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Is Indian Cinema sabotaging the stand of Woman? Let’s see through the story of Lipstick Under My Burkha

  Lipstick Under My Burkha With the advent of the term “ Feminism ”, the stakes of the women in our nation is somehow getting its due place up in the male dominated sphere. The major point in the discussion is the very longing fact that, the sexual urge and the visual pleasure is atrociously carried upon the name tag of Women as an object rather than giving them their self-credit, the space that is kept void for years under the sheet of obscenity. We are still on the same road with Bollywood trying to make a difference, the difference in bashing the voice of the so-called feminist ideologist. India is a democratic country with the freedom of speech and expression but the irony speaks itself aloud. Still we have the male gaze right above, suppressing the female flare. The country is divided harshly into the tone of disrespect, the anguish that persists till the Industry blindfolds itself towards the equality and the liberty. We are fearful or rather we are intentionally driving the se
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Uncut Gems: Safdie Brothers channels the predicament of Greed through the taut portrayal of Howard

  Scene from UNCUT GEMS The moment the arc of the character comes into the stage, the momentum of the diluted world gets earthly reflected through the eyes of Howard Ratner , a charismatic Jewelry Shop Owner with the layers of gore and subtle vulnerability in its stand. The structure of the character is precisely brought to live with its revelations, actions and consequences blending together to make a flavorful platter cutting the edge through time. This 2hr 15 min, taut ride of self-realization and spine-chilling revelations are the key notes of Uncut Gems that took Safdie Brothers 10 years to give shape. They eventually wrote about 160 drafts, and 80 plus storyboard designs till embracing the final look. Josh and Benny Safdie in an interview, revealed that the casting for the Movie was the most intriguing at the same time gruesome part, where from Kobe Bryant to Kevin Garnett , measuring the scale of the character arc, they had to change the Draft before staying true to Kevi

Unfreedom Review: It questions the boundary of Human ideology with Freedom serving as the stand

  Scene from Unfreedom Let’s talk about taboo that are very well persistent in our society that summons it up in a form of a filthy channel, they close their eyes, they fear to open it, as if it’s a dilapidated reality but its real we have to face it. That’s the only way to make the world get to its feet and cherish the color  that symbolizes the pattern of rainbow, and which further puts the ideology of love without the sense of boundary. I can fall in love with a boy, a girl can kiss a girl, they can hold hands and have their future on the stand, who the hell is the society, the people with sheer sense of atrocity against the purest form of human relationship – “ Love .” Love has no walls, no boundary, its there within us and will persist irrespective of the Gender that come as the priority, homosexual is not a disease, its who they are, and will be. Believe me the irony of the situation is pretty clear, we are free from the law that perish our self-nurtured reality, its Section-377

Drive Review: Drive surfaces the glimpses of grim yet holds the chords of affection in a subtle rhythm

Still from Drive  We look around the vast green fields that exhibits the moral touch of versatility, with the surrounding that nourishes through, its flavour of glee that flows through our veins each passing moment. Its that ecstatic touch that drives us onto the edges of morality with the pinch of hope and trust on its surface. We are alive standing in that same field of life with the beauty that surrounds us, the air that blows through the face, touching the hair and evoking a bliss that lasts forever in our hearts. We strangle through the barriers that steps in the front gear, resisting the breath every moment but the trust, the hope and the love never perishes, it’s the immortal entity that puts forth the surreal touch onto our life. We fall, we cry, we scream, we hide but we never look down, indeed w hold the hold firmly never letting it go and thus the strong aren’t loosened, are hopes aren’t diminishing, our love stands still and drives the essence on the narrow track of grim fa

Five Feet Apart dwells on the emphasis of survival surfacing its rhythm aesthetically grounded in emotions

Still from Five Feet Apart The moments we dream, we look around we admire the colours that surface our belongings, its ecstatic, its gleeful, its us who make them beautiful. We make promises to never let go, the beautiful and the closest thing of our life but it’s the saying- “ Time overshadows the most valuable assets of your life, and as you wake up to reality it’s gone" . We dwell into the surface of underlying emotions only when they are gone, gone forever, essence leaves from its body, emptiness surrounds the space leaving it void eventually. We are no one to question death, we are mortal, who knows we are just one inch away from losing the body that carried dreams, life and morality to its existence. Its distinctively grim to carry on our death on our shoulders, waiting each day to end and let the body to leave to soul from the painful abyss reality where we ponder our hearts waking each day to hold out nerve and to solace our soul that “ Not Today ’, its harsh, it’s the

6 BALLOONS dwells into the hollow facets of addiction yet keeping the rhythm symbolically beautiful

Still from 6 Balloons The glimpses of our surrounding nature are tentatively the reflection of our life which is subtly beautifully and this are the moments we crave and cherish all way through. It stirs into our life an essence of glee and varied channels of emotions, but it’s our body which corresponds to who the changes that dwells into. Addiction is the syllable that grips our body firmly and never let’s go, it puts us into the dark abyss reality narrowing the channels of existence and harbouring over are the walls of dilapidated morality. Heroin, Marijuana, Oxycodone , are some of the lethal drugs which are somehow or the other gazing our eyes towards the distinctive threshold of death , closing the layers distinctively and awakening us to the edges of segregation from our body and our relationship. Its rushing into our veins, narrowing the lines of insanity and broadening the walls of inexistence. It’s the life which is metaphorically is a boat , which measures our survi

"KHOYA" Review: Khoya tries to portray the dilapidated reality in a subtle tone but fails to spread its wings wide open

Still from "KHOYA" Showcasing the glimpses of the earthly memories and dwelling into the aroma of nostalgia , puts every piece of out life together. We have our parents beside us, it’s all grounded to reality and is the most subtle yet beautiful feeling that can’t be expressed in words. We push our self to the edges; we fall yet we are aware of our surrounding that we have the biggest hope standing there to protect us. The syllable Adoption even if it caters various layers of emotion in a child’s life, it surreal to witness what the disruptive phase the kid has to go through, it embarks through the ages perishing and thus severance. Yet been a kid, holding their hands firmly and crawling through the lanes are the memories we cherish the most and those are the one which undoubtedly puts smile onto our face, putting layer of glee for us to wander. It’s a futile domain where we persist, which leads us onto the gloomy abyss reality that puts onto its edges various question