Sci-Fi, Bollywood style

Sci-Fi, Bollywood style
Сигурно и кај вас будат воодушевување и трепет во срцето сериите „Малата Невеста“, и „Бандини“? И сте помислиле: „уште НФ серија/филм од индијците, и животот ќе ми е исполнен“. Епа, voila, вака изгледа еден индиски НФ филм, наречен Ra.One:


Уште читате? Целото име му е Random Access–Version 1.0, и се работи за суперхеројски филм. Статијата на Wikipedia за овој филм спаѓа во категоријата tl:dr (to long, didn't read), но она што ми падна во очи е цифрата од 39 милони долари за буџетот на филмот, од кои 11,6 милиони долари потрошени за промоција, како и фактот дека е конвертиран за 3D.

Ни заработката (37,91 милиони) не му е мала, која е поголема од онаа на Battlefield Earth со Џон траволта, Бери Пепер, Форест Витакер... И навистина не може да е полош Ra.One од Battlefield Earth, затоа си го ставам на листата за „филмови за гледање после колоквиумска“.

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