Nandini Ramnath

3 weeks ago | scroll.in | Nandini Ramnath

Maanik Mahna has vivid memories of Meena Kumari’s death. The businessman was only six years old when the actor died from liver failure on March 31, 1972, but he remembers the shocked reactions of his family in Delhi. “The news had spread like wildfire – they discussed whether she did 77 films or 100 films,” Mahna recalled.

3 weeks ago | scroll.in | Nandini Ramnath

In his latest film Sikandar, Salman Khan plays Sanjay Rajkot, the former king of Rajkot who has a massive manor and a lordly manner. Sanjay’s devoted subjects drop everything and amass like a zombie herd whenever he is in trouble – which is almost never, since he can take very good care of himself. Apart from being a one-man army, Sanjay controls 25% of the country’s gold reserves, we are told.

3 weeks ago | scroll.in | Nandini Ramnath

Few directors can make the routine appear sexy and tantalising as Steven Soderbergh. Exhibit A: Black Bag. The 94-minute film, which the director has also shot and edited, skilfully packages a routine plot. Black Bag revolves around a bunch of sartorially sharp, morally hollow British spies. David Koepp’s screenplay cuts to the chase immediately. George (Michael Fassbender) has a week to find out who has leaked a software programme. His wife Kathryn (Cate Blanchett) leads the list of suspects.

4 weeks ago | scroll.in | Nandini Ramnath

Caution: Possible spoilers ahead. Adolescence is the show of the moment as well as a tract for the ages. Since it was released on March 13, the Netflix limited series about teenage internet culture, misogyny and the generation gap has been heaped with encomiums. “People liking the show is one thing, but people being deeply affected by it, changing their mindset about their children or their brothers or sisters…” director Philip Barantini told Scroll.

1 month ago | scroll.in | Nandini Ramnath

Whenever there are reports of an avoidable bout of suffering visited upon the average Indian (corruption, Byzantine bureaucracy, medical negligence), the question inevitably arises: what would Jaspal Bhatti do? He would make you laugh, of course. But he would make you think too – about the innumerable pathways of crookedness, the absurdity that is a byproduct of indifference, the culpability of bystanders.