pranabchaudhury

Another great film released in 1975, played alongside Sholay, Godfather II, Dog Day Afternoon, Jaws, Barry Lyndon, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Jana Aranya, and more. What an extraordinary year for cinema almost everything released across the globe became cult. Bollywood, too, gave us two of its most iconic showdowns. Classic, punchy, unforgettable.

Deewaar is deeply human at its core-two brothers shaped by the same pain, choosing very different paths. Amitabh Bachchan's Vijay carries anger and hurt with quiet intensity, while Shashi Kapoor's Ravi stands for hope and duty. It's not just a crime drama, but a story about family, loss, and the choices that define us. Stories like this were common back then, but if the film were released today, it would likely be rejected. They simply don't write characters like this anymore-today's Ravi would overlook his brother's crimes and support him while staying in the police. Today's Salim-Javed would probably have made the brothers sleeping with each others partners. No wonder we no longer get dialogues or moments like these on screen. Deewaar remains Yash Chopra's finest work and the film that cemented Amitabh Bachchan as "the Angry Young Man."

It's like sitting around a fire, listening to a great story-friends you root for, a villain you fear, and moments that make you laugh, cheer, and ache a little. Decades later, it still feels familiar, warm, and unforgettable. The dialogues continue to rule pop culture. Not just a movie-pure Bollywood swag. A great cast, unforgettable characters, and epic performances. A true '70s classic, and an example of how Indian and American films were made back then in the '70s which is my favorite decade of cinema. Wish movies were still made like this today...

A chaotic, hyperactive blur that tries too hard to shock. Harrelson and Lewis are wild, sure, but the film ends up feeling more noisy than clever. By the end, it's less 'satire' and more 'headache with a soundtrack.' Great cast and great performances, but the storytelling feels weird. It has that Tarantino-style vibe in the writing, but Oliver Stone seems to miss the mark.