Evony’s 4th “Free” Package


Evony’s 4th “Free” Package

With today’s patch they are adding the 4th incarnation of what they consider their most popular package:

Bonus Package 4! As always, to see the contents of the package, use the top left gift box icon. Click on Bonus Package 4 to check out the medals, guidelines, Michelangelo’s Script and tons of other goodies!

Players may qualify for this package by clicking Buy Game Coins and spending $30 or more by July 21st! Remember, you can only claim one package per purchase!

They are also making some improvements to several items in the game to make them more useful, so that your Cents go farther!

* The Wealth of Nations increases hero’s Politics by 25%. Effective for 7 days (up from 24 hours).
* Excalibur increases hero’s Attack by 25%. Effective for 7 days (up from 24 hours).
* The Art of War increases hero’s Intelligence by 25%. Effective for 7 days (up from 24 hours).
* Corselet increases Defence of attacking troops by 20% (up from 10%). Effective for 24 hours.
* Ultra Corselet increases Defence of attacking troops by 20% (up from 10%). Effective for 7 days.
* Penicillin decreases casualty by 30%. Effective for 7 days (up from 24 hours).
* War Horn increases Attack of attacking troops by 20% (up from 10%). Effective for 24 hours.
* Ivory Horn increases Attack of attacking troops by 20% (up from 10%). Effective for 7 days.
* Tax Policy increases tax revenue by 100% (up from 25%). Effective for 24 hours.
* Adv Tax Policy increases tax revenue by 100% (up from 25%). Effective for 7 days.
* Anabasis Increase hero’s Experience by 1,000 or 8% of current level cap (whichever is greater).
* Epitome of Military Science Increase hero’s Experience by 10,000 or 30% of current level cap (whichever is greater).
* On War Increase hero’s Experience by 100,000 or 100% of current level cap (whichever is greater).

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Bollywood Dialog


Don ka intezar to baara mulko ki police kar rahi hai. Lekin Don ko pakadna muskhil he nahi, namumkin bhi hai
– Amitabh Bachchan, Don (1978)

Mujhe iske Jootho ka style pasand nahi aaya
– Amitabh Bachchan, Don (1978)

Chain quli ki main quli ki chain
– Amitabh Bachchan and others, Satte Pe Satta (1982)

Basanti, In kutto ke samne mat nachna
-Dharmendra, Sholay (1975)

Mogamo Khush hua
– Amrish Puri, Mr. India (1987)

Yeh haath Mujhe de de thakur
– Amjad Khan, Sholay (1975)

Jab tak bhetne ko na kaha jaye, khade raho! Yeh Police station hai Tumhare baap ka ghar nahi!
– Amitabh Bachchan, Zanjeer (1973)

Zindagi aur maut uparwale ke haath hai jahanpana, jise na aap badal sakte hai na mein. hum sab toh rangmanch ki katputlia hai, jiski door uparwale ke haath bandhi hai. Kan, Kaun, kaise uthega, yeh koi Nahi janta.
– Rajesh Khanna, Anand (1970)

Yeh bhi toh nahi keh sakta, ki meri umar tujhe lag jaye!
-Rajesh Khanna, Anand (1970)

Koi mar gaya kya?
Akshaye Khanna, Dil Chahta Hai (2001)

Kitne aadmi the?
– Amjad Khan, Sholay (1975)

Kaun Kambakht Bardasht karne ke liye peeta hai…
-Shahrukh Khan, Devdas (2002)

Kaun?
-Urmila Matondkar, Kaun? (1999)

Jab gaaon main bachchha rota hain,to uski maa kahti hai ki beta soja soja warna crime master gogo aa jayega..
Aamir Khan, Andaz Apna Apna (1994)

Itna sannata kyon hai bhai?
A K Hangal, Sholay (1975)

Jhakasssssss
– Anil Kapoor, Yudh (1985)

Mein to unko taab se janti hu jaab se Mein panch saal ki thi!!
-Sridevi, Lamhe (1991)

Rishtey main to hum tumharey baap lagtey hain, Naam hai Shenshah
Amitabh Bachchan, Shahenshah (1988)

Phata Poshter…. Nikla HERO!!!
– Naseerudin Shah, Hero Hiralal (1988)

Humaara naam Soorma Bhoopali aise nahin hai!!!
– Jagdeep, Sholay (1975)

Do rupaye main kya saara jungle kareedoge?
– Jagdeep, Sholay (1975)

Mumbai ka bhai kaun?
– Manoj Bajpai, Satya (1998)

Na koi maarta hai, na koi marta hai
– Manoj Bajpai, Aks (2001)

Main tumhe chand dikha raha hoo aur tum mere ungli ki galti nikal rahi ho
– Sanjay Dutt, Khoobsurat (1999)

Tumhara naam kya hai basanti?
– Amitabh Bachchan, Sholay (1975)

Mein chota sa, pyara sa, nanha sa, baccha hoon
– Shakti kapoor, Chaalbaaz (1989)

Police officer, you are a foolish officer
– Utpal Dutt, Golmaal (1979)

Bewkoof aur c**tiye mein dhage bhar ke pharak hota hega bhaiya dhaage kahenge bewkoof par honge chutoye. aur jo dhaaga hainch do, to kaun hai bewkoof, kaun chu**** , karod rupe ka prashan hai bhaiya….”
-Saif Ali Khan, Omkara (2006)

Sarat ghodo par lagate hai kathor, shero par nahi
– Ajay Devgan, Omkara (2006)

Yaadi yaadhi bailgaadi
-Saif Ali Khan, Omkara (2006)

Maamu let ja teri toh vaat lag gayi
Boman Irani, Munnabhai, M.B.B.S (2003)

Yeh bacchhon ke khelne ki cheez nahi, haath kat jaaye toh khoon nikal aata hai
– Raj Kumar, Waqt (1965)

Thakur to ggggiyo
– Ashok Sharaf, Karan Arjun (1995)

Maa main aa gaya
-Hrithik Roshan, Koi….Mil Gaya (2003)

Hawa tez hai Dinkar Rao.. Topi sambhalo, nahin to udd jayega
-Amitabh Bachchan, Agneepath (1990)

Naam:Vijay deenanath chauhan..Poora naam, baap ka naam:deena nath chauhan, maa ka naam, suhasini chauhan
– Amitabh Bachchan, Agneepath (1990)

daru pine se liwar kharab ho jaata hai..
– Amitabh Bachchan, Satte pe Satta (1982)

Duniya main do type ke kide hote hai..
– Amitabh Bachchan, Hum (1991)

Pyari nahi bahut sari baatein karti hai!!!!
– Amitabh Bachchan, Sholay (1975)

Yeh Ramgadh walen apni ladkiyon ko kaunse chakki ka aata khilate hai?
Amjad Khan, Sholay (1975)

Yeh dhai kilo ka haath jab kisi pe padta hai toh who uththa nahi uth jaata hai
– Sunny Deol, Damini

Tarikh Pe tarikh
– Sunny Deol, Damini (1993)

Agar koi mere ek gaal par thapad maare toh doosra gaal aage karne ke liye main Gandiji itna mahaan nahi hoo
– Nagarjun, Shiva (1989)

Chal Dhano! Aaj teri Basanti ki izzhat ka saawal hai
– Hema Malini, Sholay (1975)

Babumoshaiiiiii……
– Rajesh Khanna, Anand (1970)

Dikhaaee naheen deta? to kahaan rehta hai? ye aajkal apna malhotra bhi dikhaaee naheen deta.. kahaan rehta hai vo? dikhaaee de to mere paas bhejna..
Anu Kapoor, Mr. India (1987)

Mere paas maa hai
Shashi Kapoor, Deewar (1975)

Hum jahan par khade hote hai, Line wahan se suru hoti hai
– Amitabh Bachchan, Kaalia (1981)

Arre sir kya baat kar rahe hain aap? hamaara akhbaar to ek chhoti si family hai.. main kaise seema ko nikaal sakta hoon.. vo to bas jab isne kaha ki aap dikhaaee naheen dete to……… lekin ab jab maine aapko dekha.. mera matlab hai naheen dekha…. to… dekha na.. ki naheen dekh sakte….
– Anu Kapoor, Mr. India (1987)

Balmaaaa
Shakti Kapoor, Chalbaaz (1989)

Ki..ki…ki…Kiran
-Shahrukh Khan, Darr (1993)

Mooche ho to Nathulal jaise ho….warna na ho
– Amitabh Bachchan, Sharaabi (1984)

Dosti ki hai – nibhani toh padegi
– Salman Khan, Maine Pyar Kiya (1989)

Sara saher mujhe loin ke naam se jaanta hai
Ajit, Kalicharan (1976)

Aaisa he hoo main..
Ajay Devgan, Pyar toh Hona he tha (1998)

Thoda TV ko dekhne, Thoda Biwi ko dekhne ka
– Kunal Vijaykar, Ab Tak Chappan (2004)

Gaaaaaang!!
-Sanjeev Kumar, Angoor (1982)

Kaunsa labz?
Paresh rawal. Hera Pheri (2000)

Preetam aan milo
Sanjeev Kumar. Angoor (1982)

Bada footage kha rahee hai Bus
– Sanjeev Kumar, Angoor (1982)

Ek macchar aadmi ko hijda bana deti hai
– Nana Patekar, Yashwant (1997)

Main janta hoo aapko sahare ki jaroorat nahi, main toh sirf saath dene aaya hoo
– Priyanshu Chatterjee, Tum Bin (2001)

Jhooth nahi pasand mujhe. Kahan tha tumse
– Ajay Devgan, Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam (1999)

Aaj Khush toh bahut honge tum?
– Amitabh Bachchan, Deewar (1975)

Mere pitaji kehte the ki kurta toh sharir ke uprardh ki lajja nivaran ke liye hota hai
– Amol Palekar, Golmal (1979)

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeish!!!!
– Utpal Dutt, Golmal (1979)

Pyar karti hai mujhe?
– Abhay Deol, Ahista Ahista (2007)

Mujhe dosti karoge
– Dimple Kapadia, Bobby (1973)

Dibba!!!!
– Dimple Kapadia, Bobby (1973)

Aap ke paon dekhe, bahut haseen hai. Inhe zameen par mat utariyega  maile ho jayenge
–Raj Kumar,  Pakeezah (1972)

Pehle us aadmi ka sign leke aao jisne mere haath par yeh likh diya
– Amitabh Bachchan, Deewar (1973)

Mere paas maa hai!!!
– Shashi Kapoor, Deewar (1973)

Bade Bade desho main choti choti baatein hoti rehti hai
-Shahrukh Khan, Dilwale Dulhaniya Le jayenge (1995)

machli?? woh me kha gaya……mast tel me fry karke kha gaya…..cha mai la!!

– Paresh Rawal, Hera Pheri (2000)

Tumhare filmon mein bahut saare take hote hain, ek take nahin to doosra sahi, lekin zindagi ke is khel mein humein sirf ek take milta hai aur us take mein galti hui, to zindagi maut ke saamne ghutne tek deti hai!!
– Akhay Kumar, Main Khiladi Tu anari (1994)

Marathi manus Jaaga ho
-Paresh Rawal, Hera Pheri (2000)

Pyar sirf ek bar hota hai aur shaadhi bhi ekhi baar hota hai
-Shahrukh Khan, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (1998)

Bol Diya?
– Arbaaz Khan, Pyar Kiya toh darna kya (1998)

yeah zulfe hai tumhari, ya hai resham ka jaal ….khushnasib hai wo ….khushnasib hai wo chuhe ..jinhone katre tumhare baal …..
– Laxmikant Berde, Maine Pyar Kiya (1989)

Aaj tak tum bolte aaye aur mein sunta aaya..aaaj…mein boloonga aur tum sunoge!
– Amitabh Bachchan, Anand (1971)

hai bhagwan…utta le re utta le…………….mereko nahi!! iin dono ko ..re baba!
-Paresh Rawal, Hera Pheri (2000)

Saab, aap bahut maara apun ko, par main jo ek maara, solid laga ki nahi!?
– Amitabh Bachchan, Amar Akbar Anthony (1977)

To tumhe kya lagta hai, mai is takiye pe roz baitha hoo
– Saif Ali Khan, Dil Chahta Hai (2001)

pushpa..yeh aansu poch dalo.. I hate tears
– Rajesh Khanna, Amar Prem (1971)

mere mann ko bhaya maine kutta kkat ke khaya
– Mukesh Tiwari, China Gate (1998)

babuji na kahan gao chodo, sab ne kaha ke paro ko chodo, paro ne kahan sharab chodo, ab tum kehe rahin ho ki is haweli ko chodo, hmm ek din ayega jab sub kahengi ki bus yeh duniya hi chodo.
– Shahrukh Khan, Devdas (2002)

1. Badhai ho, tum baap bannay waalay ho
2.Khabardar jo mujhe chhua bhi, main apni jaan dey doongi
3.”Tumhare dahine kandhe pe til hai?” “nahi” “mujhe bhi” tum to mere bicchade huay bhai ho.(From Angoor)
4.Inspector! Giraftaar karlo issey
5.Bhagwan, maine aaj tak tumse kuch nahin manga, aaj pahli baar kuch maang raha hoon
6.Rishte mein hum tumhare baap lagte hain, naam hai Shahenshah. (From Shahenshah )
7.Sara shahar mujhe Lion ke naam se jaanta hai.(Kalicharan)
8.Main aur meri tanhai aksar yeh baate karte hain, tum hoti to aisa hota, tum hoti to waisa hota, 
tum is baat par hansti, us baat par hairan hoti.( Silsila )
9.”Yahan pes@b karna mana hai”(reading)”kamaal hai,hum yahan pes@b karne thode aaye hai” (Khosla ka Ghosla)
10.(Biggest but the best one from Chak De India)
Sattar minute. Sattar minute hain tumhaare paas. Shaayad tumhari zindagi ke sabse khaas sattar minute. 
Aaj tum achha khelo ya bura, yeh sattar minute tumhe zindagi bhar yaad rahenge. Aur kaise khelna hai, 
aaj main tumhe nahin bataoonga. Bas itna kahoonga ki jao aur yeh sattar minute jee bharkar khel lo. 
Kyunki iske baad aane wali zindagi mein chahe kuch sahi ho ya na ho, chahe kuch rahe ya na rahe, 
tum haaro ya jeeto, lekin yeh sattar minute tumse koi nahin chheen sakta. Koi nahin. Toh maine socha 
ki is match mein kaisa khelna hai aaj main tumhe nahin bataaoonga balki tum mujhe bataoge. Khelkar. 
Kyunki main jaanta hoon, ki agar yeh sattar minute is team ka har player apni zindagi ki sabse badhiya 
hockey khel gaya toh yeh sattar minute khuda bhi tumse waapas nahin maang sakta. Toh jao. Jao aur 
apne aap se, is zindagi se, apne khuda se, aur har us insaan se jisne tumhe… tumpar bharosa nahin kiya, 
apne sattar minute chheen lo.

Oscars 2009: Full list of winners


The statuettes handed out at the 81st annual Academy Awards at the Kodak theatre, Los Angeles

Best film
Christian Colson, Slumdog Millionaire

Best actor
Sean Penn, Milk

 

Best actress
Kate Winslet, The Reader

Best director
Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire

Best foreign language film
Japan, Yojiro Takita, Departures

 

Best song
Jai Ho, by AR Rahman and Gulzar, Slumdog Millionaire

Best original score
AR Rahman, Slumdog Millionaire

Jean Hersholt Humanitarian award
Jerry Lewis

Best film editing
Chris Dickens, Slumdog Millionaire

Best sound mixing
Ian Tapp, Richard Pryke and Resul Pookutty, Slumdog Millionaire

Best sound editing
Richard King, The Dark Knight

Best visual effects
Eric Barba, Steve Preeg, Burt Dalton and Craig Barron, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Best documentary short
Megan Mylan, Smile Pinki

Best documentary feature
James Marsh and Simon Chinn, Man On Wire

Best supporting actor
Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight

Best live-action short
Jochen Alexander Freydank, Spielzeugland (Toyland)

Best cinematography
Anthony Dod Mantle, Slumdog Millionaire

Best makeup
Greg Cannom, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Best costume design
Michael O’Connor, The Duchess

Best art direction
Donald Graham Burt and Victor J Zolfo, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Best animated short
Kunio Kato, La Maison en Petits Cubes

Best animated feature
Andrew Stanton, WALL-E

Best adapted screenplay
Simon Beaufoy, Slumdog Millionaire

Best original screenplay
Dustin Lance Black, Milk

Best supporting actress
Penélope Cruz, Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Oscars 2009 live: the 81st Academy Awards as it happened


Welcome to our live blog of Oscars 2009 – a real night to remember for British talent as Danny Boyle’s Slumdog Millionaire swept the boards and Kate Winslet ended her Oscar duck

 

 

 

 

Cast and crew of Slumdog Millionaire with the Oscar for best film

 

Slumdog’s day … cast and crew of Slumdog Millionaire with the Oscar for best film. Photograph: Gabriel Bouys/AFP/Getty Images

11.12pm: Code amber at the 81st annual Academy Awards. Welcome, welcome one and all: to the liggers behind the cordons, the dignitaries in their limos and to the hoi-polloi like us, camped out in front of the TV set. The carpet is laid, the lamps are lit and the sharpshooters have taken up their positions on the rooftops overlooking the Kodak theatre (presumably just a cautionary measure, in case Mickey Rourke gets too lary).

A swift note to those flummoxed by the time-stamp: we’re working on Greenwich Mean Time, on account of sitting in a deserted office in London as opposed to, say, in row D, right next to Jack Nicholson. Trust this doesn’t break the illusion. Right now, for instance, it is a shade after 3pm in California. The early arrivals will be showing up any moment now.

11.28pm: Have we time for an Oscar preamble? I’m guessing that we do, seeing as the carpet is currently playing host to Fearne Cotton, an irritable-looking woman in a black dress and a few hired goons dangling security passes around their necks. Time enough for preambling, I feel.

What will win and who will lose? Evidence suggests (screams, more like) that most of the big awards are all over bar the presentation. The drumbeat for the likes of Slumdog Millionaire, Kate Winslet and Heath Ledger began with the Globes, continued through the Baftas and appeared to reach a depressing crescendo two days ago with the reputed leak of a winners’ list that installed Slumdog as best picture, Winslet as best actress and Mickey Rourke as actor. Now it must be pointed out that the Academy have sworn up and down that this list is a fiction, a hoax, a tissue of lies, and that the votes were still being counted when it was sprung on the world.

Now cynics will obviously contend that this was always going to be their response. What else are they going to say? “Oh yeah, that’s the list. Still, tune in anyway on the night of 22 February to see whether Angelina Jolie is wearing a white dress or a black one”?

Down on the red carpet Fearne Cotton is insisting time and again that “the Oscars are mad”. People don’t realise this, she asserts with the fiery, wild-eyed conviction of an angry down-and-out. The Oscars are mad! Pray God that the world will listen. If the Oscars are mad they need urgent psychiatric attention, and Fearne is but one woman; a lone voice in the wilderness.

11.39pm: Thanks for the early comments. Yes, Zoe Margolis, I have some industrial strength coffee at my elbow (perilously near my elbow) as I type. And yes, annapickard, the sole purpose of Jack being here is so he can get drunk off his arse (we tried for Helen Mirren but she was “unavailable”, they told us). So right now he’s sitting here in his tux, sober as a judge and as excited as a kitten. Come sun-up he will be rolling in a gutter, singing Moon River to a passing policeman. Coincidentally this is also Mickey Rourke’s itinerary for the evening.

11.50pm: What’s become of the red carpet? Whither the Kodak theatre? We have become lost in the backrooms and corporate corridors of some infernal LA convention centre. Fearne Cotton has slipped the leash and is running frantically back and forth, shouting “Wow!” and hugging passersby.

Whoops, and now she’s run slap-bang up against the child stars of Slumdog Millionaire. At least their air of unruly excitement seems genuine; an antidote to all the counterfeit glee that’s wafting around their ears. “Can I just say that that was so cute?” coos Fearne afterwards. She can and she does, almost killing the moment into the bargain. Almost, but thankfully not quite.

0.01am: The cast of Slumdog Millionaire seem to be dominating the first part of this Oscar night, just as the bookies are predicting they will dominate the last. Here come grinning Dev Patel and demure Freida Pinto, who appears to have shown up without her “secret husband”, which is a shame. Notebooks out, fashionistas: Pinto confesses that her dress is by John Galliano.

Still on a sartorial note, Miley Cyrus has gone out on a limb with her own outfit. Subediting Chai remarks that she looks “like a mountain of doilies”. I’m hoping that Fearne will pursue this line of inquiry. “Wow, Miley, you look both amazing and mad! Have you come as a mountain of doilies?”

0.17am: Ahead of the event, Academy president Sid Ganis was at pains to point out that this year’s Oscars “is going to be a show that takes some bold risks”. Swirling rumours from the red carpet suggest that this means that it is to feature some musical numbers. Outside the Kodak, everyone is contorted with anticipation at this prospect. Musical numbers! It only goes to prove that Fearne was right, and that the Oscars have officially gone as bazonkas as a bagful of snakes. Batten down the hatches, people. This will be razzle and there may even be dazzle. So don’t say you haven’t been warned.

0.27am: Shame. Fearne Cotton does not say that Miley Cyrus looks like the Thunder Mountain of Doilies. She says she looks “beautiful” and is wearing “a princess dress”. Down on the comment board, NeverEnoughShoes likes it too, however, so what do we know?

Oh, and here comes Josh Brolin – so good in Milk but destined, surely, to fall to the posthumous challenge of Heath Ledger in the hunt for the best supporting actor Oscar. Brolin says that his plans for the night are to sweep up some awards and then head off to the party. I’m guessing that he will fulfill at least one of those ambitions.

0.39am: The first truly bizarre moment of this year’s Oscars comes courtesy of (you guessed it) Mickey Rourke. He ambles up the red carpet wearing the white suit of a cinematic paladin, the Sir Gallahad of Beverly Hills.

But check out those accoutrements. That gold chain rattling round his pants is the choke chain that once nestled at the throat of his late dog, Loki (handy for when he got a bit too frisky or murderous). That medallion round his neck contains a picture of Loki in happier times. Just look at Loki. His ears are up and his tongue is pink and he gazes out at Fearne with a stare of sweet, soulful wisdom.

For her part, Fearne inspects the gold choke chain and declares that it is “beautiful”. Rourke seems happy enough with that verdict. With that he prepares to lead Loki on what may be his last walk, up the steps and towards an Oscar. No nature breaks on the way, please. Let’s keep it clean down there.

0.52am: One of this year’s key questions solved. Angelina Jolie is wearing a black dress, not a white one. Inevitably her arrival causes quite a stir. “The crowd behind me are literally going bonkers,” claims excitable Fearne Cotton. Watch out, Fearne! They’ll bum-rush the cordons and devour you whole; screaming, screaming all the while.

More alarmingly, this mounting mood of insanity appears to be claiming the presenters too. Back in London, Claudia Winkleman insists that she will “eat her hair and wail” if Slumdog Millionaire doesn’t win the best picture Oscar.Will she really do this? It almost makes me want Slumdog to crash and burn

1.03am: Are they all in the theatre? Hurry up, hurry up; there is only so much red carpet we can stare at, only so much Fearne we can stomach (mad and ‘mazing though she is).

1.20am: Finally, it’s the 81st annual Academy Awards. Actually I’m lying – the ceremony hasn’t quite started yet, but the carpet trundling seems to have stopped and by the time I finish writing this, we will be under way … under way … any minute now.

In the meantime, let’s recap. Slumdog Millionaire is the prohibitive favourite to win the best film gong, with The Curious Case of Benjamin Button trailing a distant second. Kate Winslet is likewise the hot favourite to win her first acting Oscar for her role in The Reader as the Evil Nazi Death Camp Fraulein What Can’t Read (this, it should be pointed out, is not how Winslet would describe the role herself).

The race for best actor is a tad more open. Mickey Rourke is the slight favourite here for his superb, cathartic turn in The Wrestler, although Sean Penn is in with a shout courtesy of a brilliant impersonation of Harvey Milk in the Gus van Sant biopic. Insiders are also speculating that Rourke’s high-living, high-rolling, high-profile antics since the Baftas may end up swinging late voters in Penn’s favour. It’s a curious case of affairs when the brawling, paparazzi-bashing Penn is set up as the noble good guy to Rourke’s reprobate. Maybe, once all this is over, they can team up for a remake of some odd couple buddy movie: Tango and Cash, perhaps, or Turner and Hooch.

1.29am: Thanks to Conrad Quilty-Harper who emails me with Ryan Seacrest’s astounding red carpet interview with the young cast of Slumdog, over on E!

Hate to admit it, but it’s enough to make me think well of Fearne Cotton. First up, Seacrest assembles the kids and breezily confesses that he “can’t pronounce all these names”. Then, after grilling one child who looks about nine years old, he turns to the camera and marvels that this kid “doesn’t speak English” (Seacrest’s Hindi, by contrast, is presumably beyond reproach).

I know this is the same Seacrest guy who is constantly boasting that he is “live on E!”, but that’s really no excuse.

Aha, it is the end of the beginning. Now, at long last, the ceremony is about to commence.

1.41am: So here they come: the 81st Academy Awards.

Out walks Oscar host Hugh Jackman, the razzle-dazzle roughneck; Clark Gable channelling the spirit of Bruce Forsyth (or should that be the other way around?).

With respect to the recession, Jackman promptly hurls himself into a no-frills musical routine, complete with the cardboard backdrops of an am-dram production and gallant support from Anne Hathaway (who can actually sing). Against all the odds, it’s pretty good: amiable, warm-hearted and unashamedly shambolic. Say what you like, you’d never have caught Jon Stewart doing something like this.

Random thought: hasn’t Jackman built a career on snagging the jobs that Russell Crowe turned down (X-Men; Australia)? This raises the enticing prospect that Crowe was offered the gig first. I’d like to have seen that. Crowe would have mumbled a poem into the mic, tussled with the bouncers when his monologue overran and then laid out a guest presenter who made a light-hearted crack about his weight. It would have been both mad and amazing.

Ah well, maybe next year.

Another random thought: does this opening routine mean that we are in for the Depression-era Oscars? If so, one wonders how far they are going to push the envelope. Will we be treated to a Soup Kitchen Spectacular, in which Robert De Niro and Miley Cyrus spoon out gruel to the hungry? Or maybe a Dustbowl Interlude, in which a wind machine blows top-soil into the eyes of the great and the good. Time will tell.

1.46am: Jackman’s celebrity roast comes out of the oven a little underdone. First he flirts with Kate Winslet (who seems to be have been seated suspiciously near the front). Then he plumps himself down in Frank Langella‘s lap, and informs the debauched melted candle otherwise known as Mickey Rourke that he “looks great”. Even dear departed Loki would have struggled to say that with a straight face (straight muzzle?).

1.59am: The first award for the night is the Academy Award for best supporting actress, presented by a quintet of former winners (including Anjelica Huston, who seems intent on lavishing Penélope Cruz with faint praise: “Even if we didn’t understand every word you said …”)

If anything, Cruz is the slight favourite for this one, although everyone will fancy their chances here.

And the Oscar goes to …. Penélope Cruz for her turn as the Latin virago in Woody Allen‘s Vicky Cristina Barcelona.

“Has anyone fainted here before, because I may be the first one,” gulps Cruz, who goes on to pay tribute to Allen as well as Spanish mentors Pedro Almodóvar and Bigas Luna (who gave Cruz her first role, in 1992’s Jamon Jamon). “Art is our universal language,” she concludes, perhaps in riposte to Huston.

2.03am: Second award of the night: best original screenplay. It goes to Dustin Lance Black for Milk.

At the podium, Black provides the first tears of the night, as he recalls how the assassinated gay rights activist Harvey Milk was an inspiration for him and pushes for the repeal of Proposition Eight.

Thanks to Hazlit, who informs me that Russell Crowe actually hosted the Australian Film awards a few years back. Rather depressingly, Hazlit goes on to say that the event was eminently forgettable. Maybe we’ll stick with Jackman after all.

The award, incidentally, is presented by Tina Fey and Steve Martin who are genuinely, rousingly amusing, veering off into perfectly timed jibe at Hollywood Scientologists and waxing lyrical about “our religion, which we made up”. Hasn’t Martin hosted this shebang a few times in the past? He was good value, as I recall.

2.06am: And the award for best adapted screenplay goes to … Simon Beaufoy for Slumdog Millionaire. One suspects that this award is the first of many. On stage, Beaufoy offers thanks to director Danny Boyle and proucer Christian Colson – “the other two musketeers”. Chances are they will have the chance to return the favour before too long.

2.14am: Turns out we were misled by the interminable parade out on the red carpet. We are now rattling through these awards at a rate that suggests that the organisers might have double-booked the Kodak Theatre. Maybe Sunday night is Bingo night.

So the Oscar for best animated feature goes where everyone said it would – to Pixar’s terrific WALL-E, and few will have an issue with that.

Moments later the gong for best animated short is handed to Kunio Kato for La Maison en Petits Cubes. I don’t know whether Kato was the hot favourite or the wild-card outsider in this category. I’m not sure whether he did either.

2.19am: “The film now moves from the page to the stage,” announces Sarah Jessica Parker, and her co-presenter Daniel Craig flicks a nervous glance to the wings. Maybe he thinks that the film literally is moving, right this minute, and that any second it is going to fly out from behind the curtain and knock him senseless.

But no, he’s all right. It’s just the preamble to the award for art direction and it goes to The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. David Fincher‘s yarn led the field coming into the night with a whopping 13 nominations. For all that, it is currently running in the shadow of Slumdog.

2.26am: Union flags at the ready. Rule Britannia etc, etc, etc. Michael O’Connor scoops the costume design award for his work on The Duchess, which goes down as another British success. Over at the next bank of desks, my colleague Jason Solomons is delighted. He tipped O’Connor for this award some six months ago, when The Duchess first came out.

No thanks for Jason from the podium, however. Typical. You trumpet these people for all you’re worth. You build them up and make them what they are. And where’s the thanks? There is no thanks. Instead, they walk away without a backward glance – all the way to the Oscar then on to the party, perhaps to dance with a showgirl and jump in a swimming pool. “Jason who?” he’s thinking now. “Jason who?”

2.29am: Whoops, fell behind and missed out on the makeup award. What am I thinking? The Oscar goes to … The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which is now two for 13. Congratulations to the powder crowd.

2.37am: Accompanied by Natalie Portman, Ben Stiller shuffles out on stage in the guise of Joaquin Phoenix. He is sporting a Unabomber beard and a zonked-out thousand-yard stare. “This is ridiculous,” says Portman. “You’re chewing gum at the Oscars.” Stiller simply wanders off and inspects his shoes.

And the Oscar for cinematography goes to the great Anthony Dod Mantle for Slumdog Millionaire. Seems a good choice to me. Mantle is one of the world’s great cinematographers and, with Slumdog, he conjured up a brilliant, vibrant, vital and grimy vision of Mumbai. Not sure, but I think that Slumdog and Button are now locked in a dead heat on two awards apiece. The night is still young, however.

2.43am: Oh, and we should point out at this point that no, the Academy were not lying when they poured scorn on the notorious Leaked List of Winners. This list, remember, said that Amy Adams would win the best supporting actress Oscar, and that In Bruges would be named best original screenplay. In the event, the winners were Penélope Cruz and Milk. All at once these Oscars seem almost dramatic again.

2.50am: Another five minutes, another award. This one is for live-action short and it goes to Spielzeugland, which means “Toyland”. Toyland sounds more enticing, and is altogether more easy to type.

Incidentally, I’m wary of saying this, but these Oscars are really rather funny. What’s not to like about James Franco and Seth Rogen’s Beavis and Butthead routine, slobbed on the couch in front of this year’s contenders. Their giggling and guffawing at The Reader is somehow more damning (and more exposing of the film’s overweening pomposity) than a thousand bad reviews.

3.02am: OK, so here is one of those “bold risks” that Sid Ganis was promising. And as predicted it is musical in nature. Here is a grand slice of Depression-era escapism. It features Hugh Jackman in a top hat and Beyoncé in a red dress (and a top hat), and they are singing show-tunes and Abba medleys at each other. On and on it goes, boldly going to riskiness and back, and afterwards the crowd applauds indulgently. I think my ears are bleeding. Someone fetch me a tissue.

The “man who created that number” is Baz Luhrmann, apparently. He sits in his seat looking suitably sheepish as the applause peters out around him. And with that we cut to a commercial break. One of these commercials is for razor blades. Considering what we have just been subjected to, this strikes me as somewhat irresponsible.

3.12am: We have now reached the Oscar for best supporting actor; the nearest thing to a foregone conclusion. It goes – posthumously – to Heath Ledger for his splendidly scary, slippery performance as the Joker in The Dark Knight and is collected by his family.

Of course, this award probably should have gone to him a few years back for Brokeback Mountain. But few would begrudge this. Ledger was a devastatingly good actor, whose death at the age of 28 caught us all by surprise. He now joins Peter Finch as the only thespians to ever win a posthumous acting Oscar. The final chapter has been written and if it’s not a happy ending, exactly, it is at least a satisfying one.

3.17am: My, the documentary category is strong this year. In the event the Oscar goes, not to the legendary Werner Herzog, nor to the makers of the camcorder Katrina masterpiece, Trouble the Water.

It goes, instead, to James Marsh’s marvellous Man On Wire, about the French high-wire daredevil Philippe Petit.

“This is the shortest speech in Oscar history – Yes!” says Petit. “But I also want to say, because I always break my own rules, that’s what I do, I also want to say …” And with that he’s off on a delightful ramble. Thank heavens he was more surefooted when he walked that tightrope all those years ago.

3.28am: Huge Action (as aTeaButNoE dubs him) is back on stage, sans the top hat, to usher in the postproduction awards. Now these are traditionally regarded as the – how shall we put this? – less glamorous section of the Oscar telecast. Except that Huge is having none of this. “This is the cool stuff,” he barks. “Take a look.” And with that we are treated to a angry, hectoring montage of stunt scenes – as opposed to, say, an elderly sound editor bent low over an AVID.

And the Oscar for best visual effects goes to … The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. David Fincher’s epic fable has now nosed into the lead, with three gongs so far.

3.38am: Award No 2 for The Dark Knight, which wins for sound editing. Claiming the award is sound editor Richard King. He bears a spooky resemblance to Richard Jenkins, the best actor nominee for The Visitor. Has anyone seen these two people together at the same time? Has Jenkins reasoned that the best chance he stands of winning an Oscar this year is to pass himself off as some sound editor no one knows anyway. Cunning move, Jenkins.

Seconds later comes the award for sound mixing, which on no account is ever to be confused with sound editing; perish that thought. As if to drive the point home, the Academy gives this Oscar to a very different film – Slumdog Millionaire, bringing it level with Benjamin Button on three awards.

Scratch that, Slumdog now has four. It’s just won the editing Oscar too. Chris Dickens takes the award and says that he loved working on the film and “didn’t want it to end”. Isn’t this a handicap for an editor? “I love this film so much that I don’t want it to end. Here’s a final cut that runs 867 minutes.”

3.50am: He has been a screeching clown, a gurning sidekick, a sour chatshow host in The King of Comedy and a charity powerhouse. And now, it transpires, Jerry Lewis is an Oscar-winner as well. The original Nutty Professor accepts a lifetime achievement gong from his successor Eddie Murphy in recognition for his humanitarian efforts over the past 50-odd years.

At the podium, Lewis seems subdued, possibly ailing, and it is only at the end that he cracks his trademark goofy grin, brandishing his statue at someone in the crowd. For all the talk of Jerry’s achievement, however, there is no mention of The Day the Clown Cried, his notorious 1970s tale of a loveable entertainer who cheers up the kids in the concentration camps. The film was yanked from circulation and has never been knowingly screened. Nearly four decades on, however, and here comes Kate Winslet as the runaway favourite to win an Oscar for playing an Evil Nazi Death Camp Guard What Can’t Read. Once upon a time it could have been Jerry.

3.57am: You want the Oscar for original score? You got it.

Well actually, you haven’t got it. AR Rahman has got it. He wrote the score for Slumdog Millionaire, so he probably deserves it more than we do in any case. And with that, Danny Boyle’s Mumbai picaresque puts further distance between itself and that film about the buttons. It now has five Oscars to Benjamin’s three.

4.06am: It’s a bumper musical-medley-mash-up, live on stage and as bold and as risk-taking as Philippe Petit walking blindfolded on a bit of dental floss. Having just necked a bottle of scotch.

After that, the Oscar (for best original song) comes as something as an afterthought. It goes, again, to AR Rahman for Slumdog Millionaire (its sixth of the night).

“All my life I have had a choice between hate and love,” he tells us. “I chose love, and that is why I am here tonight.”

Damn it. I knew I should have chosen love. Why did I have to go and choose hate? It just looked, I dunno, more cool somehow. Ah well, too late now. Should have gone for love.

4.15am: Now here comes Liam Neeson and Freida Pinto to present the award for best foreign language film. Why is Neeson presenting this award, specifically? Surely it can’t be in any way connected to his recent role in Taken, which seems to feature him strangling, chinning, shooting and decapitating anyone and everyone who speaks in a foreign language. Note to whoever wins this thing: give Neeson the widest possible berth. Only accept the Oscar if Pinto hands it to you! Avoid the death-dealing fists of Neeson!

Now this category seemed a toss-up between the Israeli animation Waltz With Bashir and the French drama The Class. But this has always been a weird and unpredictable prize, and true to form it goes to a rank outsider – Departures, from Japan.

Kudos to Kristopher Tapley, a writer over at Incontention.com, who seems to be one of the only people who predicted this one. Departures, he wrote this week, “is the sort of safe, solid work that tends to take out the frontrunner in this category time and time again”. I have yet to see Departures, and maybe it’s great. Even so, right now, I can’t help feeling that both Bashir and The Class have been robbed.

4.26am: And the Oscar for best director goes to … Danny Boyle, for Slumdog Millionaire. Fulfilling a promise to his children, he accepts the award “in the spirit of Tigger” – the irrepressible cat from Hundred-Acre Wood. Boyle goes on to thank “everyone who helped us make the film and everyone who didn’t”, which I guess includes us.

Is this a good result? I think it is. Boyle is a shrewd, brilliant, energetic director and made Slumdog Millionaire a far better film that it otherwise might have been. He has paid his dues and been around for years. Chances are he will be around for plenty more. Long may he bounce, Tigger-like, from one production to the next.

4.38am: Gather round people, it is the Kate Winslet Oscar Moment. By God it’s been a while in coming and now here it is. It will not be denied; its hour has come at last. Five former Oscar-winners (Shirley MacLaine, Nicole Kidman, Sophia Loren et al) take to the stage to anoint their successor. Loren sports an orange tan that suggests her last vacation was on Three Mile Island. She’s glowing, but not necessarily in a good way.

And the award itself? It might have been Jolie, it might have been Streep. But it’s not. It’s Winslet for The Reader, completing a treble that began at the Globes and continued through the Baftas and ends a run of five nominations without a win. Needless to say, she is rather emotional.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment since I was an eight-year-old, looking in the bathroom mirror, and this [the Oscar] was a bottle of shampoo,” she says. “It’s not a shampoo bottle now.”

And after that, the waterworks. Mention of the film’s late producers – Anthony Minghella and Sydney Pollack – chokes her up and she pauses for breath. Ploughing on she heaps hasty praise on her fellow nominees – “goddesses”, every one – and then comes reeling off the stage. It’s sixth time lucky for Kate Winslet, and her own personal psychodrama, her own epic quest, has now had its final act.

4.47am: Exit Winslet, enter five former best actor Oscar-winners (Robert De Niro, Michael Douglas, Adrien Brody, Anthony Hopkins, Ben Kingsley). Brody is going for the Rasputin look and looks a little scary. Oh, and PS: that’s Sir Ben Kingsley to you.

What follows next is the closest thing we have seen to an upset. Sean Penn takes the prize for his splendid turn as the assassinated gay activist Harvey Milk in the Gus van Sant biopic. Rourke, the slight favourite for the award, is floored. Did his much reported extracurricular activities scupper his chances?

“You commie, homo-loving sons of guns,” grins Penn, whose speech overruns wildly. He goes on to call for equal rights for everyone, gay or straight, and pays tribute to his fallen foe. “Mickey Rourke rises again,” he says. “And he is my brother.”

“That was the Penn-ultimate award,” quips stupidshallow, and they are absolutely right. There is just the big one left to go.

4.57am: We have now reached the end of the show, the top of the hour. We have had jokes and songs and Depression-era dance routines. We have seen Benjamin Button flounder, and seen Sean Penn upset Mickey Rourke and Kate Winslet make it sixth time lucky. And now here comes Steven Spielberg to announce the winner of the Academy Award for best picture.

And the winner is …. Slumdog Millionaire. It is its eighth award of the night, a bumper haul that puts it well ahead of its rivals. But this one is the crown; the one that really matters.

Now ostensibly the winner of this particular gong is producer Christian Colson. Except that Slumdog Millionaire doesn’t work that way. The film is a collaboration, an ensemble piece. Fittingly, the stage is promptly mobbed by cast and crew, young and old. It is an Oscar for all of them, and they all look purely overjoyed to receive it.

5.08am: Roll carpet, roll credits. The 81st Academy Awards have come to an end and Slumdog has had its day. So too did Kate Winslet and Sean Penn. Penélope Cruz snared the Oscar for best supporting actress – ooh, about three weeks ago, it feels like – while Heath Ledger received a posthumous award as best supporting actor. It was also, it should be noted, a vintage year for British talent.

And OK, this was by and large a pretty predictable affair. The main awards went where they were meant to, with the possible exception of Penn’s upset victory over Mickey Rourke. For all that, it’s hard to begrudge most of these results. Slumdog was the film that came out of nowhere (last summer there was even talk of releasing it straight on to DVD). It is arguably the world’s first truly globalised blockbuster; a tale of the Mumbai slums, shot by a Brit and partly cast with Hindi-speaking players, that broke out to take the world by storm.

Right, that’s it, the cleaners are running a vacuum cleaner around my feet and the parties are about to begin. Thanks a bunch for sticking with me, and for all your comments. Sorry for the typos, the rambling, the inexplicable breaks in transmission. Oh, and the rambling as well. Sleep well, one and all. Choose love, not hate.

Preity’s loud B’day party annoys neighbor


Bubbly gal Preity Zinta celebrated her 34th birthday on 31st January. She was in upbeat mood and enjoying the party in full swing when the Bandra police knocked her door. They arrived to attend the complaint lodged by Preity’s neighbor for playing the speaker in high volume. The party went till the wee hours in the morning and the residents of the slum areas got disturbed with the loud noise. At first the police did not respond to their complaint as it was against top class people but on repeated calls they finally had to attend their problem.

A local resident, Irfan Shaikh said that very loud music was played in the party which lingered till the wee hours of Sunday morning. “Whenever there is music or program in the slum areas, these people in big buildings complain against us and we have to shell out large fines. We also get disturbed and so we complained to the police,” he told.

But Preity remained unperturbed. She was least cared and did not respond to the call of the police. Shaikh informed that soon after the police left, the volume was again raised. It is very well known that Preity’s birthday bash is attended by Bollywood bigwigs like Shahrukh Khan, Farah Khan, Chunky Pandey and others.

Preity Zinta adopts 34 orphans


Bollywood pretty gal Preity Zinta who is known for her outspoken nature also carries a heart of gold. Though she is associated with few social organizations and donates money for charity very often, recently she has done a great humanitarian work by adopting 34 orphan girls from the Mother Miracle School in Hrishikesh during her 34th birthday.

Regarding the noble deeds that she has rendered, Preity said, “Yes. I have adopted them and will be completely looking after their education, food, clothes etc. It`s an amazing feeling to be part of their lives. I’m going to make it a point to visit them at least twice a year. They are my children, my responsibility now.”

Preity at first decided to spend those big bucks on an imported car but later she changed her mindset and donated the money for a charitable cause. “The horrors of female foeticide and child abuse are not just headlines for me. These 34 girls are just the beginning, I am going to adopt a couple more on every birthday”, adds Preity.

Adopting 34 orphans one at a time is not a matter of joke and Preity stands as an example for all. She truly deserves huge round of applause.

Superstar Superlives Preity Zinta


Superstar Superlives

Preity Zinta


Show description

Superstars Superlives is a biographical series on the lives of the various superstars in Bollywood. It attempts to encapsulate the lives of these stars through a series of episodes that bring out the details of the various stages of the lives of these stars and depict their rise and their journey as they achieve an iconic status.. The Show also talks in brief about the early years of these stars their childhood and their struggle as they attempt to get a break in Bollywood. All this is then followed by a detailed account of their films and their crucial career oriented decisions that delivered them to their final stardom. The storytelling is done in a narrative form through a sequence of voiceovers interspersed with bytes and interviews of friends, colleagues including fellow stars and filmmakers who have had the opportunity of working with the superstar. The voiceovers are supported by various film and archival footage of the star and a sequence of interviews of relevant personalities.

Complete Schedule for Superstar Superlives

Tue, Jan 27 8:30PM 2 Preity Zinta
Wed, Jan 28 8:30PM 3 Preity Zinta
Thu, Jan 29 8:30PM 4 Preity Zinta
Fri, Jan 30 8:30PM 5 Preity Zinta
Mon, Feb 02 8:30PM 1 Saif Ali Khan
Tue, Feb 03 8:30PM 2 Saif Ali Khan
Wed, Feb 04 8:30PM 3 Saif Ali Khan
Thu, Feb 05 8:30PM 4 Saif Ali Khan
Fri, Feb 06 8:30PM 5 Saif Ali Khan

Kingfisher – 2009 Calendar


Models from around the globe will soon adorn walls as the Kingfisher 2009 calendar promises another electric mix of sensuality and simplicity. Named after the Asian airline, the calendar was shot in the Six Senses Hideaway Resorts in Thailand with beauties Katya Melnikova from Russia, Mimi Blix from Norway and Uganda, Sunisa Jongsawat from Thailand, Nargis Fakhri of the Czech Republic and Pakistan, India’s Moni Kangana Dutta, and Holland’s Tamara Moss.

Only a select few in the “Kingfisher Countries” across the world received a copy of this much sought-after calendar directly from the desk of the chairman of the UB Group, Vijay Mallya. However, the calendar was released online to the general public on January 11th. Here it is for your viewing pleasure:

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January

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February

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March

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April

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May

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June

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July

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August

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September

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October

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November

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December

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And for those interested, here are some examples of years past. Models included were Yana Gupta and Deepika Padukone from our Bollywood Sex Symbols gallery:

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Snapshots: Preity Zinta’s Ad campaign for National Geographic Channel


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