REVEALED: Haunted – Echoes Of The Past got NCLT nod for June 12 release; makers directed to deposit all revenues in separate bank account

On June 10, the National Company Law Tribunal (NCLT), Mumbai Bench III, permitted the release of Vikram Bhatt's horror film Haunted – Echoes Of The Past on June 12, even as the project remains embroiled in an insolvency-related legal dispute. However, the Tribunal has imposed strict conditions to safeguard the interests of the ongoing Corporate Insolvency Resolution Process (CIRP). The order was passed in connection with proceedings involving K Sera Sera & Vikram Bhatt Studiovirtual World Pvt. Ltd. and Hare Krishna Media Tech Pvt. Ltd. While hearing the matter, the NCLT noted that the Resolution Professional (RP) had sought to restrain the film's release and prevent the creation of third-party rights in the movie. The Tribunal also allowed the RP to implead four additional respondents in the matter and directed them to file their replies before the next hearing. A Resolution Professional is an insolvency professional appointed by the NCLT to manage the affairs of a company...

The Surfer review – beach bum Nic Cage surfs a high tide of toxic masculinity

An office drone must suffer the machismo of an Australian coastal town in this barmy, low-budget thriller about a would-be wave-chaser

Here is a gloriously demented B-movie thriller about a middle-aged man who wants to ride a big wave and the grinning local bullies who regard the beach as home soil. “Don’t live here, don’t surf here,” they shout at any luckless tourist who dares to visit picturesque Lunar Bay on Australia’s south-western coast, where the land is heavy with heat and colour. Tempers are fraying; it’s a hundred degrees in the shade. The picture crash-lands at the Cannes film festival like a wild-eyed, brawling drunk.

The middle-aged man is unnamed, so let’s call him Nic Cage. Lorcan Finnegan’s film, after all, is as much about Cage – his image, his career history, his acting pyrotechnics – as it is about surfing or the illusory concept of home. The Surfer sets the star up as a man on the edge – a sad-sack office drone who desperately wants to belong – and then shoves him unceremoniously clear over the cliff-edge. Before long, our hero is living out of his car in the parking lot near the dunes, drinking from puddles, foraging for food from bins, and scheming all the while to make his way down to the shore.

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