Ranjan Das
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Screen Savour: When Reel is very real

In a country blooming with different cine award functions that grace television screens, each competing with the other in glitz and endorsements, resplendent with smiling faces of dashing stars in

Screen Savour: Get creeped out

In Anthony Minghella’s The Talented Mr.

SCREENsavour: Point & shoot

The euphoria being created by the media and government surrounding the recent visit of the Israeli prime minister Benjamin Netanyahu — a first such visit by an Israeli head of state to our country

Screen Savour: India calling

Australian director Baz Luhrmann, while discussing his 2001 musical Moulin Ro­uge, acknowledged the influence Bollywood had on his film: “…2000 members, hi­gh comedy, high tragedy, br­other kills b

From a technician to a storyteller

More than twenty years ago just before Hum Aap Ke Hain Koun was released, a song from the film featuring Madhuri Dixit began to run on television screens which became a cult immediately after the f

SCREENsavour: Blunder averted

Despite his affection for the Premchand short story that Ray nurtured for a long time, wanting to turn it into a Hindi film if he ever made any, Shatranj Ke Khilari (1977) almost never got made.

Screen Savour: Any takers?

Born in 1914 in Moscow to an Indian Sufi spiritualist father and an American mother, Noor Inayat Khan — a descendant of Tipu Sultan grew up in a Parisian suburb, writing and publishing children’s s

SCREENsavour: Write or wrong

Do you know of any good writer?’ is an oft repeated query by a lot of filmmakers and producers trying to work up scripts for their feature films.

Spot the difference

Akshay Kumar’s gushing tribute to Amitabh Bachchan during the closing ceremony of the 48th International Film Festival of India (IFFI) held in Goa recently generated equally gushing reports in diff

SCREENsavour: The burden of greatness

“…Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain / You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today / And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you / No on

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