Two film actresses of Bangladesh have destroyed their own as well as the country’s image in India. They must be remorseful for what they have done in Tollywd, Kolkata movies just for a lump of gold, and swear that they will never repeat their mistakes.
I want to tell them that international reputation can be earned by acting in art films like Kancher Dewal, Kakhono Aseney, Dharapat, A Desh Tomar Aamar, Tomar Aamar, Matir Pahar, Suryosnan, Nadi of Nari, Jago Hua Sabera, Dur Hai Sukh Ka Gao, Golapi Ekhon Traine, Jibon Theke Neya, Nawab Siraj Uddowlah and Mukh o Mukhosh.
Do they not watch Iranian movies where actor and actress playing the role of spouses even cannot touch each other’s hand, and yet earn international fame because of depth in story and super direction?
We believe that good story and excellent direction are the life of a movie.
Khurshida Haque
Pabna
Stadium without crowd
Severe crowd crisis continues in the country’s soccer, as we observe in the Bangladesh Premier Football League underway in Chittagong. Crowd are the inspiration of footballers’ skills and technique.
In the eighties, we had to fight for tickets in most of the matches. Even mediocre clubs drew handsome spectators, gave us pleasures, and revenues to clubs. That is why leading soccer clubs from Asia came to Dhaka to take part in the Aga Khan Gold Cup Football Tournament.
In this connection, I like to tell the Bangladesh Football Federation (BFF) officials that the All India Football Federation (AIFF) has been able to bring back crowd in the stadium regardless of the country’s ranking. The BFF officials may take lessons from the AIFF.
Abdullah Akber
Dhaka
Kolkata movie!
On Wednesday night, I watched an Indian Bangla movie titled ‘Faltu’ and was painfully hurt by the anecdote.
Faltu was the name of a Muslim youth, son of an mentally impaired woman, but unknown about father’s identity though some say that he was a dacoit. All other bordering villagers were Hindus, compassionate with the mentally challenged woman, who slept in an abandoned shanty.
Towards the end, the villagers had to vacate the land as it was the government’s property. The Muslim youth walked in his own direction and suddenly came across another mentally unsound woman.
Now may I ask the director what he intended to say or what was the message he has to pass on?
A film viewer
Dhaka
