Just happened to watch a movie called "One Last Time". Its a 8 minute short movie about drugs and the affect on young guy.
The movie has been written and directed by a debutant director. But it does not seem so. It looks very good for a first timer. And especially when he started out with just a part script and no proper story board. The movie stars new comers Anish TG and Sinoy Xavier and the director himself in a small role. But the actors have put up very good performances.
It could definitely have an impact on the youth. Even if the movie acdtually does not manage to make people quit drugs, it can make people start using it. Beautifully depicts the life of an addict and the pleasure he derives out of these drugs.
All in all a super movie. A must watch. Its available on Youtube. Do check it out.
Having said all this lemme reveal to all you people, that the director is ME..
Please do watch the movie and let me know your valuable suggestions and comments.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lQwlk7rZO4
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Sunday, February 10, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Why Meet At all
A bit too late for this review I know. But then most people have been talking about a wonderful movie. Here is my take on it.
Enter chocolate face hero.. Err I mean exit... Business collapse ho gaya. Wow. Bhaago zindagi se bhaago. A serious looking face(supposedly) and a frown to go with it. Even my mum could put up a better face and especially when I run away from home(hmmm err yeah to office) without having breakfast. Chocolate face walks and walks. Obviously its his gal friends wedding too... Bhagwaan jab deta hai to deta chappad phaad ke. Closeup Chatrapathi shivaji terminus platform number 6. Enter the new train. Obviously AC compartment only, especially when you dont have a ticket and the train is empty naa. Focus shift, enter whitewashed face heroin... Err or enter her saaman(Wicked mallus, please read as luggage) first into the moving train.. "I never missed a train all my life". Continuous speaking ensues for the next 10 minutes. Lot of jokes supposedly... I heard laughter from a handful of people around the theatre.. Cool man Army School never did any good to my hindi??? Huh... Followed by 2 hours of absolute entertainment(Ok so what if only a dozen people understood most of the jokes).
Some immortal conversations.
"Mein Karate Brown Belt hoon"
*hero is thinking obviously*"Nahi mein tumhe rape karne wala nahi hoon"
"Tum chaaho tho bhi nahi kar sakte" :p:p
"Nahi mujhe nahi karni tumhari rape" //Huh even I would'nt do it//
"are tumhari wajah sei mein aaj zindaa hoon god damn it"*Taaliyaa Taaliyaa. what an emotional outburst, brought tears to my eyes :p*
Finally I went home... I entered my bed room. I took out shwetha's photo(Yeah, I loved her long long back. Err she never did, though :p:p). I lit a match stick and burnt the picture. Put the remains in the closet and flushed her away from my life.... Oh really made me feel better... I've been crying all night god-dam it... Imtiaz bhai, if ever I meet you, maa kasam, you are dead!!!!
PS: Who cares, it was the project party fund.
PPS: But errr, Forum to Home- Auto 120RS :'(
Enter chocolate face hero.. Err I mean exit... Business collapse ho gaya. Wow. Bhaago zindagi se bhaago. A serious looking face(supposedly) and a frown to go with it. Even my mum could put up a better face and especially when I run away from home(hmmm err yeah to office) without having breakfast. Chocolate face walks and walks. Obviously its his gal friends wedding too... Bhagwaan jab deta hai to deta chappad phaad ke. Closeup Chatrapathi shivaji terminus platform number 6. Enter the new train. Obviously AC compartment only, especially when you dont have a ticket and the train is empty naa. Focus shift, enter whitewashed face heroin... Err or enter her saaman(Wicked mallus, please read as luggage) first into the moving train.. "I never missed a train all my life". Continuous speaking ensues for the next 10 minutes. Lot of jokes supposedly... I heard laughter from a handful of people around the theatre.. Cool man Army School never did any good to my hindi??? Huh... Followed by 2 hours of absolute entertainment(Ok so what if only a dozen people understood most of the jokes).
Some immortal conversations.
"Mein Karate Brown Belt hoon"
*hero is thinking obviously*"Nahi mein tumhe rape karne wala nahi hoon"
"Tum chaaho tho bhi nahi kar sakte" :p:p
"Nahi mujhe nahi karni tumhari rape" //Huh even I would'nt do it//
"are tumhari wajah sei mein aaj zindaa hoon god damn it"*Taaliyaa Taaliyaa. what an emotional outburst, brought tears to my eyes :p*
Finally I went home... I entered my bed room. I took out shwetha's photo(Yeah, I loved her long long back. Err she never did, though :p:p). I lit a match stick and burnt the picture. Put the remains in the closet and flushed her away from my life.... Oh really made me feel better... I've been crying all night god-dam it... Imtiaz bhai, if ever I meet you, maa kasam, you are dead!!!!
PS: Who cares, it was the project party fund.
PPS: But errr, Forum to Home- Auto 120RS :'(
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