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‘She’s Hysterical’, Mike Corleone continues ‘she’s hysterical’. Loosening his necktie, he walks away from his wife. ‘don’t ask me about my business’ he responds to her inquiry ‘is it true?’ (that you killed your sister’s husband). Lights his cigarette and bangs heavily with an incredible mental power about him on the table before her. She stands incredulous of the man she once knew, who was now a total stranger to her. ‘no’ don mike Corleone replies, slowly the office door closes on her and the ending credits remind you vainly that it was just a movie. Nobody, not now, not anytime in the future could resist the temptation of noticing the gradual unceremonious accreditation of the young Corleone into the don. Scathing aggression delivered by men of sublime power ever so pragmatically. ‘Mr. Corleone is a man who insists on hearing bad news immediately’ Corleones’ family lawyer conferring with one of their clients, opines at the dinner table that ends abruptly. The next shot is that of a...

Coen Brothers never ceased to surprise me. My first impression, a good five years ago, when I watched ‘Big Lebowski’ was – the movie is like a worn out door mat of lower middle class, too impoverished the owner is that he cannot buy a new one; too fanatically obsessed with cleanliness the wife is that she soaps every last woven cord of the mat until it can no longer be picked up by a hand without tearing it into a million pieces. Today, if there is one director(s) that I cross my fingers and wait impatiently like a third grade child sitting before the school play field in the evening awaiting his father to pick him up, that is coen brothers-joel and ethan coen. It was the second time that it hit me, Lebowski was one of the most adorable characters ever to be created on celluloid. Since then I have seen all of their movies and in the end I was thoroughly devastated, for I had seen all their movies and no movie is the same to watch , second time around. 'Now, there was nothing left. ...

If videodrome bothered you, you should stay away from his master piece, the magnum opus ‘naked lunch’. Adaptation of Anthony burgess novel of the same name , who could have had the nerve to depict a novel such as ‘naked munch’ into a movie? Cronenberg spares no one, no object. ‘Literary highness’, the female protagonist murmurs after snorting bug powder; orgiastic typing of the male protagonist on a type writer that transmogrifies into a cockroach seducing him to type more and more; yellowish thick green liquid oozing out of a giant cicada’s antennae on which the author feeds himself voraciously; to stimulate his writing, author’s judicious application of bug powder on a gigantic cockroach’s lips; and the list can go on. Suffice to say that cronenberg has firmly positioned himself at the helm of non-mainstream, the master of visceral art. Cronenberg’s visceral art captivated me when as an undergrad student I first saw ‘eXistenz’. Everybody was talking about ‘the matrix’, but for some r...