Mistress of Spices: So bad, it hurts
Chinmayee Manjunath | April 28, 2006 18:18 IST
It's impossible to pick the worst thing about Mistress of Spices.
Is it the stereotypes – exotic India in the strands of saffron, the yellow hues of turmeric or the fiery bite of a chilli? Is it Aishwarya Rai – pensively simpering, beseeching 'her' spices to 'talk'? Is it the range of incoherent, empty-headed characters, like the one essayed by Padma Lakshmi, who looks unexpectedly hideous? Could it be Dylan McDermott, trying to look oh-so-hot but ending up laughably insipid? Or is it just the fact that Paul Mayeda Berges, in all his wisdom, has faithfully translated Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni's passable book into an indigestible film?
This Gangster packs a punch!
Raja Sen | April 28, 2006 20:23 IST
It started out as one of those days when I wasn't particularly fond of my job. Wake up and rush to an Emraan Hashmi film? This was a fate I'd avoided so far, dodging the 'serial-kisser' bullet admirably. But the streak had to end sometime, and so, whining to all within hearing range, I hit the theatre to watch Gangster. Well, at least it has a killer soundtrack.