The movie accomplishes a rare feat in today’s oh-so-modern Bollywood moviemaking flair: it goes 80-ish retrograde.
Hidden inside the Nabi Bagh College, the ruins of the guruduwara breath silently, without an identity.
“Pompeii” is campy-fodder. Hate it all you want. You may end up liking some of it.
Having been in the city only two months, I went to the Karachi Food Festival for an indulgent cultural experience.
Journey of a young woman’s flight from the problems she padded away in her confined pretty-little-rich-girl lifestyle.
Our politicians avoid gatherings at the Nishtar Park; it can accommodate not more than two dozen thousand at a time.
I ask the naysayers why these mismatched festivals should be considered as 'social movements'?
Fashion Pakistan Week boasted the country's most well-known designers showcasing their Spring-Summer prêt collections.
Fortune came well disguised when Madhubala's father lost his job in Delhi and the family relocated to Mumbai.
RoboCop is essentially a fine pop-corn munching fest featuring a cop with a demolished body and a wounded heart.
Sabir had said he was not going to be a fisherman. Yet, I saw him now helping his father in a profession he despised.
Ali Jaberansari remarkably weaves the westernisation permeating the Iranian society in this delicately provocative film.
It’s always a good idea to revisit movies to see where it stands up in the Oscar race.
A testament to the artistic sensibilities of the dynamic city’s denizens.
One cannot help juxtaposing the criticism of non-integration that many level at Pakistanis living in Britain.