Indian Auteur- Issue no 5

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Editorial

How to Explain Pictures to a Dead Hare

One of the sole motivations for working towards establishing a scope for co-operative film criticism, production and distribution here in India was when an acquaintance in Mumbai told me it would take 20 years to change things. That’s when I believe we had a target date in hindsight. What we seek is an age where there would be freedom for the director to film the places he loves, the restaurant he visits and the college he studied. In a manner that is personal and close-and a camera style that is distinctively his very own. And a time where one is not deprived of reading criticism against great men of cinema who are thought to be infallible- A time of questioning.

A time when people will not hide behind the veil of mediocrity- in the name of serving the interest of the masses- Or protecting the rights of the proletariat. Above all; a time of choice, for every film from Mumbai we should get to hear a story from Chhattisgarh, Manipur, and Kashmir on the big screen. India stretches from Kashmir to Kanyakumari but our lives are directed and dictated from Mumbai and Chennai. Read More


Pictures- From the just concluded Shakti Samanta retrospective


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