I see life in frames, I hear it in scripts, I live it in scenes. and…….I rarely review films. Never rate ‘em.
1959
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They mocked it when it dropped.
Too dark, too ahead, too real.
They wanted fantasy. He gave them his autopsy.
S.D. Burman’s music doesn’t play. It bleeds.
“Waqt ne kiya kya haseen sitam”—if you’ve never sat alone at 2AM, chain-smoking heartbreaks while this song plays in the background, you haven’t really watched the film. Meena Kumari was luminous, tragic, divine—all at once. A muse painted with sorrow.
Guru Dutt made art imitate life, but life—oh life had bigger balls.
But…
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