and that’s why it can’t be tooba siddiqui.

15May08

it is no less than a sacrilege that in the same theatre where i was the only one watching a screening of el laberinto del fauno, a masterpiece of cinematic creativity, there was a fullhouse for three days running when they put up something as ridiculously idiotic as tashan. then again, no one can say […]

Filed under: ramble, the father of dhabi, the sweet stench of life   |  36 Comments