Showing posts with label Rishi Kapoor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rishi Kapoor. Show all posts

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Oh Rishi, you're so fine! You're so fine you blow my mind! Hey Rishi! Hey Rishi! Hum Kisise Kum Nahin

A submission from our friend Doc Bollywood (images and captions from him; editorial snark from Beth):



[Strangest barbell ever. No-resistance training? I don't think that's the equipment Bips and John recommend in their videos. - Ed.]

Is it? Could it be? I think it is... DANCE OFF 70'S SHTYLE!!!!!!!!

I got my own backup band, my nickname is Chintu and I got yet ANOTHER amazing white outfit to do battle with you in, what you got to say now playah?

[The idea of 70s Rishi calling someone "playah" is very pleasing indeed. - Ed.]

I just included this shot for the fabulous brown ALL LEATHER SUIT that Rajesh is sporting.

[Enough about his face - that's one hell of a suit. Also, you're in no position to point fingers, Ms. Red Translucent Checkered Scarf That Might Also Be Attacking Your Head and Also I Can Fit My Entire Body into One of My Pant Legs. - Ed.]

I love this shot of the gun toting goondas coming after our band of misfits. Why? Because they are wearing matching outfits with matching leather vests to boot. Bravo costume designer, bravo.


I swear that Sanjay is wearing more makeup than Kaajal here but that killer scarf makes up for it.

[Well, movie, I say it's time for one more before we close! If you've ever wanted to know how Lawrence Welk would costume qawwali, look no further. - Ed.]

Friday, March 16, 2007

respect your elders, Kapoor-ishtyle

Doosra Aadmi (1977) features not one but two of the Kapoor dynasty princes, Rishi and Shashi (son and brother of Raj, respectively, for those who have not mapped out the Kapoor family tree), as well as Rishi's princess Neetu Singh.* I know this blog isn't for fashion dos, but I cannot resisting contrasting the male stars, who demonstrate why, in some cultures, age, with its wisdom from experience, is so venerated. For the most part, the clothes in this movie are unfuggable (and maybe even tied to plot and chacater development, but more on that in my regular blog); they are 1977 in the good way, and even our hero Rishi gets normal-looking suits that elicit no comment. But then about halfway in, while taking a drive in the country, a most mysterious phenomenon occurs: Rishi somehow manages to look simultaneously like John Belushi, Woody Allen, and Harry Potter.**


It's worse from the side.


Then just a few moments later, in the very same scene, he manages to channel 70s poster boy freshly-scrubbed cheeriness, with his dreamy stares and jaunty scarf...


until he holds his arms up too high for his cropped jacket and gives us a little muffin top.

Most of us would have muffin tops in a jacket and pants like that, which is why we here at Bollywood Fugly work so tirelessly to point out to costume designers how careful they must be.

On the bright side, however, we have the older and wiser Shashi (and my new FPMBF runner-up, by the way) showing us that a tank top, dress shirt, and leather jacket can be very successfully coordinated with just the right scarf (especially in the classic three-quarter turn, outstretched arms, coming-out-of-a-spin pose)


and that, depending on the uncle in question, maybe a little "uncle chest" can be a good thing.

Damn.

* The women in this movie got great clothes and generally looked 1970s classy, so I don't include them here.

** There are a lot of really big sunglasses in this movie, and generally speaking I like them, because they're 1) fun and 2) appropriate for the feeling and era of the movie. I'll be posting many more images of sunglasses and scarves in my write-up later this weekend.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

not so much "fug" as "woah"

Behold, just a few of the incredibly wonderful fashions from Bobby (1973). I truly enjoyed them all, even if some of them are not exactly what I would choose to wear myself. This is the best possible bell-bottomed, minidress, cat-eyed, bouffanted costuming glee. Genius work, C. G. Hanuman.

I was going to say that a picture was worth a thousand words and then just let you take it all in, but then I remembered that it was imperative that I point out that the long white dress with the paisley shapes in it has cut-out bits inside the paisleys, because I didn't notice that the first time I saw it.