#Yesteryear actress

[ambar-pe-milte-hain]

[your1master]

Veronica Lake

[therileyandkimmyshow]

Podcast Actress Irene Dunne Golden Age of Radio Tribute

[posarmeklen]

Don’t you hate when you turn your back for a minute at your dead-end copy job (sorry, dead-end desktop publishing job), and all of a sudden, one half of your sister’s cool teen quartet along with your horndog conspiracist friend are holding paper products (er, helping with a big job) and flapping their lips about the latter’s fairly new unplanned pregnancy?

It was just a coincidence that Goat swung by to visit Alex at Repro Man’s shortly after Fruity and Matt came in, and even though they had heard through Chaka (who, naturally, knew because of Alex) that the older man was in a “delicate” condition, it was their first time bumping into him in person since.

Hearing Fruity’s compliments, Matt turned around from the poster in his hands. “Oh, hey, Goat,” he greeted him.

“Hey, Matt, what’s up?”  

“Probably nothing compared to what’s up with you, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy.” Goat coughed.

“Yeah, you know, my cousin just had a baby a couple months ago,” Matt offered up. “I’m not gonna lie, it wasn’t easy for her, but she said it was totally worth it. You know, yin and yang and all that.”

“Hey, I don’t think this situation calls for the poetry.” Fruity made a disapproving smacking sound with his lips.  “Man, can’t you just leave this beautiful thing be?” Goat smirked.

“Chill out, alright?” said Matt, gingerly transferring a large stack of paper from Fruity’s hands to his own and placing it by the copier. “I was just going to ask how he’s taking it.”

“Well,” Goat said emphatically. “Do you want the miracle-of-life Demi Moore Vanity Fair edition, or the cold unabridged truth?” His words conjured an image of himself, au naturel and assuming the pose of the actress, which subsequently splintered and fell away like a broken pane of glass.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less than the second one from you.” Matt smiled.

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ brutal,” he asserted. “Imagine the most head-splitting zombifying hangover, with none of the fun from the night before.”

Fruity raised his eyebrows. “None?”

“Oooh, rough…” Matt mumbled sympathetically.

“My back hurts all time. Everything’s sweaty. Plus, on top of that, I can’t really see my junk. It makes for a challenge when women’s volleyball is on and I wanna –”

“Alright, alright…” Matt’s laugh cut the description of his plight short. “I think we get the picture.”

“Hey, we’re all guys here!” grinned Fruity, giving an open-palmed shrug.

“I will say, it’s not a total loss,” Goat went on. “I seem to have unlocked a brand-new level of savoring life’s pleasures.”

“Oh, because you had trouble with that before, right?” teased Matt.

“Eh, I don’t know, but this baby must love Ring-Dings and Bud Light.”

“Hey, and at least the ladies eat up this stuff,” Fruity said. “You know, feeling the baby kick and comparing its size to a dill pickle and crap. They must be all over you.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, right on.” Goat looked past him, letting out a sigh. “Is there a bathroom in this place? I gotta take a leak.”

“Yeah, right over by the back wall,” said Matt.

“I won’t keep you,” Fruity added, motioning in the general direction of the door.

So anyway, when it comes to Fruity’s comment re: the “fairer sex” and pregnancy, I would be remiss not to mention the kindred spirit Goat hit it off with, the child’s second parent (seen in my Downtown posts of yesteryear. However, I did change her name for some reason. Friendship ended with “Jackie”, “Kasey” is my best friend now). *clears my throat and shuffles flashcards* There came a point of awareness that despite their similarities, they were at really different life stages (Goat had been doing his own thing for years, but Kasey, a trans woman who was Goat’s age, had been living as herself for a fraction of that and was relishing her freedom) and while Goat initially hadn’t changed his lifestyle a bit to accommodate the pregnancy, she didn’t want to live like him forever and begrudged his seeming lack of trying. Words were exchanged, and the pair went their separate ways. Not to worry – they would soon rekindle, and both put forth effort to be healthier (in Goat’s case, he was mostly propelled by the knowledge of his physical condition; in Kasey’s, she was inspired to show a sort of solidarity with him, plus she would soon be a parent as well, despite not physically being pregnant).  But given their respective issues, neither swayed the other in a positive direction, and they soon reached the disappointing yet amicable conclusion that they were perhaps too alike to remain close. And in the midst of that, they just knew neither of them were cut out to raise children (what were we thinking?) – so wish granted for a lucky adoptive parent(s). But I digress… I wonder if some of this diverted him from regaling Fruity and Matt with salacious tales when given the opportunity.

Also, by the way? Even though Fruity was being facetious in my picture and Goat wouldn’t name his offspring after himself, he and the aforementioned second parent did discover at an ultrasound (the first and only; Goat completely forgot about an appointment scheduled earlier in the pregnancy 😑) that the fetus was male. Goat after he and Kasey exchanged an overwhelmed glance and muttered fragmented agreeable noises upon being asked if they were interested in finding out the baby’s sex today: “Rock on! Built-in apprentice and wingman, here I come…” *medical technician politely chuckling intensifies*

[lostinthewoods1991]

Rocket Science???

The other day, I was watching a yesteryear actress recount the distressing details of how she was sexually exploited at the tender age of eighteen, how a man, who was way older than her and in a position of power, groomed her into being his sex slave. While I was happy to see comments under the video that expressed solidarity and support, I was disappointed to see a few comments that took to victim shaming and blaming, as always. Despite her articulation of the experience being crystal clear, some people still seem to have a hard time wrapping their heads around the idea that somebody can feel emotionally and mentally trapped in abusive and exploitative relationships such as these. "If she didn't want it, why didn't she say no"? "Why is she saying it now, after so many years"? "If she didn't resist, it means she wanted it too. Isn't she now playing the victim to gain fame and attention"? Ever since discussions on the Hema Committee Report have surfaced, I've been coming across these comments and seeing them makes my blood boil, every single time. No matter how many times one explains this, why do some people still act like it's way beyond their comprehension? Are they completely devoid of the mental faculties needed to grasp emotional complexities and nuances? I do not know. You have a problem with it? Say no. React instantly. Fight. Be brave. How simple. The onus is still on the victims to stop bad things from happening to them because "men will always be men" I guess? Nothing new, I know.

Coming back to the interview with the said actress, I couldn't help but think of two incidents in my life where I was unable to comprehend/process/respond to what was happening to me in the moment. One was years ago, back when I was in college. I was going somewhere, by bus. To my left side, next to where I was sitting, there was a man standing. I wouldn't even have noticed him if what happened afterwards didn't happen. Somewhere along the way, the bus suddenly jolted forward after a halt and to my horror, I felt the man's hand searching for my chest. I looked up and he withdrew his hand. I noticed he was an old man. Even the hair on his hand had greyed. I assumed it was a mistake. Perhaps, it was just the old man's hand being shaky. Maybe he didn't know where to hold when there was a sudden brake. However, the next time there was a jolt, his hand came searching again and his palm literally cupped around one of my breasts. This time, his hand felt stronger, more sure of what it was clutching at. I remember the rage that welled up inside me. I impulsively pushed his hand away so hard that it hit the iron handle in front of me. That's all I did. I didn't even have the strength to look up. All I wanted was to get out of the bus. I got up and somehow gathered the courage to turn around and look at the man. He didn't seem to even notice me anymore. I remember feeling confused. Perhaps, it was a mistake indeed? How's he pretending to have done nothing? Isn't he the person who did it? Or was it somebody else? I wanted to confront him but my voice wouldn't come out. It was almost as though I had lost my ability to speak, like I had even forgotten every language I knew. When I got down from the bus, the world was a blur. My whole body was in a state of shock. I don't even remember the rest of that day. All I remember was my shocked and confused state of mind. I think I wondered for days if it was a mistake, rewinding, trying to remember the manner of his touch, not wanting to acknowledge it at the same time. My mind kept oscillating between denial and horror. Years later, when I narrated this incident to my brother, the first question he asked was, obviously, "why didn't you react?". All I know is, it had taken all my strength to even push that wretched hand away and that too, impulsively. I only wanted to get out of the bus. I am not somebody who is comfortable confronting strangers and besides, I wasn't feeling entirely sure if that was the man who touched me, given his ignorance looked so genuine it even made me wonder if I made up the whole thing inside my head.

The second memory comes from a more personal space, which blurs the lines between right and wrong even more. I assume (or rather, hope) that most people would think of their first kiss as a good memory. For me, it only brings about feelings of shame, confusion and self-loathing. I remember it was a moment where I was feeling vulnerable, but not so vulnerable that I would want somebody to go out of their way to comfort me. I was talking about something that concerned me and was in need of some emotional support for sure. I remember leaning in for a hug and that's all I wanted. This was a person I was hanging out with. I take responsibility for all the mixed signals I must have given to this person, owing to my own conflicted state of mind. In retrospect, I can clearly see that I wasn't, at any point of time, in love with him. Instead, I was forcing myself to feel things I didn't organically feel. I am able to say this with conviction today because I know a thing or two about love now. Or rather, I think I know who/what/how I am when I am in love. Back then, all I had was an experience from school that could hardly be called a relationship. I was naive enough to glorify it nevertheless. During the time I was hanging out with the said person, I was at a stage of my life where I was trying to redefine love in ways that seemed more sensible and mature to me. The fact that he was, probably without realising it, being forceful and demanding (yet another thing I recognised only in retrospect) clouded my judgement. Returning to the moment, I needed the hug. But, he proceeded to kiss me. I didn't believe we had reached a point of intimacy where I wanted it. I didn't want it but I couldn't say no. I don't think I realised I had the right to say no. I was already feeling as though I had no choice but to oblige, like I owed him something because he was trying to support me. There's the part of the interview where the actress mentions how she felt disgusted inside her head but her body still responded to the man's touch because of purely biological reasons. Because I had never been kissed before, my body responded to it but I remember wanting to vomit soon afterwards. Again, I take responsibility for all the parts where I myself must have come across as confusing to the person. This isn't to vilify anybody. I'm merely trying to say how such situations could involve things more than a simple "yes" or "no" could explain. While all that I felt was disgust, the person was quick to assume that I liked the kiss. Soon, I was asked why I wasn't willing to say I loved him even after I let him kiss me. My thoughts went haywire. Was I in love? Maybe I was and I was in denial? Maybe the affection I had for him could grow into love? I had affection for sure. Back then, I did think of him as a simple-minded, open-hearted, innocent person. Added to that, I was grateful for his company. Why would somebody want to spend so much time with me if that person didn't love me? Maybe this was what love was meant to be? If I said I didn't love him, wouldn't it look like I used him? Wouldn't that make me a horrible person? Besides, don't I owe love and availability to him? This was to become a pattern in the relationship. The things I did from a place of obligation, sense of duty and self-induced guilt were turned around by the person as "things I took from him". He convinced me that I was "taking" things from him when in my head, I was thinking I should "give" him atleast a few things he seemed to want, always feeling inadequate because I was shoving feelings down my throat and there was only so much shoving I could've done without wanting to throw up. To make things worse, I had manipulated myself into thinking that if not him, there was nobody else for me. I just had to be with this person. I had already built a mental prison for myself and started living my life inside it, telling myself it was for my own good.

Years later, when I told a friend about the kiss, about how I convinced myself that I had feelings for this person for the simple reason that my body had its reactions, she responded to it with empathy. I don't know what I would've done if there weren't people like her in my life who didn't offer me that kindness. All she said was, "Oh, you poor thing". This was the beginning of a relationship in which throughout the four-five years I was with him, I would always have a manual kept ready in my mind, every time I felt conflicted (which was, quite often). This person ticked all these boxes for me, so it was love indeed. While it looked simple enough, I think only I was aware of how much internal conflict I was battling in that relationship.

What I narrated is nothing, in comparison to the horrors the actress went through. I know there's no need to compare one person's bad experiences with another's but objectively speaking, I cannot even begin to imagine what she went through. There are women who low-key brag about how they reacted to things on the spot, how they shamed, exposed and confronted their abuser, how they said "no" right away. Good for them if they were able to do that. But, I wish they had empathy for the women who weren't able to do that. Not all of us have lived the same lives, we are all wired differently and we are, as such, emotionally complex beings. There are multiple factors that determine our responses to specific situations, the "choices" we seem to be making and the intensity in which we feel the things we feel. "If she didn't want it, she wouldn't have continued being in that relationship for years" - is an oversimplification of all such factors. We still have a long way to go when it comes to understanding realities like grooming, gaslighting, violation of consent, abuse and exploitation, to name a few. Today, I might be better equipped to say "no" but to insist that everybody needs to know it by default isn't fair. I end my rant by saying just this. If all this still comes across as rocket science to you, your conscience is probably in need of a rewiring.

[douqi7s]

In a highly meta moment, the actresses for 去年烟火 (Fireworks of Yesteryear), the live action adaptation based on the extra from the baihe novel 都什么年代了啊 (What Era Do You Think This Is), cosplaying as the versions of the lead characters from the main novel

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South Indian cinema: Part 1

I think we (I) don't talk enough about my obsession with the South Indian film industry. I'm less of a star or fame powered fangirl and most of my obsessions start from very niche observations and qualities. Both me and my mom are good cinema enthusiasts, that being said, we love not just watching movies but also analyze them and talk about them in great lengths and detail; and it isn't always just about the actors but also the scenes, the cinematography, the dialogues and so on. We enjoy a good story based cinema that's more about carrying the characters in place and action than about how much hype a movie gets. I enjoy old movies, including monochrome movies of the yesteryears and the faded coloured classics of the 70's and 80's.

Let me go from one obsession to other. First, comes my unexplainable obsession with actors who are also trained dancers. That's a sexy characteristic because it adds an edge to the actor's identity over being just a movie star and IMHO, it also refines the depth of character and acting skills (many talented actors who aren't dancers do exist, this is just my view). I have this captivation with dancers because something in them, be it the unseeable depth of efforts and practice and hurdles they cross before they set foot on the stage or be it the inordinate amount of beauty they express and portray in both costumes and jewelry or be it the grace with which they carry themselves or be it the way the fluidity, fragility and fierceness of dance entwines with their soul and body making it indistinguishable, obvious and redefines their identity and adds meaning to their character for the better. Irrespective of gender, classical dance forms in my opinion, have a profound effect on the individual and somehow makes them all the more charming to me because it's art that flows in their body and art has that unique fragrance to which you can never turn a blind eye to. It also anchors you down to your inner zen because gender conforms and norms are all broken (atleast in Indian classical dances) as both male and female dancers play either roles in dances and it's all the more about expression and emotion than the role per se. And that I think is a very liberating thing and I love Indian classical dances for it.

So here goes the list: Kamal Haasan is a trained Bharatanatyam and Kathak dancer; the best of which is seen in his performance in the movie Sagara Sangamam which is a majorly dance based movie. My most favorite scene is when he humbles Sailaja when she opposes his critique. Padmini, one of the famous Travancore sisters, was a trained Bharatanatyam dancer and in her retired days also opened a dance school and taught abroad. Shobana, one of my favorite actresses, who is also the niece of the Travancore sisters is a trained Bharatanatyam dancer; she also received a national award for her performance in the Malayalam movie Manichitrathazhu which was the original for the famous Chandramukhi, Bhool Bhulaiya, Nagavalli, Aatmamitra etc. I rate her acting top notch because her expressions and her eyes often speak way more than the dialogues. Revathi, is again a trained Bharatanatyam dancer and has delivered multiple box office hits and is also one of my favorite actresses. Bhanupriya, who's pretty famous in tamil and telugu cinema, is a trained Kuchipudi dancer and appeared in the film Sitaara which went on to win the National award for that year. Jayalalitha, apart from her successful political career was a leading film actress in the tamil industry. She was trained dancer of multiple forms like Bharatanatyam, Kuchipudi, Mohiniyattam, Kathak etc. Sukanya, who famously starred against Kamal Haasan in Indian, is a trained Bharatanatyam dancer. Prabhu Deva, who we all know as the Michael Jackson of India, is a trained Bharatanatyam and Udupi dancer. Amala Akkineni, is a trained Bharatanatyam dancer and also has a degree bachelor degree for the same from Kalakshetra. Vineeth, who works mostly in tamil, telugu and malayalam films is a trained Bharatanatyam dancer; lesser known but he's Shobana's cousin and Padmini's nephew from her husband's side. Asin, who is well known for her role in Ghajini, is also a trained Bharatanatyam dancer. Jayam Ravi, now well known as the Ponniyin Selvan after the famous novel adaptation, is also a trained Bharatanatyam dancer.

This is in my list (can't think more, brain fried) do feel free to add more. Tagging @sister-of-satan @voidsteffy and @bipdf because I think y'all will enjoy reading this

Do reblog and tag people who'd enjoy reading this

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"What the hell are otter pops?!" You say. Well,

Meet the Otters!

Sir Isaac Lime is a brilliant otter-space scientist and he has the British accent to prove it. A jovial supergenius who loves a good joke, Sir Isaac can unlock the mysteries of the universe but he can’t find his car keys. He’s a whimsical whiz kid in a quirky grandpa’s body with his own catchphrase, “Look for the stars in the eyes of others.”

A lifelong researcher, Sir Isaac encourages kids to keep their imaginations alive and ask every question under the sun because “life would be boring if we ran out of questions.”

With his trusty telescope, Sir Isaac brings the wonders of the cosmos into view and shares them with us through pictures. He loves making guest appearances at planetariums, and is an ardent supporter of solar power.

Brilliant, benevolent, and beloved by all, Sir Isaac is Cosmic Coconut’s #1 hero! And the feeling is mutual. Sir Isaac sees a special spark in Cosmic. He shares his research with her, and in return she shares her dreams.

Louie-Bloo Raspberry is a gentle soul, with a lilting French accent who says, “Follow your heart because there’s art in it.” He’s a creative genius with his own web channel where he shows us how to make everything from cool T-shirt designs, to glow-in-the-dark bikes, and hand-crafted sweet nothings.

This guy is a true innovator who sees art everywhere and shows us that there’s more than one way to look at the world. The only thing Louie-Bloo likes more than art is Strawberry Short Kook. He doesn’t let a day go by without giving her a flower.

“Louie-Bloo Sees the Artist in You” is the title of his theme song which was written by Poncho Punch, and performed by DJ Tropicool.

Strawberry Short Kook is an Otter-winning actor turned movie mogul. Now, she makes her own movies and calls the shots at her own major studio, Otternational Pictures. Kook specializes in working with strong female writers and directors, giving them a spotlight to shine.

As a child, Kook dreamed of being an actress but her road to success wasn’t an easy one. While in school, she felt left out and had low self-esteem because she was so short. But she never lost sight of her dream, and after years of waiting tables she got her big break, and the rest, as Alexander the Grape says, is history.

When Kook isn’t in the boardroom making multi-picture deals, or on the red carpet making star-studded appearances, she supports Lil’s animal rescue work, enjoys yoga classes, and loves having everyone over for dinner. But she doesn’t like to cook. She lets Louie Bloo do that. He loves to cook and he’s the best chef around.

Alexander the Grape is a whimsical “odder” and wanna-be time traveler who is absolutely fascinated and overjoyed by the origin of everything. From the history of ketsup to the origin of the high-five, this toga-clad history buff knows it all! And shares it all with wide-eyed enthusiasm!

A lovebale eccentric, he wears a toga because it’s comfy and he wears a laurel wreath on his head because he won it in a trivia game where he knew that fireworks began as a cooking accident in ancient China. Wacky and wonderful, Alexander is an amazing storyteller whom the other otters love to bits. Especially Lil, DJ, and Cosmic. They love him like a favorite uncle and are glued to every word of his magical tales of yesteryear.

Anita was blown away to learn that the high-five was created by a women’s volleyball team in 1961. “Cool that!” Louie Bloo was amazed to learn that Leon-otter DaVinci created scissors. “How cutting edge!” And Major Mango absolutely adores Alexander’s voluminous tales of the Otterman Empire. “Who doesn’t?”

Poncho Punch is a brilliant song writer and musician on a quest to discover the world’s most unusual musical instruments. And there are a ton of them! He prefers acoustical instruments but doesn’t shy away from the occasional electronic oddity. Poncho is a global music ambassador who celebrates diversity and the never-ending rhythm of fun.

When not strumming his guitar at Kook’s dinner parties, or accompanying Lil, Poncho hits the road for adventure, visiting cultures far and wide and making great friends everywhere he goes. “Hola, amigo!” Being multi-lingual helps on his quest. He speaks fluent English and Spanish.

As Poncho dives into every culture on Earth, he explores their customs, their dances, and their traditional-wear aka how they fiesta! As Poncho plays their wonderful instruments in jam sessions galore, he records his beats and brings them home to DJ Tropicool who mixes them into hit dance songs.

Little Orphan Orange likes to be called Lil and she wants you to know that she’s not frowning, that’s just how she smiles*! With Melon Collie by her side, she smiles a lot. Especially when she paints his toenails pink. It tickles, and Melon Collie’s laugh is infectious. These two are quite a pair. They crack each other up and always see the good in others.

A true lover of all animals, Lil may be small but her heart is as big as an elephant. She spends her days helping animals in need, and spends her nights singing them to sleep. She has a lovely voice, and likes to accompany Poncho Punch on his guitar.

Innocent and kind, Lil sees the world through pure kid logic. With her adorable chalky-sounding voice, she asks the questions that all kids want answered. Does the tooth fairy visit a shark a thousand times? How do you give a fish a bath? Do fancy cats use glitter boxes? Her friend and mentor, Strawberry Short Kook, says, “Yes, fancy cats do use glitter boxes.” And Kook should know. She works in ottertainment.

* She originally looked like this

(My apologies if these pictures look huge to you, I downsized them and for some reason that was worse)

Part 1 of 2

[howardhawkshollywood]

The back of this publicity still reads

Today’s sleek unfussed face made possible possible by the great strides of motion pictures to improve the heavy stagey makeup of yesteryear when makeup for the stage was thick and harsh because of the perspective lost after the 15th row.  Here is lovely Warner Bros. actress, Martha Vickers soon to appear in THE BIG SLEEP in today’s story.  Complexion – fresh, bright:  eyes bright, clear mouth (that is a mouth):  brow clear – bared by hair that is not a creation but hair.

From:  Warner Bros. Pictures, Inc.

321 West 44th St.

New York, New York

Printed in U.S.A.

Yes, possible is erroneously repeated twice, and the comma after actress is misplaced.

[playermagic23]

Janhvi Kapoor pays tribute to legendary stars Rekha, Mumtaz, Aruna Irani with sizzling performance at Filmfare Awards 2024, watch videos

The young actress took the audience on a nostalgic journey, celebrating the iconic personas of Rekha, Aruna Irani, and Mumtaz.

Janhvi Kapoor, who stunned everybody with her scintillating performance at the prestigious Filmfare Awards 2024 has paid tribute to the legendary divas of yesteryears. The young actress took the audience on a nostalgic journey, celebrating the iconic personas of Rekha, Aruna Irani, and Mumtaz.

Janhvi's tribute was nothing short of a spectacle, as she brought to life the magic of the past through her captivating dance moves and magnetic stage presence. The chartbuster songs of the legendary actresses, including the timeless 'Chadti Jawaani', the soulful 'Do Ghoot,' and the classic 'Pardesiya,' served as the backdrop for Janhvi's electrifying performance. Janhvi's performance mesmerized the audience, offering a tribute to the timeless beauty and grace of cinematic legends from the past.

On the work front, Janhvi Kapoor will be next seen in Mr. and Mrs. Mahi and Devara amongst more unannounced projects.

[peppermintbuttlemon]

“Perhaps he can just be a character actor which is not bad. I've always admired actors/actresses who paid their dues, like Brad Pitt, Emma Stone, Robert Patterson, etc.. Gone are the movie stars of yesteryears. Now they're just over hyped factory-manufactured zombies by CAA.”

See, this is where I thought his career was going to head. I thought he had the potential to be a good character actor. My favorite actors are usually character actors- Sam Rockwell, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Jennifer Coolidge, Steve Buscemi…I’m not saying he’s anywhere near on the same level as them, but not everyone has “leading man” quality, and that’s fine. I think signing with CAA might have been a bad move, especially the way it seems like they’re having him sign on for literally anything that comes his way.

Agreed

[bollywoodirect]

Remembering Nalini Jaywant, one of Hindi cinema's most versatile and beautiful actresses of yesteryears, on her 98th birth anniversary today (18/02/1926). Blessed with an extraordinarily serene face, as innocent as a cherub's, Nalini Jaywant was a huge star in the early fifties. Along with Suraiya, Nargis, Madhubala and Meena Kumari, she was right at the top. Making her debut in the 1941 film ‘Bahen', Nalini Jaywant was first noted in the 1948 hit, ‘Anokha Pyaar', a love triangle that also featured Dilip Kumar and Nargis. She had to die in the end and there was a not a dry eye among the audience. Her first major hit was ‘Samadhi' with Ashok Kumar, a pairing which lasted for 12 more films. It was also remembered for the jazzy number, ‘Gore Gore O Baanke Chhore'. Among her other successful movies with Ashok Kumar, were ‘Sangram', ‘Nau Bahar,' ‘Kafila', ‘Mr X' and ‘Naaz' which was shot mostly in Egypt. The star was much in demand for her versatility, which she exhibited in light, romantic films with an entertaining music score such as ‘Munimji,' ‘Hum Sab Chor Hain', ‘Naujawan' and ‘Jadoo'. Mo wonder, she was accorded the No 1 female star status in 1954 and a 1950 Filmfare poll judged her as the ‘Most beautiful star of the Year.' ‘Kala Pani' fetched her a Filmfare Award. Nalini appeared in around 60 films, ‘Bombay Race Course' -released in 1956- was her last as heroine. Though Nalini made a comeback in 1983 in ‘Nastik' as hero Amitabh Bachchan's mother, later she simply disappeared from the movie scene, the media and public glare. In the end, her long years of film stardom did not matter, and no one seemed to care. On 20, December 2010, Nalini Jayawant died of a heart attack, alone and forgotten in a small bungalow in Mumbai's Chembur suburb, where she had lived in seclusion for more than two decades.

[voidsteffy]

Thoughts on Mahanati (the 2018 Savitri biopic starring Keerthi Suresh as Savitri)?

It's the best done biopic I've seen. Nag Ashwin and crew worked hard to get most of the details about the yesteryear actress right. There isn't a single segment I felt like not seeing as an audience.

I still stand on the hill that Mahanati was Keerthy Suresh's best role, the gutsiest role she'd ever play. And I will die on this hill.

The songs are situational and an earnest attempt. Sitarama Sastry garu goes all in(to your heart) with the lyrics and they give you more to think about than the actual whole of the movie. In a good way.

Dulquer *chef's kiss*

My only issues is that the prosthetics and the lighting in the second half could have used a little bit of a closer eye.

(thanks for the ask hon! i always love talking about this movie)

[therileyandkimmyshow]

Podcast Actress Shirley Booth Golden Age of Radio Tribute

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Time Travel Western Adventure "SHOWDOWN IN YESTERYEAR" is now available.

#ShowdownInYesteryear recently acquired distribution and released Sept 1 on streaming services. Amazon, VUDU, Redbox and Spectrum VOD.

"Showdown In Yesteryear" has been screening all over the country for the last year on the film festival circuit collecting over 17 awards, including Best Feature, Best Actor Best Actress, Best Score and more.

The film is directed by #AaronBratcher, written by #GregLamberson with a story by Tim O'Hearn.

The film stars veteran actor #VernonWells (Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior, Commando) with Jeff Grennell (Collision) and #DebraLamb (Blood Craft).

Dary Dumwoody is a down on his luck cowboy. He stumbles upon a mysterious old door on the ranch, upon entering, he's suddenly thrust back in time 160 years to the old west where outlaws rule and life is extremely dangerous.

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[rajeevpradhan]

YESTERYEAR ACTRESS RADHIKA APTE