EXCLUSIVE: In a RARE development, Tu Meri Main Tera Main Tera Tu Meri front-row seats priced HIGHER than back rows at PVR Oberoi Mall, Goregaon and yet SOLD OUT

Tu Meri Main Tera Main Tera Tu Meri, starring Kartik Aaryan and Ananya Panday, is all set to release tomorrow. The advance booking has picked up since Monday night and the romcom is all set to take a decent start at the box office. Interestingly, an interesting development has happened, probably for the first time ever, with Tu Meri Main Tera Main Tera Tu Meri. It’s generally understood that in most multiplexes, the front-row seats are priced the lowest, and the ticket rates steadily rise as you move towards the middle and back rows. But in the case of PVR Oberoi Mall Goregaon East, the unthinkable has happened. Here, you’ll have to shell out a higher price if you want to see the musical entertainer in the first three rows. But your ticket will be cheaper if you select the middle or the back rows! For the 8:00 am and 10:45 am show of Tu Meri Main Tera Main Tera Tu Meri on December 25, the first three rows, which come under the Classic category, are available for Rs. 370. But the Prim...

Golda review – lifeless Meir biopic hides Helen Mirren’s talent in a cloud of cigarette smoke

As a drama about the Yom Kippur war, this film is bafflingly dull. As a portrait of Golda Meir, Israel’s prime minister at the time, it’s even worse

Helen Mirren’s latexed and enhanced portrayal of Golda Meir, Israel’s “Iron Lady” prime minister during the 1973 Yom Kippur war, has been overtaken by a debate about “Jewface” casting because Mirren is not Jewish – addressing why Jews are casually excluded from the otherwise fiercely policed sensibilities about authenticity and identity on screen. (Would they get a white actor, for example, to black up as President Anwar Sadat?) It’s a valid and important question, but not exactly the problem in this stately, stuffy and at times almost comatose TV-movie-type drama about tension in Israel’s corridors of power as the Yom Kippur war exploded and the country faced off against Egypt, Syria and Jordan in a battle for its very existence.

Mirren, normally such a sparkling performer, is lumbered with a grey wig, false nose and jowls, with occasional headscarf and handbag, making her look as if she is playing the Queen doing an impression of Richard Nixon. This Golda Meir impassively chainsmokes her way through wooden potted-history dialogue scenes with her military top brass, while everyone blows cigarette smoke at each other; occasionally she takes a break to lie prostrate on a hospital bed, stoically smoking and dying of cancer. Is she going to die? Why not? The film is flatlining.

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