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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gjZOeZNela9vvdcU1zUMLHrBDLI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gjZOeZNela9vvdcU1zUMLHrBDLI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/p0z56AYusA4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/11/julie-julia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cEQ3c6cSp7ImA9WxNbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-318013480236230847</id><published>2009-11-15T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:23:22.919-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-15T06:23:22.919-08:00</app:edited><title>Network (1976)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/318013480236230847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=318013480236230847" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/318013480236230847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/318013480236230847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/3TjECAQOKZc/network-1976.html" title="Network (1976)" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SwANDlvyvbI/AAAAAAAAcWU/8iHu2Qnj18c/s72-c/network-movie-poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">This movie was engrossing from the start. An old news reporter planning to commit a suicide on national tv in front of millions of viewers, because he was fired and had nothing going for himself other than the job! I was hoping it was not another hero hiralal! :) Far from it actually - it was more like a Madhur Bhandarkar film in many ways* - it had a STRONG female lead and mocked the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lBlZ7Q0mJQ4eTZi_-w8jsAtUKvw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lBlZ7Q0mJQ4eTZi_-w8jsAtUKvw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/3TjECAQOKZc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/11/network-1976.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQ386cCp7ImA9WxNVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-556283798071751621</id><published>2009-10-28T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:33:22.118-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T01:33:22.118-07:00</app:edited><title>Groundhog Day</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/556283798071751621/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=556283798071751621" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/556283798071751621?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/556283798071751621?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/9_zsllH--lc/groundhog-day.html" title="Groundhog Day" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SugBrjk8WVI/AAAAAAAAZPU/iEX1XTc4Sqs/s72-c/ghday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">This is an old one, but I managed to watch it only recently. Its a hilarious movie - mushy and cute, but am guessing mush-hating guys could like it too.What I dont understand is - how come this movie doesnt have a Bollywood copy? It has ample scope for mirch masala.If like me, you have missed this one all these years, please go ahead and check it out.[Spoiler ahead]I loved the scene where Bill 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Is88UPgWCa4n2oKjsa48bmqgqZM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Is88UPgWCa4n2oKjsa48bmqgqZM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/9_zsllH--lc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/10/groundhog-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BRHs4cSp7ImA9WxNQGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-5112147830993566765</id><published>2009-09-24T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:17:35.539-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T07:17:35.539-07:00</app:edited><title>Yeh mera India</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/5112147830993566765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=5112147830993566765" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/5112147830993566765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/5112147830993566765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/64EFsH9ZAMU/yeh-mera-india.html" title="Yeh mera India" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/Srtzl0t6oII/AAAAAAAAM00/wwLexRygcEQ/s72-c/yeh-mera-india.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">It's an Indianized version of Crash. There are so many stories running in parallel (similar to Mumbai meri jaan), but somehow the movie seemed complete, with no questions left unanswered. Some characters seemed exaggerated - like those of Perizaad Zorabian or Milind Gunaji or Rajat Kapoor; but on the other hand character's of Anupam Kher, Seema Biswas and Sarika seemed so real.I don't know what 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KADCgG5cG1nRg1H7LBGEAjohvt8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KADCgG5cG1nRg1H7LBGEAjohvt8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/64EFsH9ZAMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeh-mera-india.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMDQXY8eSp7ImA9WxNQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-8266575654547329322</id><published>2009-09-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:14:30.871-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T05:14:30.871-07:00</app:edited><title>Up</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/8266575654547329322/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=8266575654547329322" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/8266575654547329322?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/8266575654547329322?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/dAVur_cxFTQ/up.html" title="Up" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SrpIwHQUpLI/AAAAAAAAM0o/VQ5XKHRmerM/s72-c/up.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">The name is short and sweet and so is the movie. It's a gzip of a normal persons life - a person who appears to be simple, laid back, but who is adventurous at heart. Yeah, there are MANY implementation related questions I have about his adventure, but well, who cares how he does it when it looks like so much fun!Like all Pixar movies, the movie makes you laugh, cry and happy.[Spoiler alert]I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UrNOHwaMj09lP_thShzuiTpjWKM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UrNOHwaMj09lP_thShzuiTpjWKM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/9GHiUVc0vEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/09/district-9.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CR305fip7ImA9WxNREkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-5394508128614268650</id><published>2009-09-06T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:29:26.326-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-06T08:29:26.326-07:00</app:edited><title>Kaminey!!!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/5394508128614268650/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=5394508128614268650" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/5394508128614268650?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/5394508128614268650?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/RAEqBM8nHdA/kaminey.html" title="Kaminey!!!" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SqPVOItBKDI/AAAAAAAAMxo/f4jtlhr3wdo/s72-c/kaminey-official-website.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Its quite frustrating when you look forward to a movie, and don't get to watch it for months after its release (in this case due to the Swine flu scare). Not only do you not get to watch it, you also get to read reviews, which you try and skip.. But how do you escape status messages and tweets?? Well, finally the problem is solved - and I have watched the film! :)Firstly, let me mention that I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Da8pDW2fYqZHF90lw8Y7mVp-qeQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Da8pDW2fYqZHF90lw8Y7mVp-qeQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/9445XRQtw-c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/06/apocalypto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFQnk5eip7ImA9WxJWFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-2895325983514502095</id><published>2009-06-19T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:01:53.722-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-19T13:01:53.722-07:00</app:edited><title>He's just NOT that into you</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/2895325983514502095/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=2895325983514502095" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/2895325983514502095?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/2895325983514502095?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/NLnWw7W8Kjo/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html" title="He's just NOT that into you" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SjvpaZg9SUI/AAAAAAAAMjk/TKioQOtLRtI/s72-c/hjntiy_cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">IMDB rating for this movie is about 6. Hmmm.. That normally discourages me from watching a movie. But the name of the film, and more so the first few minutes intrigued me enough to go ahead. Well, I completely agree with the IMDB rating of this movie. It definitely isn't a regular IMDB 8 pointer. But despite that, I enjoyed it! I wish I had seen this movie as a teenager. How many "does he really 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9YvnXspjaniDQ-SxX8g_P2F3qFo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9YvnXspjaniDQ-SxX8g_P2F3qFo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/NLnWw7W8Kjo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/06/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HRnY_eCp7ImA9WxVUF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-5196736543404255536</id><published>2009-03-23T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:02:17.840-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-23T02:02:17.840-07:00</app:edited><title>Gulaal</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/5196736543404255536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=5196736543404255536" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/5196736543404255536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/5196736543404255536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/7TAUoAp78os/gulaal.html" title="Gulaal" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/ScdQD5tN3PI/AAAAAAAALYo/uGqP693Hs7k/s72-c/gulaal-2009-3b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">I was not much of an Anurag Kashyap fan before I watched Gulaal. I went for the movie full of skepticism. Especially because after watching Dev.D, I was convinced that all Anurag Kashyap movies are just dark and full of foul language!Gulaal is no different in that sense - definitely dark, and the music lends an eerie feel too (I still dont get why the weird red and blue painted dancer accompanied
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jnWLfceywugUiuJ7UVuBuiMR6q8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jnWLfceywugUiuJ7UVuBuiMR6q8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/7TAUoAp78os" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/03/gulaal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BQng6fyp7ImA9WxVUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-2024974658752029829</id><published>2009-03-16T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:27:33.617-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-17T00:27:33.617-07:00</app:edited><title>Waltz with Bashir</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/2024974658752029829/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=2024974658752029829" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/2024974658752029829?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/2024974658752029829?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/2KznCTSUwMU/waltz-with-bashir.html" title="Waltz with Bashir" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/Sb5RMyXwzdI/AAAAAAAALXU/G5kiXtd88Ac/s72-c/waltz_with_bashir.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">This is the only Oscar 2008 nominated movie that I am blogging about (apart from Slumdog millionaire ofcourse), though I have watched atleast 5 of them (Changeling, Milk, Doubt, Revolutionary Road, The Reader). Not that I dont find the others worth blogging about, but this movie deserves to be mentioned.Broadly, the movie is about events leading up to the Sabra &amp; Shatila massacre of 1982.The 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/snTrmssCdx7MmGC99vqZ34Bdx4Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/snTrmssCdx7MmGC99vqZ34Bdx4Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/2KznCTSUwMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/03/waltz-with-bashir.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cDQX06cCp7ImA9WxVUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-8053702565729730374</id><published>2009-02-09T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:31:10.318-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-17T00:31:10.318-07:00</app:edited><title>Luck by chance</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/8053702565729730374/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=8053702565729730374" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/8053702565729730374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/8053702565729730374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/j3a1poNASt0/luck-by-chance.html" title="Luck by chance" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SZALNYjV3uI/AAAAAAAALKk/R0VUrttRKVk/s72-c/Luckbychance.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">There is a striking resemblance between this movie and Madhur Bhandarkar's Page-3. Both revolve around the lives of people in the show biz - stars and their tantrums, new comers, and the transience of their relationships. What sets this movie apart is the sensitivity with which the subject is handled... And the music... The songs fit in so perfectly into the movie![spoiler alert]My favourite part
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FbEhw3ft9fjAOXUP-TPNs6YMXZI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FbEhw3ft9fjAOXUP-TPNs6YMXZI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/j3a1poNASt0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2009/02/luck-by-chance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMSXwzfSp7ImA9WxVTF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-1645477984093448550</id><published>2008-12-30T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:58:08.285-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-30T21:58:08.285-08:00</app:edited><title>Slumdog millionaire</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/1645477984093448550/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=1645477984093448550" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/1645477984093448550?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/1645477984093448550?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/8zJaC1jbx4A/slumdog-millionaire.html" title="Slumdog millionaire" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SVsIwGEYnVI/AAAAAAAAJcM/dZ0cO1AwTp8/s72-c/slumdog-millionaire-fl-02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Directed by Danny Boyle, music by AR Rehman, starring Anil Kapoor.. If this sounds interesting to you, you should watch the movie.Though it has as cliched a story line as it gets ('love', yawn), it paints a very different picture of the Indian slums. Definitely worth a watch!
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6MBe4BF30a4tcz7HaJpogfIMdag/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6MBe4BF30a4tcz7HaJpogfIMdag/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/8zJaC1jbx4A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2008/12/slumdog-millionaire.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHQXk9fSp7ImA9WxRXEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-2491571194690260551</id><published>2008-10-16T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:42:10.765-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-16T03:42:10.765-07:00</app:edited><title>Pursuit of Happyness</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/2491571194690260551/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=2491571194690260551" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/2491571194690260551?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/2491571194690260551?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/SM5FqWTDQv0/pursuit-of-happyness.html" title="Pursuit of Happyness" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SPcadk1v-3I/AAAAAAAAIQA/84zsRuG0YrY/s72-c/wallpaper01_med.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">This is a typical feel-good movie, but the most appealing part of the movie is the fact that it is based on a true life story.Cliched as it may sound, for me the take-away from the movie is the dialogue between Will Smith and his son, when they are playing basket ball. Will Smith at first discourages his son from pursuing basket ball. However, he realizes his mistake soon afterwards and asks his 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RzmUxTVen8Zy6gUZCE5dxKdb-1w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RzmUxTVen8Zy6gUZCE5dxKdb-1w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/SM5FqWTDQv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2008/10/pursuit-of-happyness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAAQXk9eip7ImA9WxRQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-7030884276260905627</id><published>2008-10-13T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:45:40.762-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T08:45:40.762-07:00</app:edited><title>Cinema Paradiso</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/7030884276260905627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=7030884276260905627" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/7030884276260905627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/7030884276260905627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/NtZTY7rrCSU/cinema-paradiso.html" title="Cinema Paradiso" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SPNM6oa808I/AAAAAAAAIP0/XdP-Xr0q1gY/s72-c/cinema-paradiso-p.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">A classic! About growing up, growing old, and never growing out of your first love :)Hilarious, touching, nostalgia evoking at the same time.[spoiler ahead]For me the most amazing part of the film was the revelation that Alfredo did not tell Toto about Elena's visit before she left.Sometimes we make choices for our loved ones, thinking we know what they want better than they do...But then, isn't 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/13PBRhxaj19t6JzflFX8GKJNIIw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/13PBRhxaj19t6JzflFX8GKJNIIw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/NtZTY7rrCSU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2008/10/cinema-paradiso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEINQXs_eCp7ImA9WxRREUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-7267948756043887564</id><published>2008-09-23T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:36:30.540-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T02:36:30.540-07:00</app:edited><title>A Wednesday</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/7267948756043887564/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=7267948756043887564" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/7267948756043887564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/7267948756043887564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/TEaT3my-4Aw/wednesday.html" title="A Wednesday" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">What can be said about this movie without letting the plot away, apart from the fact that it is brilliant! Thought provoking, different and well made!Given the racy movies that are released these days, surprise ends to movies are almost expected (much like surprise birthday parties ;) ). But this one is different. It is bound to make you think.Definitely worth a watch...
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w5shl5X1covFw2Yo1BLyBBGgrwA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w5shl5X1covFw2Yo1BLyBBGgrwA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/IM7XvqdmOC0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2008/09/sophies-choice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MRHk_eyp7ImA9WxRTEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-4761486493923237427</id><published>2008-08-11T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:04:45.743-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-01T02:04:45.743-07:00</app:edited><title>Amadeus</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/4761486493923237427/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=4761486493923237427" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/4761486493923237427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/4761486493923237427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/XA8dNkahxrQ/amadeus.html" title="Amadeus" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SLuvXH-lLtI/AAAAAAAAGSc/tdbKgHNzOh4/s72-c/mozart_salieri.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">When I first read brief description of the story, I wondered how it is possible for the life story of Mozart to be an interesting one?Geniuses like that, I mistakenly assumed,  lead a lonely, work-filled life!The truth couldn't be further from my imagination..Mozart was a natural, effortlessly brilliant, and lead as colourful a life as Casanova :DIf, like me, you dont enjoy Opera, never mind, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V-oawZTGMJgooiDZdcHIKkzaCCo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V-oawZTGMJgooiDZdcHIKkzaCCo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/XA8dNkahxrQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2008/08/amadeus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHQXg-eSp7ImA9WxRTE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-7064586591101704245</id><published>2008-08-11T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:48:50.651-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-01T23:48:50.651-07:00</app:edited><title>Wall-e</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/7064586591101704245/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=7064586591101704245" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/7064586591101704245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/7064586591101704245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/Q2JS_URTwqY/wall-e.html" title="Wall-e" /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MB44AWrvvI/SJ__m6KjeFI/AAAAAAAAGEA/vaxgYFzTKQ4/s72-c/walle1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">I will inaugurate this blog with an account of a movie I saw most recently - Wall-e.After stories starring all kinds of creatures - humans, mammals of all sorts, toys, fish, mermaids, beasts and what not, Pixar now brings on board - robots!Though it is supposed to be a sci-fi film,  the basic theme is what is common to most popular movies of all times - love.Considering the cliched theme of the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k_lPoSv5sguQxKN8MUuJkeB3m-8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k_lPoSv5sguQxKN8MUuJkeB3m-8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotAReview/~4/Q2JS_URTwqY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://notareview.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall-e.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCQHo5fCp7ImA9WxdbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613053835788675020.post-3016431079312433769</id><published>2008-08-11T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:42:41.424-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-11T01:42:41.424-07:00</app:edited><title>Too many good movies..</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notareview.blogspot.com/feeds/3016431079312433769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1613053835788675020&amp;postID=3016431079312433769" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/3016431079312433769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1613053835788675020/posts/default/3016431079312433769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotAReview/~3/1W6VUNN4PNg/too-many-good-movies.html" title="Too many good movies.." /><author><name>Prajakta Kalekar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524791154952038360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13524443112870156932" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">.. too few seen.
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