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Cover your body with amazing Meet The Parents t-shirts from Zazzle. Search for Personalized Gymnastics T-shirt FOCKER WATER VOLLEYBALL T-Shirt. Meet India, global fashion's latest muse. If India is engaging with the world with a new energy in business, trade and software, fashion. Synopsis: Male Nurse Gaylord "Greg" Focker (Ben Stiller) plans to ask his trim and red monogram JB - while being strapped into the polygraph apparatus.
As desi designers win international credibility, Indian fashion is enjoying its moment. April 2, The eastern look was hot at the IFW, as seen in Shantanu Goenka creations India Shining may be a banned phrase in certain circles these days, but fashion is certainly not one of them.
Donna Karan is using dirndl skirts with the applique work that you would find at Janpath or Fashion Street, except that they are in subdued European colours. Meet India, global fashion's latest muse. If India is engaging with the world with a new energy in business, trade and software, fashion, contextual by nature, is paying tribute to the new India in the language of kantha, cotton and tie-and-dye stockings.
Armani made the Nehru collars go international. Designers like Oscar de la Renta have always been inspired by India. But the bold new statements coming out of top global designers are more pointed than ever before.
Last season at the Milan Fashion Week, Roberto Cavalli, whose over-the-top style has landed him the title guru of glitz and an annual turnover of Euros million, used the Taj Mahal as a backdrop and sent out yellow skirts with a mirror work "disco" belt. Roccobarocco made an equally bold Indian statement on the same platform, with Bollywood digital prints on white shirts.Louis Vuitton Bag Comparison Speedy 30 vs. Speedy 35 with a strap
The global fashion retail world is sitting up and taking notice. Peacock feather motif sandals Consider, for instance, this season at Bergdorf Goodman, the high-end New York store. The windows are a glow with designers inspired by India, from silk and gold embroidery by Anna Sui to cotton skirts with Rajasthani gota work by Roberto Rodriguez. While Louis Vuitton's mannequin in a cotton canvas skirt is adorned with metallic sequins and silk flowers, Bloomingdale's windows sport skirts that Jean-Paul Gaultier designed after a visit to Rajasthan.
In the contentious US presidential elections of last November, outsourcing to India was a bone of contention between the two candidates, but a Bush victory put the seal on this debate, reinforcing the shift in business focus towards India.
Add to this a post-Clinton downtime in the US economy. As Cindy Rakowitz, producer of fashion shows, puts it: Even if Prada or Chanel mark up their "Indian" lines, they still reflect the financially modest American or European. Cavalli flared kurti with accessorised Ganesha Domestically, the designer wear market accounts for about 0. A knee-length quilted jacket in mustard by Manish Arora with military detailing struck him as "very Britney Spears".
The decade-and-a half-old Indian fashion industry's forays into world fashion are by no means overpowering, but they are not insignificant. Where once the only Indian labels sold internationally were Abraham and Thakore at Liberty and Abu-Sandeepat Harrods, both London stores, over the past few years, designers are participating in trade shows, discovering markets from Switzerland to Kuwait, making it to high-street boutiques and selling in racks alongside Marc Jacobs and Valentino, giving their designs a certain validation if not the adulation that the mass volumes of a fashion house backed designer would command.
A kurti and skirt at the Zara shop Rajesh Pratap Singh may have had to bow out of a legal battle with Prada the group forbade him to use his label Pratap in Europe because it sounded like theirsbut he can execute a resounding creative comeback with his twist to the regal bandgala, making it resemble a garage man's overall with his stained and washed techniques.
Even as UK's store Monsoon, with its celebration of Indianness, introduces a refined elegance to bright palettes and sophisticated silhouettes with strapless dresses, straight bodices and sari borders at the bust, the current Indian moment is nothing like the s hippie movement. Then fashion borrowed from India to make an alternative statement of flower power. When India emerged on the international runways in the late '90s again, it was in a kitschy interpretation- prints of gods on T-shirts, a trend that got Cavalli into trouble with Hindus when he used it on bikinis.
Madonna was the early ambassador for the new marketable spiritual India, with her endorsement of ashtanga yoga, mehndi and brocade. Indian designers, who by then had come under a common platform with the formation of IFW were to benefit from the interest, even though some were incensed by Galliano's interpretation of fantasy and kitsch, which they thought was so lacking in depth that they felt it "made fun of India".
Armani skirt at Milan When the over-the-top Bollywood Dreams played at West End, a first ever Bollywood promotion was hosted at Selfridges in where 10 Indian designers got orders. The event made close to a million dollars. Says Suniel Sethi, the Selfridges agent in India: While kitsch continues to have a niche market worldwide, the Indian influence has also moved into boho chic, the dominant narrative of this season.
Indian patterns, motifs, petticoats, wooden bangles and vintage jewellery are an integral part of the global luxury bohemia. Well, there's a little more to the circumstances But I couldn't get past the ordinary trappings of these events, and - most of all - the unbelievable idea that time traveling is in any way possible simply by hypnotizing oneself!
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I am very good at suspending my disbelief when it comes to watching movies, but maybe that's if the film overall is working for me. The fact that Richard Matheson, a favorite science fiction writer of mine, came up with this idea is really odd.
Though not many will be able to tell by the title, this is a bio film on Brian Wilson, the genius behind The Beach Boys. The feature is well designed by going back and forth from the "young Brian" of the 's Paul Dano and the "middle-aged Brian" of the 's John Cusack.
In the '60s we witness something pop star Wilson starting to develop anxiety disorders and mental psychosis, and he has to deal with an overbearing and abusive father When jumping into the '80s we encounter Brian as a frail and troubled shell of a man, and under the unscrupulous control of Dr. Eugene Landy Paul Giamattiwho humiliates and dominates him. But Wilson is headed for a road to recovery when he meets Melinda Ledbetter Elizabeth Banks who takes an interest in him and sees Dr.
Landy for what he really is. A good film overall, this really succeeds due to the effective performances. Feelgood" which stood out best. The only flaw I found was that I felt perhaps the movie could have done better in showing us just how talented the young Brian was, and how he was able to accomplish so much. As it appears in the story, Brian is so screwed up that it becomes hard to conceive how this individual managed to achieve what he did. I think we needed more of the "creative genius" Wilson in addition to the "troubled" Wilson.
I had severe doubts that this old worn-out series could be successfully revisited at such a late point in time, but wow was I wrong! This fifth installment for me ranks third best of the franchise, following just after 1 and 2. Not a great movie, but a fun popcorn ride which is all the fans should expect. Arnold Schwarznegger makes a triumphant return to the saga as a protective terminator fondly nicknamed "Pops", and the plot point which explains his reappearance as an elder-looking cyborg was smartly written.
The core of the story: For one thing, Sarah Connor Emilia Clarke has now been awaiting Reese's arrival, and so has her longtime friend and guardian, older T, Pops Arnold. No need to spoil how and why things have drastically shifted Though one needs to pay close attention, the script offers satisfactory explanations as to why its characters are now thrust into different positions. Schwarzenegger fits back into his T shoes comfortably; it's like he never left the movies for politics. There are the usual quibbles as in most of today's action free-for-all's -- perhaps too many lingering fight scenes, and an unnecessary surprise at the end sigh.
I thought Emilia Clarke looked too young as Sarah in comparison to the original's Linda Hamilton though Clarke is up to the performanceand Jai Courtney isn't the greatest physical match for Michael Biehn. But, like I said -- quibbles. This is an entertaining Terminator romp. All the principles return, only this time there's no real idea what to do for a story and thus this thing veers all over the place.
Despite its title, the script is not really about the offspring of Ben Stiller's loins, either. Robert De Niro's character has a heart attack, and so he begins to think about having Gaylord Focker Ben Stiller as his successor.
Trouble brews when dad has yet another contrived reason to mistrust his suspicious son-in-law. Dustin Hoffman and Barbra Streisand make very limited appearances as Gaylord's parents.
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It's not without a very rare chuckle on occasion, but it's a hit and miss-miss sequel that is easily skipped. Living a lonely and quiet existence in Thailand after twenty years, John Rambo is asked by a small group of missionaries to take them by boat to war-torn Burma. Rambo tries to tell them that they can't change anything there, but reluctantly gives into their persuasions.
Once the bleeding hearts arrive in savage Burma, they are captured and it's up to Rambo and a team of mercenaries to venture in and save them. What first stands out after so long is that the year-old Sylvester Stallone who also directed was successful in making this work.
His John Rambo appears strong if aged, and he is still the same action hero who first appeared on screen 26 years earlier. The plot here is simple, but that's not an issue because the film delivers. It is relentlessly bloody and gory, with body parts and devastation by the truckloads.
We really can sense the primitive atrocities taking place in Burma, not only against strangers but even against their own people. I do not ordinarily recommend movies relying so much on sheer blood and guts and much of the carnage here is rendered via obvious fake-looking CGI effects, I should addbut this action packed Rambo installment succeeds at what it sets out to do.
Fortunately, the over-abundance of gore is balanced by Stallone's heart-felt personage of John Rambo.
The ending of the film was the perfect way to finalize this series. First and best of the series has former soldier John Rambo Sylvester Stallone traveling through a small town in the hope of visiting an old army friend.
He is spotted by bigoted sheriff Teasel Brian Dennehy who promptly escorts him off his turf. When the peaceful Rambo turns around and defiantly starts walking back into the town, Teasel has him arrested. Mocked, mistreated, and beaten at the police station, Rambo snaps with agonized flashbacks of Vietnam, escapes the police, and flees off to the woods where he is pursued by law officials.
What they don't realize is that Rambo is a Green Beret, trained for survival and conditioned to endure pain and weather. Teasel and his men have now set Rambo off, and he wages a personal war on them that "they won't believe". Rambo's old commanding officer Richard Crenna arrives on the scene to try and calm things before his man goes too far. His John Rambo here is someone we can sympathize with, and his balance of calm followed by extreme self-preservation intensity is well realized.
This film is smaller and more independent in feel than the sequels which came after it, and this gives it more appeal.
Brian Dennehy is quite good as the hateful town sheriff whose prejudice has resulted in Rambo's wrath. Richard Crenna was a last minute substitute for Kirk Douglas who backed out eventuallyand perhaps occasionally appears a tad theatrical in his approach. The ending of the movie contains an emotionally charged speech by Stallone which is often criticized as being incomprehensible, but if you pay close attention you can decipher just about all of it.
It's a wild and zany free-for-all which runs nearly three hours and boasts the talents of many of the funniest comic actors of the time. It all begins when elderly robber Jimmy Durante crashes his speeding car off the road, and several other motorists stop and reach out to help him. At first the eight people at the crash site try to compromise, but ultimately all hell erupts in a greedy "every man and woman for themselves" frenzy. This sets the crazy pace for several different humorous vignettes, as the participants all race to the park to be the first to get the stolen money: Milton Berle is a suffering dweeb of a husband who's controlled by his wife Dorothy Provine and his loud-mouthed mother in law Ethel Merman, perfect here in a suitably irritating comic performance.
Dick Shawn is Merman's dimwitted playboy bum of a son. Sid Caesar and Edie Adams are a couple who get locked in a hardware store but can't seem to get out. Mickey Rooney and Buddy Hackett are two pals forced to fly their own airplane when drunken pilot Jim Backus knocks himself out Carl Reiner is the air traffic controller. Along the way, other opportunists worm themselves into the chase: Phil Silvers is a gem as a real sleazy snake with eyeglasses and no scruples.
Peter Falk and Eddie Anderson are two clueless cab drivers. And observing all of these clashing characters is straight man Spencer Tracy, in the role of the aging Police Captain Culpepper, who has been tracking this case of the stolen money for fifteen years, and is now looking to find a way to retire himself off to Mexico. On and on the mania goes, with some fun car chases and many gags, some of which work better than others.
There are so many other comedians given tiny guest spots here and there, that it's hard to remember them all It's not a perfect film, nor in my opinion is it the most drop-dead funniest comedy ever, but I have to love its sheer sense of size, scope, and all-out craziness. The ending is perfect, and probably the best laugh of the show for anyone who's stuck with it through to the end. A very young Kim Hunter in her very first film role plays the part of Mary, a school girl who learns that her older sister and provider, Jacqueline, has disappeared.
Along the way she meets three older men who try to assist her: In time she discovers that Jacqueline was a member of a cult of devil worshipers who decided to leave the group and must now pay the price for her betrayal.
It's frustrating when beginning a review by trying to assure the reader that you do, in fact, ordinarily appreciate the very type of film you're reviewing, even though you're disappointed by this one.
So in this case I will start by saying that I am a fan of Val Lewton's 's horror films for RKO, as well as '40s horrors in general. The photography, as in all the Lewton thrillers, is foreboding and well done. As such, I can respect it for paving the way more than I actually feel it was successful in doing it. There is precious little emotion from her throughout, and indeed just about all the other main characters in the film are equally dire in attitude and under-played.
The plot is somewhat muddled. For openers, there is no reason for Mary and the lawyer to suddenly tell one another they've fallen in love towards the end, when all they've done is meet briefly, and share some uninvolved words about trying to locate the woman's missing sister.
This feels like it was thrown in simply because it was some kind of expected obligation. Then we have much confounding nonsense as follows: And when Jacqueline gets home, what is the first thing she does?
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Meanwhile, she has been stalked all the way home in the classic "Lewton Walk" style by a knife-wielding hit-man who had exited the cult meeting right along with her I thought they were "non-violent"? Most disappointing of all is the very end where the good guy confronts the harmless "devil worshipers" on their own turf.
All this time they have consisted of high class types, sitting around as if at a dinner party, dressed to the nines and drinking wine while chatting, more like a lodge meeting, and not doing anything even remotely satanic.
All it takes is for the hero to recite a part of The Lord's Prayer, and then the members bow their heads in shame. I went into the theater with no real familiarity of Seth MacFarlane's previous work he wrote, directed, and stars in this movie. I just went because I thought Charlize Theron looked delicious in the trailer, and I wouldn't mind a couple of hours of light comedy, if this was done right.
Yes, the movie was done right However - he redeemed himself with a script that also offers some strong characterizations and a love story amidst the chuckles. Seth MacFarlane looks like a misplaced Peter Brady in the role of Albert, a fish out of water living in the Old West of the s, and whose sensibilities are more suited to our own modern world. His troubles adapting to ancient frontier life become even worse when his girlfriend Amanda Seyfried dumps his poor sorry ass and she hooks up with the mustached Foy Neil Patrick Harriswho is the town's rich and prominent store owner.
Taking matters into his own hands, the incompetent Albert desires a gun fight with Foy, but can't shoot to save his life. So when a pretty and experienced cowgirl named Anna Charlize Theron arrives in town, she befriends Albert and sets out to teach him how to handle a gun. But Anna has troubles of her own, since she has an estranged jealous husband Liam Neeson who's out looking for her, and also happens to be the most feared and dangerous gunslinger of the West.
The cast acquits itself nicely, beginning with MacFarlane and Theron, but also Harris and Neeson as the two villains. Sarah Silverman is perfect as the town whore who'll have casual and sloppy sex with everyone except her own boyfriend. We also get some fun cameos from Gilbert Godfried and Jamie Foxx. If the movie would have toned down the notch on at least some of the obligatory sleaze humor and substituted more clever jokes in their place, this would be perfect.
The music and theme song were well done. All I know is, I had a good time at the movies and walked out feeling fine.