Sreehari Nair is an advertising man by profession and a movie enthusiast at heart. He counts among his idols, film-makers such as Satyajit Ray, Robert Altman, Martin Scorsese and Charlie Kaufman as well as writers such as Pauline Kael, David Foster Wallace, Norman Mailer and Saul Bellow. He believes that even a piece of journalism when approached with utmost truth can be a form of art, in itself.
If Tiger Memon had lived in Mahim, where exactly in the neighbourhood did he come up with his plan for retribution? An Iranian coffee shop? No Iranian coffee shop -- even the ones you frequent regularly -- would let you simply sit there, brooding. He must have ordered something. <em>Maska-pav</em> and <em>chai</em>? Not sure. I looked around for linkages. A disembowelled place called "Rupali Matching Centre" with a clumsily hung name-board fit the description of a silent chronicler. I am sure Memon would have passed by that shop, some time.
This guy I know has around 450 <em>mooh-boli behen</em>, roughly translatable as honorary sisters, each one hotter than the other. Note that only hot girls make it to his "sister-roster". One time, an average-looking girl approached him and asked him if she could be his sister and he shot her down and walked away. That's weird isn't it?
There is an oft-asked question: Is <em>Goodfellas</em> the greatest gangster film of all time? The answer to that question isn't simple. For, while I firmly believe that <em>The Godfather</em> movies (1 and 2) are the greatest gangster pictures of all time, <em>Goodfellas</em> is perhaps the <em>finest</em>.