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Командос/Commando (1988)
Nadin: Командос (Commando) Содержание (аннотация к кассете с фильмом): Это история о настоящем патриоте Чандере ( М. Чакраборти), отец которого сложил свою голову, защищая Родину. Патриотизм и любовь к Родине перешли и к сыну. Ради своей страны он готов на всё. Чандера назначают охранником на оружейный завод. Управление завода состоит в сговоре с террористами. Однажды главный герой в одиночку вступает в схватку с преступниками, спасая завод и дочь его владельца. Плутая по границе и запутывая следы, он возвращает Ашу в родной дом. Но на этом его приключения не заканчиваются…
Janio:
лиса: фотка просто суперская)))
Asha2701:
komcharukova: Для меня индийское кино началось именно с этого фильма. Мне было около 12-ти, и я пришла в кинотеатр с подружками, заранее узнав что в фильме будут ниндзя)) Тогда я сходила с ума по этому делу)) Но увидев индийский фильм, да еще и с Митхуном Чакраборти, все ниндзя куда то сбежали из моей головы, и там остался только Митхун)) Вот с тех пор и смотрю индийские фильмы только с ним))
total_life: komcharukova пишет: Вот с тех пор и смотрю индийские фильмы только с ним)) Наша деваха!!!!!
Janio:
komcharukova: Janio разве можно такое выкладывать!! это же верный нокаут
Asha2701: komcharukova пишет: Janio разве можно такое выкладывать!! это же верный нокаут Согласна. фотографии просто супер!
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total_life: Гоуранга пишет: 29263Красавчик!!!! Лежу!!!!
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NATHA: Commando By Keith – December 19, 2006 Posted in: Movies Release Year: 1988 Country: India Starring: Mithun Chakraborty, Mandakini, Hemant Birje, Kim, Danny Denzongpa, Shakti Kapoor, Amrish Puri, Asrani, Satish Shah, Om Shivpuri, Dalip Tahil, Sarla Yeolekar Script: Babbar Subhash Director: Babbar Subhash Cinematography: Radhu Karmakar Music: Bappi Lahiri Producer: Mushir Alam, Mohammad RiazI was having a conversation with our good friend Beth of Beth Loves Bollywood (which you should also be reading — I mean, what else do you have to do all day at work?) that resulted in me positing that there was no way Bollywood got out of the 1980s without making at least one ninja movie. It’s inconceivable that Bollywood, a film industry just as giddy about exploiting trends as any other country’s film industry, didn’t latch on to the explosion of ninja popularity that made the 1980s such a glorious time to be a bad film fan. Despite the Japanese origins of the ninja (for a brief summary, you should see our review of Enter the Ninja), most of the ninja movies that came out in the 1980s were made in Hong Kong or the United States, with many of the Hong Kong productions being piecemeal Frankenstein monsters created from the bits and pieces of other movies spliced with newly shot footage (usually from Italy or The Philippines) of white guys in red and yellow ninja uniforms with headbands that say “Ninja” on them, courtesy of the holy trinity of cut-rate ninja exploitation production: Thomas Tang, Godfrey Ho, and Joseph Lai. But it’s not like other countries didn’t get in on the good ninja action. Japan threw a few movies into the mix, usually featuring Hiroyuki Sanada, as did plenty of other countries. There was no way, I declared with a thump of my fist on the stained surface of my large oaken desk, that India didn’t make a ninja movie. No sooner did I post this declaration than Beth fired back with an almost immediate — and most welcome — link she’d turned up to a review on (another highly recommended website) Cinema Strikes Back of a film called Commando. Now, not only is Commando (not to be confused with Commando) a Bollywood ninja film, it’s a Bollywood ninja film from the same cast and crew who brought you Disco Dancer. I nearly fell out of my seat with joy as I looked at a series of screencaps in which our hero Jimmy (he’s got a different name in this movie, but he’ll always be Jimmy to me) faces down legions of black-clad ninjas, including the leader of the Ninja clan, who is actually named Ninja. Executing the fastest and most accurate typing job I’ve ever pulled off, I was on the IndaWeekly website, handing over my credit card number, then immediately walking over to my mailbox and wondering with anger and frustration why the DVD of Commando I order two minutes prior wasn’t yet in my trembling, impatient hands. Beth, apparently, did the same.
NATHA: Beth and I got our DVDs at about the same time, and ended up watching the movie on the same day, albeit while separated by half the width of the continental United States. Still, there’s no gulf so wide that it can’t be bridged by a guy in a V-shaped red Michael Jackson vest fighting a ninja named Ninja. Beth got her review posted fairly quickly (you can and should read it here). She and I had fairly different reactions to it, which will come up in this review as I think they illustrate a fundamental element that will go into either loving or hating this film. Predictably enough, I was sitting on my hands in an attempt not to get up and run around the room while hooting with joy as I watched Commando — keeping in mind that I tend to run around in circles and hoot at even the most trifling of things. It is, I feel, a trait most becoming in a grown and cultured man who aspires to one day be a member of either the idle rich, the landed gentry, or one of those rings of decadent, depraved, and jaded sexy Satanists. If I can combine all three into one thoroughly debauched life involving me drinking heavily while reclining with nude women on the front deck of a yacht bound for a private island of hedonism and madness in the Caribbean, so much the better. And with any luck, when we’re not in the throes of some drunken, orgiastic madness, we’ll be below decks in the posh space-age cabin watching Commando on a 52-inch plasma screen television that rises up out of the floor with the touch of a button.
NATHA: See, I have a very detailed “five-year plan.” Actualizing it is proving somewhat difficult, unfortunately. There’s no Seven Habits of Highly Effective People geared toward people with my peculiar aspirations. Commando tells the story of young Chandu, who’s name changes in the subtitles to Chander about halfway through the movie. Either way, I’m simply calling him Commando, in honor of his arch nemesis being named Ninja. The movie begins when Commando is but a boy, and his father is the commando of the family, prone to taking his young son out on early morning workouts that involve singing, at least half a dozen different track suits, running, judo, horsing around on the playground, karate, riding horses on the beach, riding bikes, shooting rifles, getting punched repeatedly in the face by his father, and doing push-ups that look less like push-ups and more like a little kid making sweet, sweet love to the ground. Perhaps this is an allegory for young Chandu’s love for Mother India, but I don’t think it’s a proper way for a boy to behave toward his mother. So let’s just chalk it up to appalling push-up form and leave it at that. Commando’s father is played by some doughy guy I thought at first was Mithun Chakraborty, Mithun Chakraborty, known to the world primarily as Jimmy, the king of disco from Disco Dancer. Upon closer inspection, though, I think it’s justs ome doughy middle aged guy, which doesn’t speak well of Mithun. As soon as they off Commando’s father, however, Commando himself is played by Mithun.
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