is a Creep

I Hope James Franco Is a Creep By Katy Waldman



478777695-james-franco-visits-the-tonight-show-starring-jimmyPhoto by Theo Wargo/NBC/Getty Images for The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon

James Franco, I hope you are so creepy.



I do not talk to God about much of anything and especially not James Franco, and yet I found myself saying a prayer this afternoon. I’d just read an account of how Franco allegedly sent a series of Instagram DMs and texts to a Scottish teenager earlier this week, asking her for her number and whether he should rent a hotel room. They met-cute: As Jezebel relates, the girl, 17, took a video of Franco outside his Broadway show, Of Mice and Men, and he told her to tag him. Then he sent her a selfie to get the seduction ball rolling, and they started messaging, and now we have all these Franconian words of love to pore over, such as “do you have a bf” and “don’t tell.”
That is really creepy, James Franco. It looks, for all intents and purposes, like you just endeavored to pick up a random 17-year-old via Instagram. (“I’ll come back when I’m 18,” the girl wrote at one point. Seventeen is New York's official age of consent.) Except as various colleagues—and Jezebel—pointed out when the “news” broke today, Franco coincidentally has a movie waiting in the wings that concerns a beautiful young soccer player who falls for her high school coach. So maybe he staged the entire thing—including the vague Twitter denial and Instagram profile update—as performance art, to get us thinking about illicit love/buying tickets for his movie.
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Which brings me to my afternoon prayer: Please God, let James Franco just be a creep.
When Shia LaBeouf twice decided to wear a paper bag over his head, seemingly in response to a plagiarism scandal, Franco made a familiar grab for the spotlight, taking to the New York Times to pronounce “Mr. LaBeouf’s project” a “worthy one.” “Performance art” allows a “film actor” to reclaim “a little bit of power over his image,” Franco celebri-splained. “Participating in this call and response is a kind of critique, a way to show up the media by allowing their oversize responses to essentially trivial actions to reveal the emptiness of their raison d’être.” Franco, of course, is an actor with a long, nettlesome history of trying to reveal the emptiness of some person or another’s raison d’être. He pens New York Times tracts about the “meaning of the selfie” (“Attention is power” and, also, it’s frustrating when fans on Instagram like your topless glamour shot but ignore your photo of Charles Simic’s Collected Poems) and is always either getting a poetry MFA, a Yale Ph.D., holding gallery shows, or performing in an indie music band. When he co-hosted the Oscars, it wasn’t for the spotlight or the status—we could only assume that it was a stunt. For art.  
But here’s the thing. If Franco’s Instagram flirtation is performance, it is deeply, deeply tired. Can celebrities ever really achieve authenticity? Is all the world a stage? What is the value/cost of testing the edges of romantic convention, in a knowing way, for art? What is art? Who am I? God, JF, you were so much more tolerable as the poufy-lipped nothingvillain in Spider-Man.   


In a wonderful essay for New York magazine subtitled, “How Twitter Hijacked My Mind,” Kathryn Schulz proposes that steady attention to a person is kindness and steady attention to an idea is intellectual labor. Franco’s self-regarding “projects” are basically him being very kind to a


person named James Franco while pretending that he is probing an idea (Franco-ness?) and that somehow this might result in anyone’s intellectual growth. On the other hand, if the actor simply wanted to Insta-score with a woman half his age, that is sketchy, inappropriate, embarrassing, human, and maybe even understandable. Here’s hoping James Franco is a creep. 

source: http://www.slate.com/