What's more bizarre is that his fans are protesting. Hello people don't know him outside of South Asia! Besides he's just going through what millions of other people with Muslim names go through.
In what seems to be a totally genius idea, Kylie Minogue will be recording a song written by none other than A.R. Rahman. The Australian pop nymphet is currently in Mumbai filming the song and dance number alongside Akshay Kumar in the Bollywood movie Blue.
I don’t know about you, but I love Kylie. Her over-the-top dance numbers, cheesy pop lyrics, sparkly costumes, and incessant toothy grin seem perfect for the likes of Bollywood. Plus she survived being dumped by Oliver Martinez, battling cancer, and at 40 she’s dating a hot male model 10 years her junior and dancing alongside Akshay Kumar. If that isn’t a Bollywood ending I don’t know what is.
Woo!! Slumdog Millionaire CLEANED up at the Oscars!!! Just as in the movie, in real life the underdog came out on the top. Not only was the movie almost relegated to direct-to-video, the cast is almost entirely unknown (except for Anil Kapoor and only amongst Desis), and most of Danny Boyle’s movies have been commercial flops. This is definitely one time when Oscar got it right.
In other Slumdog news, Nicole from the Pussycat Dolls has announced that she is recording her own mix of the song “Jai Ho.”. Apparently she found the movie “spiritually uplifting.” Wow, I can’t wait to hear that piece of crap!!!
And finally it what is a surprise to no one, bitterella Salman Rushdie proves again that he is an imbecile. In critiquing Slumdog Millionaire, Rushdie says that the movie is “full of impossibilities.” No shit Sherlock!!!! It’s a movie!!! Besides the idea of a 60 something, chubby, balding, short writer marrying a gorgeous model seems next to impossible but it happened. Thanks Einstein for the rousing critique.
OK, I’m no fan of the circus that is the Oscars. It’s contrived, pretensions and boring at best. But if you’re any kind of desi at all you will be glued to your TV this Oscar season to watch and see what becomes of Slumdog Millionaire’s TEN nominations.
The list includes
·Best Director
·Best Adapted Screenplay
·Best Cinematography
·Best Picture
·Best Score
·Best Song
Alright outside of Slumdog’s nominations, most of the ceremony may still put you to sleep. One can only hope that Sean Penn punches a cameraman and hurls obscenities. Either way, you had better tune in!
The 81st Annual Academy Awards airs February 22 at 8pm EST. For more info check out www.oscar.com.
Has Amithabh Bachan’s outsized ego finally exploded out of his head? On his blog the “King” of Bollywood says:
“SM [Slumdog Millionaire] projects India as [a] third-world, dirty, underbelly developing nation and causes pain and disgust among nationalists and patriots, let it be known that a murky underbelly exists and thrives even in the most developed nations……..It's just that the SM idea, authored by an Indian and conceived and cinematically put together by a westerner, gets creative globe recognition. The other would perhaps not."
I’m confused Amitabh, are you pissed because you didn’t get nominated for your song and dance number in Kajre Re??
The idea that the film is only getting press because there’s a Western director is absurd. What about Mira Nair? Were you asleep when she was nominated for an Oscar? The reality is that there haven’t been many Indian directors that are capable of not only making a non-masala film, but bringing it to a large audience.
The reality as we all know is that India does have a dark side founded on corruption and baksheesh. There is a huge percentage of the population that lives beneath the poverty level and yet many people (some in my own family) want to pretend it doesn’t exist. The fact that Bachan loves playing the hero in Bollywood films is probably the same reason he hates Slumdog. Why portray anything real, when you can gloss it over with songs, dancing and predictable story lines? We’ve all seen the beggars with limbs missing, the child servants, the animals on the street, and the filth, and you’re lying if you haven’t.
What's even more silly is the expectation that one film is supposed to represent all of India? Is Revolutionary Road supposed to represent every marriage? Is Amelie supposed to represent France? Is ABCD supposed to represent every American-born Indian? The implication that any form of art is supposed to represent an entire group of people is a completely ignorant and absurd assertion.
What’s amazing about this film, is how Danny Boyle takes these seemingly negative elements and weaves a visually stunning rags-to-riches fairy tale where love triumphs all. If that isn’t Bollywood I don’t know what is. So do us all a favor Amitabh and suck it.
Padma Lakshmi is the latest spokesperson for Pantene Pro-V. As an avid watcher of “Top Chef”, I can attest to the fact that I am extremely envious of Padma’s luscious locks. If Pantene can do that for me, I’m in.
M.I.A. is so fucking bad-ass she is actually performing onstage at the Grammy Awards on her due date!!! WHAT??? Wouldn’t it be cool if she went into labor onstage?
Miss Maya is nominated for “Record of the Year” for “Paper Planes”. According to reports, she has been asked to perform with Jay-Z, jailbird TI, and Lil Wayne on“Swagga Like Us”.
I don’t know about you, but I think this might be the most interesting thing to happen at the Grammys since Eminem performed with Elton John.
Oftentimes fusion food can be soooooo contrived and predictable. So I was presently surprised by Elettaria, where I finally dined on Sunday after much anticipation. Chefs Akhtar Newab and Noel Cruz seem to be more influenced by their Asian-American (India and Philippines, respectively) upbringings more than by a specific desire to cook “fusion” food. The first generation boys use the spices of their respective homelands, while still acknowledging their American upbringings.
I had the triggerfish with sunchoke fondue, ravoli and papadum. When’s the last time you had that at a fusion restaurant? I’m guessing never, which is exactly what I loved about Elettaria. The combination of European, American, and Indian elements was well-executed and blended in such a way I hardly thought of it as fusion. I finished off with the milk doughnuts served with ginger custard and chai gelato. I was licking the plate clean it was so good.
Tres delicious.
Elettaria, 33 West 8th Street, New York, NY. Tel: 212-677-3833www.elettarianyc.com
Yesterday on Oprah, the talk show high priestess interviewed young millionaires including Gurbkash Chawal. The desi boy is living the high life after selling his company for millions at the ripe old age of 18. And ladies, he’s still single! And cute! Pretty impressive to say the least, especially considering I spent most of 18 being hungover.
Playing the guitar with their penises, threats of jail, homosexual acts, and dogs eating camel carcass, stolen passports, and crazy promoters. All in a days work for Atlanta band Black Lips. After being kicked out of India, for a plethora of shenanigans, the Black Lips share their experience on tour in India with spin magazine. Check out the article here www.spin.com
He’s whack. He’s Desi. And he’s not fucking around. I’m talking about King Khan. Born Arish Khan, he’s Canadian, German, Indian, and maybe part alien. I had the pleasure of seeing him last summer at McCarren Pool in Brooklyn, and I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or puzzled. Although I’m sure he has plenty of words to describe his music, his James Brown-meets-60’s boy band, complete with dancing backup cheerleaders, is a mashup the likes of which most people have never seen.
And let’s not forget the gold lame cape, gold chain headpiece, and gold panties. Now that’s an act you can’t forget.
I hate midtownNew York as much as the next person. Lame-o tourists, excessively, bright neon lights, and some dude trying to get me to go to a comedy show, is not my idea of a good time. Thankfully there’s finally a respite from hell known as midtown. Aspen Social Club is a comfy Colorado ski lodge right in the art of the Big Apple.
The themed bar is located in hotelier extraordinaire Vikram Chatwal’s new hotel Stay. Frankly, I can’t imagine why anyone would want to stay anywhere near Times Square, but I digress.
The rugged menu features such RockyMountain favorites as Elk Sausage Cranberry Compote, Trout Taco, Colorado Lamb Lollipops, and a tribute to former Aspen denizen, Hunter S. Thompson, a shot of Bailey’s topped off with Chivas Regal.
While, I’m definitely not trekking to Times Square just to hang out in a faux ski lodge, the next time I have to take an out-of-town friend/relative to a Broadway play, you know where I’ll be afterwards getting toasted.
This is amazing. I cut and pasted it from www.marieclaire.com
"Vigilantes in Pink
Fed up with abusive husbands and corrupt officials, India's poorest women are banding together, taking up arms, and fighting back. Even more shocking than the pink saris they wear: Their quest for justice is actually working.
By Jan Goodwin
In the hot, dusty district of Banda, situated in India's remote, rural north, acts of domestic abuse among the region's poorest are as commonplace as electricity outages and child marriages. And yet three years ago, when Sampat Pal Devi learned that a friend had been beaten by her alcoholic husband and that the local police, chronically indifferent to violence against women, had looked the other way, something inside her snapped.
Incensed, the 47-year-old mother of five gathered dozens of her female neighbors, armed them with sticks, and taught them how to fight back. Together, the self-declared Gulabi Gang, or "pink gang" (for the candy-colored saris that double as their makeshift uniforms), have beaten up accused rapists, profligate officials, and husbands who've abandoned their wives.
Last year, they even intercepted a group of black marketers pilfering from a local food bank. In this rigidly patriarchal region, where members of the lowest class earn as little as 75 cents a day, vigilantism, according to Devi, is the only way to empower women. "With no income and no skills, this is a desperate situation," Devi explains. "Women are completely vulnerable."
That's no longer entirely true, thanks to Devi and her ragtag band of unlikely warriors, who now number in the hundreds. (So popular are these local folk heroes that neighborhood shops can't keep up with the demand for pink saris, which women in surrounding villages have taken to wearing in support of their Banda sisters.) Devi says there are fewer rapes in the area now and more girls attending school. "We don't use violence much anymore," Devi says, beaming. "Now just our name and that we are coming are enough."
OK, Frieda and Dev do not make the best couple, but leave other than that, this movie is fucking amazing. With music by A.R. Rahman and M.I.A., a stellar cast (including Anil Kapoor) and the GENIUS Danny Boyle directing, this movie does not disappoint. It's nice to see a mainstream movie that shows the not so pretty movie. And unlike the typical Bollywood Blockbuster, I actually enjoy seeing the boy get the girl.