When Women Rule, and When They Turn Against You→
An observation on Netflix’s Akka, power, gender and the rather complicated business of human nature.
Movie Cuts is my personal space for talking about cinema—what excites me on screen, what falls flat, and the craft that makes a scene linger long after the lights come up.
From the visual discipline of Stanley Kubrick in Full Metal Jacket to the narrative audacity of Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds, and the enduring resonance of The Shawshank Redemption, cinema has always been more to me than passive entertainment. Across Telugu, Hindi and Hollywood films—drawn to directors like Martin Scorsese, Francis Ford Coppola, Christopher Nolan, and Kathryn Bigelow—I look at how stories are constructed, how performances hold up, and why certain films endure while others fade.
These are personal observations and opinions rather than definitive rankings or academic film theory. It is cinema seen through the eyes of an enthusiast who loves the medium enough to question it.
An observation on Netflix’s Akka, power, gender and the rather complicated business of human nature.
Somewhere between telling a story and chopping someone into sixteen pieces, Indian cinema appears to have misplaced its purpose.