In Indian Express, Shubhra Gupta on the eternal romantic
A couple of months back, I saw what would turn out to be my last Dev Anand film, in solitary splendour. It was a first day first show, and there was no one else in the theatre. The film was Chargesheet, and I remember asking aloud, after two and-a-half execrable hours: who can I arrest for this? Because, like Anand’s recent films, Chargesheet was a crime. It was less a film than the misguided wanderings of a mind mired in a fugue, floundering to stay afloat. more
The forever young Bollywood actor-producer’s nephew, Shekhar Kapur, himself a film-maker, writes about the box office disaster that was Ishq Ishq Ishq and how Dev Uncle just bounced back
A suite at the Oberoi hotel. Dev Uncle’s film Ishq Ishq Ishq, had just released the night before.
I was the nephew that had, on a whim, given up a really successful career as a chartered accountant and a management consultant in London to be in the movie business. Somehow being from London made me special for him. It was the city he loved most in the world. Ishq Ishq Ishq was my break into movies. Tiny role, but hey, I got to romance Zeenat Aman, who had changed the very perceptions of what it meant to be a modern Indian girl to all of us.
We had shot the film in Nepal over two months. Trekking all over the mountains. It was an amazing adventure. All the way up to Namchi Bazar and then upto Lukla from where you could almost touch the Everest. It spoilt me forever. I thought this was what the rest of my life was going to be. The dizzyness of altitude matched only by the dizzyness of personal adventures. Much better than going to an office on a cold grey winters day in London. more
Also read Gaata rahe tera dil: Suneel Sinha in The Asian Age