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kajra-re · 9 months
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Tripti Dimri, Bulbbul, 2020.
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desicinema · 8 months
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QALA (2022), dir. Anvita Dutt Guptan
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diversehistorical · 6 months
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Tripti Dimri in Bulbbul (2023)
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female rage depicted by bollywood
anushka sharma, NH-10 // aishwarya rai, devdas // sadhana // tripti dimri, bulbul // rekha, silsila // deepika padukone, bajirao mastani // kajol, gupt //alia bhatt, darlings //vidya balan, kahani
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creatinganewwlife · 2 months
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“Kuch intezaar ese hote hain, jinme shaam nahi, umar guzar jaati hai.”
— Qais Bhat, Laila Majnu (2018)
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exotic-indians · 4 months
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shuknopadma · 1 year
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Qala (2022) dir. Anvita Dutta
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shattereddteacup · 1 year
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Qala (2022)
Dir. Anvita Dutt
Language: Hindi
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inmyworldblr · 1 month
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Bulbbul (2020) | dir. Anvita Dutt
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masalafilmsrevival · 1 year
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Bulbbul (2020)
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meanslackofart · 21 days
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saw the laila majnu quote, where Qais goes like, “chal ek baar phir chodha tujhe, jaa ab nahi aata ab tu hi dhoondh mujhe” and my mind straight up went to something i just said a few minutes ago "jao karlo ghost, I'm not texting, waise bhi it was your turn"
doesn't both of them somewhat sound the same except the former is a 🤌🏼
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kajra-re · 1 year
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Tripti Dimri, Bulbbul, 2020.
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g0j0s · 23 days
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its strange but today i found out that for me a movie like bulbul has become a comfort film. in some strange way, it is so soothing & consoling. perhaps, it’s the familiarity to bulbul’s life that most women resonate with.
shoved into the unknown since a tender age, she was still able to nurture her innocence. but the dreadful clouds of peril always loomed nearby, whispering that she must proceed carefully. somehow she was aware that a storm would occur, drenching her in a deep shade of red, coursing through her with heartbreak, rage & violence.
despite the gut wrenching visuals and story, it is but a female fantasy. one may ask how something so grotesque could be called such a thing. yes, it’s a saga of a woman as her nativity dies mercilessly. but she’s also offered the gift of vengeance in which she succeeds.
it is rare to see such a raw and authentic portrayal of female rage and the ability to express it so freely. in her placid smile and her hungry eyes she harbours contempt and wrath but she swallows it relentlessly; for she knows that such secrets must be kept in the badi haveli.
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amarmonerkotha · 1 year
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Just watched Bulbbul it's based on a tale of 18th century when people believed in chudails and if you're looking for a sign to watch this then definitely go for it honestly there's so many things to appreciate the cinematography the whole plot and the aesthetics definitely recommending to everyone and yeah Bulbul appreciation post the way her character is portrayed as innocent girl who got married at a very young age in the beginning and then whole plot twist this movie deserves a 5-star
Tw: sexual violence
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closed-third-eye · 4 months
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Bulbbul, 2020
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tired-yashika-core · 2 months
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Soooo I wrote a poem on Bulbbul
I'm the woman who burnt herself in her own rage's flames,
The one burning down love letters, only to burn her hand seeking them out from the fire back,
The one starved for touch yet
The one who stings if you're near.
I'm that woman whose love you snapped away,
The one whose blood is on your dagger,
The one whose skin's bruised because she fell down the stairs,
the one whom you drove mad.
I'm that woman with kohl eyes, and
Ruby red lips,
The tragedy they pity,
The one no one suspects,
The one, who killed.
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