A film about drug abuse in Punjab is objectionable. But it is okay to portray all Catholic Goans as drunks and all south Indians as lungi-wearing “Madrasis”.
The excessive hate that Coldplay gets has little to do with the band. It’s a victim of a trend – where a self-professed “discerning” listener disregards all pop music.
Where do studs get their horsepower from? A visit to an equine-breeding farm reveals insights into the secret world of these majestic steeds, born to run.
As a genuine Rajinikanth fan, it is our duty not to wince at how our hero is mutilated through a plot line or the lack thereof, if he makes it in politics or not, but to accept it as a lesson in fortitude and move on.
What a season. The “most successful manager ever” lost his job, Leicester City won its first Premier League title before Liverpool, and this writer almost gave up on the sport.
True Detective’s third season roars back to form with Mahershala Ali. A world intoxicatingly on the other side of reality, inconsistent and whimsical, True Detective can, at times, forget what genre it is. Because it’s always busy making up its own.