Saturday, October 18, 2014

THE QUICK AND THE DEAD , HOLLYWOOD MOVIE REVIEW - CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL



Before launch into the movie review, I would like to dwell on a few profound thoughts.

In this movie the dapper gunslinger character Herod played by Gene Hackman, calls all his enemies ( he has several ) who would like to see him dead,  for a shooting contest.

He gives them a fair chance to kill him, if they have the balls and more skill .   

Capt Ajit Vadakayil always gives his detractors 100 times more chance . There is DEEP satisfaction to be derived .

And this way,  instead of pursuing his enemies over hill and dale , he draws them to him , for the prize money is high.


Pretty much the same way today,  how all the hard core Islamic fighters all over the planet, are drawn to ISIS in droves , to fight the Zionist.     

Little do they know what actually transpires.    At the same time these naive fighters are thrown into a pot boiler, where they eliminate each other in side fights— Shia versus Sunni—BLAH BLAH. 

Next time a pigs head lands up in a mosque, you can be sure 99% it is a FALSE FLAG ATTACK.

What is a false flag attack?

After Independence when India was divided to India and Pakistan, the Muslims did NOT want to leave India .  

False flag attacks were carried out by R henchman.

Fights started and there was immediate polarization.  Hindus and Muslims started running in opposite directions .  

Even this mass exodus were NOT spared.  R stooges started stoning each other .  Massive violence started and polarization would now be a domino effect.

What is a domino effect?

A leader who does NOT understand this is NOT a leader at all .


A leader does NOT have to be a PIED PIPER as Narendra Modi is trying to do.


A smart leader just uses a finger and causes an avalanche – he makes sure things happens EXACTLY  the way he wants .


Below: The video below is another style of management -- the force you apply must just be right, or the ball fill NOT fall in the glass. Change management experts are masters in this .


video

http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.in/2010/12/change-management-capt-ajit-vadakayil.html



I just had someone ask me how you can give an opponent 100 times more advantage – instead of a 50:50 chance.

Well the Americans bombed Iraqis from the air –the Iraqis had NO fighter jets ot anti-aircraft guns.

And then they held ticker tape parades back home in USA ,  for being war heroes  -

TEEE HEEEEEE !

Cowards have become war heroes ?

They American soldiers gave themselves bravery awards , and called themselves war veterans – though they did NOT risk a hair on their  body .    

Whatever deaths they had were mostly in STUPID friendly fire and machinery failures.  

But the Hollywood WAR movies made by  Jews show them in pitched boots on ground battles—screaming  GO GO GO — SECURE THE PERIMETER  --  kicking down doors and rushing into a hail of bullets.  

Do we have long ears ? 


We all know who the war criminals are. We have Jew war mongers like Henry Kissinger , Shimon Peres and Yitzhak Rabin being given Nobel peace prizes.


Whoever picked small arms against these foreign bullies and war criminals were terrorists.  Most of the western EMBEDDED reporters were trained in spying and subversion.

http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.in/2012/11/embedded-journalism-immoral-and-false.html

One day the Zionists would bomb a Shia mosque and next day the Zionists would bomb a Sunni mosque in virtual retaliation. 

I will just give a small example of giving the enemy a 100 to 1 chance,  in my case ( just one among dozens ).




Here we go-

More than 3 decades ago, I was the seniormost 3 striper Chief Officer , awaiting command ( 4 stripes) , in a national company with a fleet of 150 standard ships.

Suddenly two 3 stripers behind me jumped the queue, and got promoted as Captain.

So as soon as my ship came from Vadinar to Mumbai , I went to the Company office at Madame Cama Road .

I walked into the personnel dept No 1 boss’s office .  

He was a HUGE  fan of mine—  my sh#t would NOT smell for him  .

As soon as he saw me he jumped up and hugged me “ Welcome Ajit,   I knew you would come today! “

Then he said  “ You have an adverse report from the last Indian Navy Commander turned Captain you sailed with.   We know that it is his first Merchant ship , first oil tanker in the Merchant Navy, he is useless and STUPID  – and you are this company’s No 1 Chief Officer in seniority and competence , and the blue eyed boy .    But the Executive director Personnel  Mr. D has written on the adverse service report by Capt PS, in green ink  that you cannot be promoted for another 6 months –till you receive a good confidential report from another Captain”

He took my adverse report from his cupboard and showed it to me .

I was amazed .

In all of 16 evaluations , I had scored 1 and zero all over . The highest mark was 5.

For loyalty I scored zero.    

For competence I scored zero .  ( probably he thought Company loyalty meant personal loyalty )

For experience I scored 1.

So I asked the Personnel dept boss “ Who ran the ship, and loaded / discharged 90,000 tons of crude oil on each of the 8 trips from Rastanura , Saudi Arabai to India,  and did all that CBT tank cleaning and COW ”

The ship was an OBO and was extremely difficult to clean-- and Rastanura was just hop step and jump from Indian west coast ( Vadinar SBM )  .  There were NO segregated ballast tanks .  If you pollute at Rastanura deep sea terminal they will imprison you and even whip you .

He said ” We all know you ran the show , and we all know that you were a cadet on that ship and you know every nut and bolt,  we all know that are the first Chief Officer in the company to be granted the Crude oil wash ( COW ) certificate.   But this executive Directors report ( a political posting )  is a VETO”.

My memories flashed back - digression

I had this Exective Director of Personnal once on a shipboard party in the Captain’s cabin on another ship . 

There were many dignitaries , including some white men and women.   

I remembered him wearing a white safari suit,  an SC / ST quota man .  As soon as he joined the company he made SWEEPING CHANGES ( pun intended )—and he was on a trip to engrave his name in golden letters everywhere --falthu mein .

He kept scratching his balls in front of the ladies , and that crotch area was literally black like his tribal adivasi face. 

He wore natty leather shoes,  but under the shoe sole was lined a piece of TRUCK TYRE –like how foot slogging postmen in India put under their chappals.

I remember losing respect for him instantly.

So there was this discussion of granting same privileges to the Passenger ship Class 1 Radio Officers, similar to the other three stripers ( Chief Officer and Second Engineers ).   

Just when they were about to seal the deal, I shot it down .  I was NOT expected to speak as I was too junior and basically there to take care of the dignitaries -- a glorified steward .

I  said these Class 1 Radio officers have only two and a half stripes NOT three full stripes -- Like a Lt Commander and a full Commander of the Indian Navy.

Nobody else knew , about it—so this issue was put on the back burner instantly.

I remember this Director ( Personnel ) scratching his balls and giving me a dirty look for busting his SWEEPING  FU#KIN'  CHANGE bubble.

Getting back-

So I told the P&A dept Boss “ Looks like a honest man has NO place in your company “

I could get a job anywhere —they would kiss me and take me.

I lifted my brief case and walked swifty out of the cabin to the lift on the third floor (of this 21 story building).

I pressed the button , but the lift was right on top.

Next thing I knew was the Personnel Dept Boss ,  Capt C ( a Goan Catholic ) had snatched my brief case.  He dragged me back to his cabin, with the entire third floor of that wing watching .

I remember his face was red,  his hands were cold and trembling.

He tore a piece of paper and write something in Hindi.   

His Hindi was purely pedestrian,  but I managed to read the script as  SATYAMEVA JAYATE --after I read it he shoved it under his desk glass.

( Later he engraved it on brass plate and posted it at the same place by the lift where he grabbed my arm –it is still there )

He cried’ Ajit, just give me 24 hours--under my watch “TRUTH WILL PREVAIL “

He said go back to your ship.  After three days I will send this slimy naval Capt PS on your ship – he is on leave right now ,  do what you want with him –YOUR PROMOTION IS ASSURED.

Then he scribbled something else on a piece of paper  – and put it in my shirt pocket,   in which he scribbled  “ Ajit V , promoted to Captain as of today  with his name , rank, date ,hour and minute “.

I took a helicopter back to my tanker at Bombay high.

The next two days I could hardly sleep.

I HAD TO THE GIVE THIS OLD SLIMY CAPTAIN SEVERE  RETRIBUTION WHICH WOULD DENT HIS MINDSET  FOREVER—

-  YET I WOULD GIVE HIM A 100 TO 1 CHANCE –   NOT 50:50 -like what Gene Hackman gives all in this movie . .

I had earned the respect of the whole ship —in the few days I was on this supertanker .  

I had repaired almost all control machinery of hydraulics, pneumatics by myself , which were not working for years — it was the job of Engineers , but they were NOT competent enough.  

I had learnt all this by myself .

Secret:  There was a bookshop named Taraporewalla ( near the huge circle at VT –towards the Flora fountain side ).   An old Parsi guy had a huge shop  ( ground floor ) and he sold all imported American self study Technical books.   

I never told anybody the source of my knowledge ,  and everybody at sea were sort of WOW!  --  a deck boy better in practical merit than qualified Engineers and even dedicated fluid Engineering workshops in India.  

This book store must still be there .  I am NOT gonna reveal more such secrets from my armoury OK.   

A good leader must maintain the awe factor and mystique .  

I was well known in the company as I had pointed out glaring basic mistakes in many Company Technical circulars – and in the Tanker dept it was a tour de force, coming from a 3 striper , and NOT an experience 4 striper Chief Engineer or a Technical shore boss--disgracing all of them and their collective competence .

So the day the slime ball ex-Naval Commander PS landed on the ship’s helipad, I was there.   

He landed with the new Chief officer.  

He came running towards me ( aankh mein surma daalke ) with an extended hand, and in full presence of the crew I ignored his extended hand,  and turned away.

The entire Officers and crew knew now that there is bad blood between Chief Officer and the new Captain.

The new chief officer ( my reliever ) came to my cabin- and he asked me why I did NOT shake hands with the new captain.   

He said “ Through out the helicopter ride and at the wait at the shore helipad , the new Captain was singing my praises – clucking like papa hen , how he has sailed with me before , and what a wonderful officer and competent tanker man Beta Ajit was “

So I gave him a brief rundown of our mutual past history –where I was reported as the worst and most incompetent chief officer at sea.

Advise:  When you want to screw somebody , do NOT take it to the other extreme .  People are NOT stupid “

He ( a Punjabi guy )  pressed on —he wanted to know what transpired—for now he was inheriting this  SON OF A BIT#H captain .

I will tell that later.

Time came for lunch.

We had catering from Khyber restaurant of Mumbai, and the officers saloon always had atleast 8 stewards watching plus several officers and shore personnel .  

I remember soft drinks were free . The first day I drank 8-- next day 2 -- the third day 1 and the fourth day NIL.

Officers would walk in at 2 AM and order BOOST ( Tendulkar wala ) and paratha stuffed with dry fruits.

In the middle of the lunch session, the new Captain with a beret on his head, walked in and sat at the head of the table .  

He could impress anybody with his stiff Royal Navy style.  


Being second in command I was next to him .

On one side on the long table sat the engineers and on the other side the Navigating officers and Radio officers .

After he was served and he started eating , I abruptly got up and declared “ I do NOT respect this man , I will sit on the next table ( a similar table on the other side of the mess ) .  Anybody who wants to join me are welcome. But mind you, this new Captain will screw you badly later “.

I walked over and sat on the other table.

If nobody had joined me –you could ery well imagine my pathetic condition- 

I would have carried this dent in my honour to my grave .

But then at sea extreme COMPETENCE is respected. ( knowledge is power ).


Chief  Engineer ( a Mangalore Christian ) was the first to lift up his plate and sit opposite to me.  

He was my FAN, as I had given him ideas on how to repair some critical machinery automation, which made his life easier .

Soon followed the entire engine dept.

Then followed the new Chief Officer and the entire lot of deck officers.



Slimy Naval Commander - Capt PS sat alone at the head of the other table - his shoulders slumped in disgrace – 

--with the stewards STUNNED and the pantry men peeping though the serving port.


I had booked my helicopter ride back to Mumbai by the last flight in the evening.

My handing over was faaast as I had written down everything . 

I don’t have to teach, I just need to hand over—but my extensive notes were teaching notes with diagrams . 

I had told my reliever , the extravagant handing over notes  are his,  provided he told the captain ‘YES- I HAVE TAKEN OVER “

So one hour before my departure flight we both walked into the Captain’s cabin. (The old Captain was removed by the same flight the new Captain came in ).

I said “ Captain, I have handed over and I shall leave the ship in one hour’s time”

The slime ball says “ NO! You do NOT have my permission to leave—proper handing over BLAH BLAH “

I replied “ Try me !”

Then I asked the new Chief officer “ Have you taken over”

He declared “ YES , I HAVE TAKEN OVER “.

I took the last flight out.


I was given the same ship to command – the one where I was declared incompetent—a huge supertanker –nearly 900 feet long.  So I was a cadet ( Third Officer log promoted ) , Chief Officer and Captain on the same ship .

WHEN I  LOOK BACK— I DO NOT SEE A CLASSIER WAY TO SCREW THE SLIME BALL .   

SLIME BALL HELD ALL 4 ACES –  

YET I SCREWED HIM IN GREAT STYLE , WITHOUT ANY DIRTY MANOEVERES, WHICH WOULD AFFECT MY CONsCIENCE ..   

--AND GIVE ME A WRINKLE ON MY FACE ,  OR GIVE ME BAD KARMA ..


The above incident is LORE at sea.

Now , why was slimeball so upset with me, that he declared me a incompetent traitor ?

There were at least 30 incidents—I shall narrate just two-- which I had narrated to the new Chief Officer .

Here is example No 1-

The ship anchored at Singapore outer anchorage enroute from Japan to Rasatanura ( Saudi ) where we would load crude oil for India.  

We had to take bunkers and we were awaiting the barge.   The weather was bad and the bunker barge got delayed.

It was 6.30 AM, and I was at the spare parts store in a remote corner of the accommodation, taking out some hydraulic spare parts for a few defective valves along with the Cadets and the Pumpman.  
I was wearing my bed room robe.

Suddenly Second Officer appeared  his face grim and creased with worry . He was on Bridge anchor watch.   He looked terribly worried—“ Sir, run forward, a huge ship is about to bang us “

I ran like Usain Bolt, with my robe open in the strong wind - my balls flapping around.

By the time I reached at the manifold ( mid portion ) a huge tanker has banged on our bows—and I could see smoke and fire.

By the time I reached forward ,the damage was done — and the ship drifted away in the strong current and wind .  Apparently the ship has broken its anchor cable.

So I ran up on the bridge .  I confronted the Second Mate .

I literally caught him by the collar , and asked him     ” How many minutes did you spend searching for me , why did YOU not go forward ?”

He replied “ Sir, the Captain has been with me on the bridge for one hour.  When the other ship broke her cable , she let go the other anchor and broke that cable too.  Then her engines conked out.  They gave a general warning on VHF.   The Captain was having his morning walk on the bridge wings, he kept looking into the radar doing STUPID radar plotting of CPA/ TCPA etc and when he was cock sure that collision was imminent, he told me to tell Chief Officer to run forward .  When I told him Chief Officer is NOT in the cabin, he did NOT reply .  So I came running and spent at least 10 minutes searching for you “

I was furious !   

The ship was like my baby – I cared for her.

I called Captain on the telephone and curtly told him “ Come up on the bridge , now !”

This man was hiding in his cabin like an fu#kin ostrich. ( almost every Indian navy commander/ Captain/ Commodore I sailed with had the same moral fibre  –  OSTRICH SYNDROME )

I asked him “ Is it true that you send second Mate to search for me and wasted 10 minutes of crucial time ?”

He looked stunned.

I hissed at him unable to control myself  :  THE TOPASS ( toiler cleaner ) COMES UP TO CLEAR THE WASTE BASKET AT THIS TIME OF THE HOUR. IF  HE HAD BEEN IN YOUR PLACE ,  HE WOULD HAVE TAKEN CHARGE AND ATLEAST SOUNDED THE GENERAL ALARM .   YOU CAPTAIN,  HAVE DONE NOTHING !!.

In between he casually  leaned back on the railing,, showing a body language of , I am the Captain on this ship , who the fu#k are you  —

I shouted--

“ When I talk to you , you shall be ATTEHHUNNN  !”

He stood in attention looking at the ground  — like a small child being reprimanded by the school teacher .

And then later I cooked up an official report for him , where he took the collision forward of the collision bulkhead BLAH BLAH and saved the ship and thus his worthless as$.

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I reckon it will be fair the name the company. It was the SCI the national carrier of India.

They company had 3 Naval Admirals as Chairman and MD , a political posting—Admiral Nanda,  Admiral Krishen Dev and  Admiral RKS Ghandhi.

They inducted Indian Navy Commanders, Captains and Commodores into the merchant ships , using a loophole. These men were given certificate of service. 

They sat on the Captains chair, with zilch merit and competence. 

A lot of them fells ea sick even with moderate weather. Almost all of them has NO character.  Lot of style , but no substance . 

Sometimes I used to wonder how they can fight for Bharatmata.

The system broke down on board as the officers and crew could NOT respect these shameless , thick skinned characters.  A lot of them came just for the good booze – the Royal Salutes and the Blue Label Scotch.  

Militiant  Crew Unions took advantage and made ships whorehouses .

System breaking down?

Yes, system breaking down- you heard me right.

Here goes example no 1 –out of more than 30. I will NOT narrate the shameful ones as I owe the sea , who gave me much ..

I got a call in my cabin . 

Mind you I was a 3 striper, second in Command.

The second mate whispered “ Sir, you better come up immediately, the ship will run aground any moment. As you know we have NOT got a astronomical sight since we left the Gulf of Oman due to overcast skies  . Captain has been on bridge for 2 hours, he keeps looking at a piece of paper in his pocket like a monkey and now he wants to alter course and has told the quarter master to take over from auto pilot to hand steering. Sir-please  ”.

Our destination was the SBM deep sea terminal at Vadinar. One SBM to another. 90000 tonnes crude oil on board. 

Running aground off the coast of Gujarat ( Gulf of Kutch ) and spilling 90000 tons crude oil was NOT an option.

I looked out of my port hole saw muddy water. 

Quickly I checked my cabin calendar for the moon phase , it was 3 days after full moon—time for spring tides and greater than 5 knot sea currents.  

Those days I did NOT keep bridge watches as we had three certified navigating officers—2nd , 3d and 4th officers.

It was 32 years ago- the GPS did NOT exist those days –we navigated by sextant.The Indian navy captains had NO competence in using sextant.

I ran up on the bridge . I had a quick look at the chart .

Then  I looked into the radar.  I had done this run so many times, that I knew what to expect.

As soon a Captain slimeball saw me, he quickly put the piece of paper he was peering into, right into his shirt pocket.

I sauntered up to him, suddenly put my paw into his pocket and took away his piece of paper.

He has written down 4 scenarios—at 4 different speeds he had the time of alteration of course worked out.   Our Sal log was inoperative—and even if it worked it would have been speed through the water.

So I asked him “ Sir, what do you think is the speed of the ship now ?”

He did NOT answer ,instead he rambled “ See this is the way we did navigation in the navy –these are DR scenarios “

So I said “ Captain saab, I want you to go down to your cabin.  I am in command now unofficially .  When I get a position by radar , and after I alter course , I will hand over charge ( command ) back to you.  We are right inside the Gulf of Kutch and we are doing 19 knots of speed due to spring tides . If you do NOT leave the bridge I will call my Cadets and physically lift you and take you down ”

He left without a word-like a beaten dog

After some time , I got a fix using the radar.  

The Okha radar coast line was etched in my head.  It would come as spots  NOT a coast line ,on those old model  radar screens  .   If we had altered at that time with more than 15 metres of draught we would have run aground.

After I altered course I called the Captain back. 

His looked SULLEN and UPSET.

I whispered into his ear " You are back in command , sir!" .

How many of you have seen the movie CRIMSON RAGE. Another amazing performance by Gene Hackman as Captain of a nuclear submarine  .


The Quarter master was smirking. Very soon, the entire crew would know what transpired.


THIS IS THE MEANING OF THE SYSTEM BREAKING DOWN.   


Above:  There was this time when my 3 striper told me as a 4 striper, that he MAY have wrested command from me if BLAH BLAH . 

I  told him  “ Sonny boy, are you inspired by CRIMSON TIDE  movie ?—this is real life you are alive today because you did NOT do that.   My crew would have thrown your overboard !”-- with the planet’s most powerful storm rushing towards the ship . .


http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.in/2010/12/super-typhoon-bart-perfect-storm-capt.html

THIS IS THE MEANING OF WORKING IN A RANDI KHAANA .  


Now let me talk about OSTRICH SYNDROME.

Almost all the Indian Navy Captains with whom I said as a junior officer suffered from this DISHONOURABLE  disease.

Capt Slimeball ran to his cabin and hid seconds before the tanker collided at Singapore anchorage.
In his official report “ I was NOT present on the bridge when the collision took place “—see his promotion is now safe .


But if the tanker was drifting away –he would have continued looking into the radar , shouting orders –and then his official report would be “ I saved my ship”

My such people say-   I TOOK MY SHIP TO PORT A -  I LOADED CARGO— I NAVIGATED MY SHIP FROM PORT A TO PORT B — I DISCHARGED ALL THE CARGO FROM MY SHIP —  THEN I SAILED MY SHIP OUT OF PORT B –

And then  alas WE ran aground !


See, I was NOT there on the bridge when the ship ran aground !! ( In fact as soon as he felt the ship shaking under his feet he ran to his cabin and locked his door and went under his blanket )

I have seen this happening again and again and again with Indian navy officers, who joined the Merchant navy as Captains.



Let me quote a personal incident.

I was a two striper second mate and was fast asleep , after finishing my 12 hours of night watch.
I was woken up by heaving banging on my door.

I opened the door and found almost the entire crew there all looking VERY ANGRY and I smelt smoke.

The bosun cried “ Second Saab, hold no 4 is on fire  . We told the Chief Officer 15 minutes ago and he just disappeared. Captain is ashore  .“

In this case my 3 striper Chief Officer was a full Commander in the Indian navy.

So I jumped into my boiler suit and shoes—and when I reached hold no 4, almost the entire Mumbai shore dock workers were milling around the hold.

I rushed in grabbed the nearest FOAM extinguisher told the crew to lower it into the hold. I noticed that two sets of breathing apparatus was missing from its place.

To cut a long story short—I put of the fire and came up gasping—all alone.

Fighting fire is an art.

I demanded , where is the Chief Officer?

The Chief Engineer told me “ That stupid cu#t is hiding near the mate’s locker , and he has the two cadets with him .  It is I who told the crew to wake you up “

I went to the Mate’s locker and could see the Chief Officer making the two cadets wear the breathing apparatus. It usually takes just one minute to wear it.  After 23 minutes he was still doing this wearing process.

I shouted” The fire is out “

He runs up to me hugs me and cries “ Thank you YAAR !”

Later I chewed up both the cadets – one of them was them was doing Third Mate’s job , and was on watch . 

It is NOT worth washing the dirt here.

Much later in life my ship was going to one of the Thai ports.  The Naval battle ship's Captain had hung his undies out of his porthole to dry.  My officers found it very funny. 

So I said “ The job of the Navy man is to engage , fight and kill the enemy. If he is doing that , to hell with all this bullsh#t style.

I remember the men of straw,  I sailed with in SCI .  

All style , zilch substance.

The biggest fu#kin' cowards -- lacking moral fibre . 

I do hope Bharatmata is safe in their hands.


Gene Hackman is named Herod in the movie.  No wonder the R media made sure this movie bombed at the box office.

King Herod was a Jew who screw the Jews very badly , he was a vassal king of Romans .  Jesus was born in his rule.   

30 years before the birth of Jesus Christ a lot of Jews came running to Kerala to escape from Herod the Great, the vassal King of Judea .    


Jesus Christ came to Kerala to learn healing ( Reiki ), Ayurveda  and astrology.

Punch into Google search-

BAR KOKHBA IN FIGHT TO THE FINISH OVER A FORESKIN VADAKAYIL


Above:  the whole cast really makes the movie worthwhile

Gene Hackman delivered as Herod the villain, and his fans went home satisfied.   


But all those who expected Sharon Stone to lose her perfumed panties went home disappointed.   All they got was a wannabe Clint Eastwood with tits - minus the panache .

With or without  panties Sharon Stone has perception.   

It was she who chose Leonardo DiCaprio two years before Titanic happened .  And when she could NOT pull him in, she decided to pay his fee from her own.  

She also chose Russell Crowe a few years before anyone knew who he was in America.  

It was she who insisted on director Sam Raimi.   Sharon Stone told the producers that if Raimi did not direct the film, she would not star in it.   For this she has my respect.

This movie is all about the unique style of Raimi.  With The Quick and the Dead, Sam Raimi approaches the old west and high noon duels , with a very new style.  

Dante Spinotti's  camera work is outstanding.  Alan Silvestri's musical score is quite catchy.

The Quick and the Dead received poor reviews from film critics, but Capt Ajit Vadakayil’s review will now change that.   It just shows what these R controlled pedestrian critics are worth.



The cast is as follows-
Sharon Stone as Ellen ("The Lady")
Gene Hackman as John Herod
Russell Crowe as Cort
Leonardo DiCaprio as Fee "The Kid" Herod

The names of the lead villain (Herod) and the sad dusty town (Redemption) were intentional allusions to the Bible.

Herod, lives in a dark, Dickensian house that looms at the end of Main Street.   Protected by mean henchmen in long black leather coats, he collects a 50 percent tax on all business in the town, shoots anyone who gets out of line and holds his bloody competition once a year.

Below:  If this aint slick -  then what the fu#k is slick -- pray --prithee ?


The high prize money and the chance of killing Herod draws all his enemies .  Herod kills them all. He is still alive after several years of this last man standing gun duel.  He is abrasively cocky about this and simmers in oleaginous extravagant rhetoric.



Gene Hackman is so good that he swallows every frame he is in. Obviously Raimi converts rich and powerful Herod into the slickest villain EVER on silver screen.    

Gene Hackman playing the vicious overlord Herod does eminent justice to his mean embittered role , relishing every morsel of it— and how !

In the dingy western town Redemption Herod calls the shots. What Herod says, goes. 

And he has said there is gonna to be a gunslinging tournament in which 16 of the fastest guns around will shoot it out in properly organised duels for the pleasure of ze people, and for the personal gratification of Herod himself.

John fu#kin’ Herrod runs everything, they say he gets half of every dollar spent or earned. It takes a lot to scare Herod and make him sh#t in his pants. It has never happened so far.  

Iron fisted meanness oozes out of very pores.   He is fearless, sadistic, cold-blooded killer in charge of everything, who decides who lives or who dies…


Below:  The fighters must not draw until the clock of the Transylvanian town makes the first chime of the high noon hour…note the weather beaten clock -- check out Raimi's attention to creaky sound detail 


In this contest, anyone can enter. The renegade contestants are paired off, and at the stroke of 12 on the town clock, they stand in the middle of the street and shoot at each other. 

One must die in order for the other to win.  


Below: Raimi's wild camera angles --getting killed while proving themselves 



Then it's on to the next round (in this frontier town it's "High Noon" over and over again).  The last man standing collects the prize money.  Ze prize is to die for and of course many will before it's all over.

Like I said, Herod is always the last man standing. 


It requires zilch acuity to figure this out as he has been doing it for years and he is still alive.  He gets to draw and kill all his enemies and of course the winner’s paycheck is always safe with him--and his reputation as the fastest gun in the West snowballs.


In the first round of duels, Herod kills braggart , leather suited and booted Ace Hanlon, who had taken credit for some of Herod's own accomplishments..  As soon as he falls, the people of this sad town , rush in to scavenge all his body leather .


Below: Lance Henriksen as the slick leather clad gunfighter Ace Hanlon, is a treat



Herod later learns that the townspeople have secretly hired a bounty hunter, Clay Cantrell, to enter the contest and kill him, but he kills Cantrell instead.  Herod then angrily informs the townspeople that since they had so much money to hire a bounty hunter , he's gonna raise them taxes.  

Flashbacks reveal that The Lady's true name is Ellen, and she had grown up in Redemption, where her father was the town's Marshal.  One day Herod and his men invaded the town, killed all the deputies and tied her father to the gallows.

Herod gave Ellen a gun and offered to let her shoot the rope and free him.  However, she missed and killed her father instead. Seeking revenge, she has come to Redemption with the intent of killing Herod.

Below: Herod's idea of kicks is standing up a man on a chair, tying a noose around his neck and shooting the chair out from under him splinter by splinter.


In order to fight Herod , Ellen  must beat everyone else in the competition. There will be blood, spilt on the dusty street for sure.

There’s this awesome dinner scene in which Sharon Stone is planning on shooting Herod on his balls ,  down under the table , but she is so intimidated by the words he speaks that she doesn’t even dare pull the trigger! 

Now that’s the mark of a true villain.  Ellen runs as soon as Herod clicks on his cigarette lighter under the table.


On the night Herod lures Ellen to his lair for an intimate dinner ,  Herod and Ellen are well matched when it comes to slimy, insinuating remarks.

Herod:  "I could give you more money than you'd ever spend." ( a marriage proposal under veil ) 

Ellen: "I wouldn't feel liked I'd earned it."  

He: "Oh yes you would."

Ellen and Herod stage a final showdown , after this proposal turn down, at high noon.



Sharon Stone has only one expression for registering distress -- a hangdog, weepy, poor-me expression .  Herod says “we don’t have nothing against ladies entering the contest, it’s just that ladies can’t shoot for shit!”


Below:  Ellen does what any wannabe narrow-eyed, post-Clint-Eastwood character would: She tries to stay out of trouble by hanging out in a whorehouse cum bar frequented by killers, outlaws and cutthroats.


Herod wants a preacher in the tournament ,  even if he has to beat, kick, and knock him to the ground to force him back into killing for a bounty…  Cort is humiliated and chained out by the fountain. 


Russell Crowe is the priest who wants to turn over a new leaf-- nay-- looking for redemption.  He had an ugly past as a gunslinger under Herod

He used to be pretty fast, probably faster than Herod… But now he wouldn't hurt a fly.   Old riding posse partner Cort is the only man Herod truly respects - he does NOT fear him though .

Below:  She alternates –nay-vibrates between tight-lipped, don't-mess-with-me glare and wide-eyed, forlorn anxiety.    Baby Sharon – pleaJJe—kindly—you are better off losing your panties.


Cort who does endless brooding, is now a man of peace ( don’t ask me how many pieces ) who has renounced violence… . Years ago he was an outlaw…  In fact, he was only a kid when he hitched up with Herod, who singled him out because he was a little smarter, a little faster than most .   

Now, he must revert to his former killer self to survive… Cort  (Russell Crowe),  a old time friend of Herod's who draws his ire by finding solace in religion.


With Ellen, Cort, Herod and The Kid left as the four remaining contestants, Kid challenges Herod to a duel to win his respect.  Although Herod and the Kid both injure each other with bullet wounds, Kid's wounds prove fatal and he dies in Ellen's arms.  

Herod, though obviously saddened by the Kid's death, still refuses to acknowledge the young man as his son, believing him to be the result of his wife's affair with a farmer. 


Above :  The cocky kid bites the dust . He had said  "Damn, I'm fast!" after wasting an opponent, and he ponders loudly  "Is it possible to improve on perfection?". He could improve on his whimpering, now !  The cocky Kid had big eyes for Ellen.


When Ellen and Cort are forced to face each other, they refuse to open fire and Cort only shoots Ellen after Herod threatens to kill them both.

Cort furiously challenges Herod to a duel the next day, but seconds before their duel, Ellen suddenly reappears after using the Kid's stolen dynamite to blow up Herod's illegitimate business establishments:  she and Cort had faked Ellen's death with help from Wallace and a blind salesman.


Below:  Raimi's style of direction is larger-than-life. Check out the outrageous Bugs Bunny-style bullet hole.    EXIT WOUND HAI TO AISA !     In one scene a shootist shoots his gun and the camera becomes the bullet…little things like that reminds you, yes-- you are watching a Sam Raimi film.


In the confusion, Cort dispatches Herod's men while Ellen goes on to fight Herod. Although Herod outdraws and shoots Ellen in the arm, she shoots him in the chest and finishes him once and for all with a well-aimed gunshot to the eye.

With Herod gone and the law restored, Cort becomes the new Marshal of the town as Ellen rides off into the sunset-like how my sh#t doesn’t smell Rambo rode away to land of freedom Pakistan with Osama Bin Laden and Taliban riding hells bells behind him .trying to keeping pace. TEE HEEEE !



Time to dish out some smart ass dialogues :--the scriptwriter is Simon Moore--

Scars: I need a woman.
Ellen: You need a bath.

Scars: You're purty.
Ellen: You're not.

Kid: No no no no, you see it's a gun fight. We both have guns. We aim, we fire, you die.

Cort: There's a click before the strike. Listen to the clock.

John Herod: I said, are you still fast?
Cort: Faster than you.

John Herod: You're not fast enough for me!
Ellen: Today I am.

Ellen: [female gunslinger walks up behind a preoccupied bartender] How about a room?
Horace: Whores next door.
Ellen: [carefully sets her cigar down] Say that again.
Horace: I said whores next door.
Ellen: [kicks the stool out from under him, catches his liquor bottle as he falls, & pours herself a drink] Now, do you have a room available?
Horace: Uh, room and bath, yes, ma'am, coming up!

Cantrell: Sergeant Cantrell.
Shemp: How do you spell that?
Cantrell: Correctly.


Herod. You're a busy woman. Any man in this town you're not interested in?
Ellen: Yeah. You.

Kid: I'm so damned fast I can wake up at the crack of dawn, rob two banks, a train and a stage coach, shoot the tail feathers off a duck's ass at 300 feet, and still be back in bed before you wake up next to me.

Kid: The Smith and Wesson Schofield .45.  Just meat and potatoes.  Me and Jesse James think it's the best handgun in the world. Had the trigger guard removed, it saves drawin' time. Don't ever wear it when you're drunk, or you'll kill your feet.


Blind Boy: John Herod owns that house. He gets fifty cents of every dollar in this town.
Ellen: What's the town get?
Blind Boy: Huh... they gets to live.

Ace Hanlon: [Holding a card deck] This is a very special pack. See, I put an ace in every time I kill a man.

Townsman: We're gonna have to bury this old man deep. He stinks something awful.

John Herod: You must be the fastest gun in the west. That or the biggest liar!

John Herod: Like I always say - put a fox in the henhouse and you'll have chicken for dinner every time.




Herod:  The Preacher's got the Lord on his side. He only needs one bullet.  Otherwise he might be tempted to shoot his way out of town.


DINNER ELLEN WITH JOHN HEROD

              Thirsty?

              No need to go to all that trouble just for me.

              Last night The Kid.  Tonight Herod.  You're a busy woman. 

( PSSSSST-- Sharon Stone lost her stinking panties to the kid- it was censored-  kainchi maar diya  - TEE HEEEEEEE !  the Kid claimed when she got up in the morning pantyless as usual , that he won her in a poker game )


              - Any man you're not interested in? - Yeah, you.

              You're looking at me and thinking: We have nothing in common.

              But we do. We're both winners.

              How do you feel after surviving your first day?

              - The same as yesterday. - No. Your eyes are shining.

              You've passed a test. You feel alive.

              I guess it doesn't excite me as much as it does you.

              You think I do this contest because it's fun?

              Look at this town. These people would kill you for your bootlaces.

              This way I get to face my enemies. They can't shoot me in the back.

              - And of course I always win. - One day your luck will run out.

              I don't win because I'm lucky.

              Apr├ęs vous.

              - Why did you come here tonight? - You invited me.

              You could've turned me down.

              - I wanted to see what you're like. - What kind of man am I?

              The kind people hate.

              I'm not trying to be popular. The people in this town need me.

              I bring a sense of order to their lives.

              - Not law. Order. - Like hanging a preacher?

              He's no preacher. He's a fraud.

              If a man is a killer. That's what he is.

              That same man can't tell me it's not in his blood any more.

              - He's the worst kind of liar. - Why does he upset you so much?
    .  
         I find myself almost uncontrollably attracted to you.

          I'd think a man like you would have a woman.

          I was married to a beautiful woman.

          - She was unfaithful. - Where is she now?

          I told you... she was unfaithful.

           - Why are you really here? - Like I said, for the money.

            I'd give you all the money you want.

            I wouldn't feel like I'd earned it.

            Yes, you would.

            - Did you ever kill anyone? - Sure.

            I don't think so. It all comes down to how far you're prepared to go.

            All the way.

            My father was a judge.

            That surprises you.

            He used to make my mother and me watch people being hanged.

            One day he said there was too much bad in this world.

            He took a bullet, put it in his gun and spun the chamber.

            Then he took it in turns. Clicking it at each of us, -

            - until he blew the back of his head off... with the final click.

            Understand this: There is nothing on this earth that frightens me now.

            - Nothing. - I have to go.

            I shouldn't have come here.

            - Who are you? - Let me go.

Below: As the contest progresses and pretenders fall by the wayside, Ellen prepares for a showdown with Herod which will end a twenty year nightmare and bring redemption to Redemption.-- apocalyptic skies, dust-strewn crowds of haggard men, and impossibly long-cast shadows filling the screen.




            HEROD AND THE KID:   -

             You were brave to enter the contest.

             You've made your point. Now I want you to step down.

             Kid:   I'll step down when you step down.

              I'm telling you to step down. Your time will come.

              Kid:  Not with you still around.

              Don't ever cross me.

              And don't try to stare me down like you're doing now.

              I'm not sick or old. And you're not half the man I am.


Below:  Trademark Raimi's twsited sense of humor --note the hole  





 Round three! Only four contestants left.

              Mr. Herod fights The Kid. Then the lady fights Cort.

              Clear the street!

              You don't have to do this. Everybody knows you're the best.

             Kid:   It ain't about that. I'm his son.

              If this is the only way he'll admit that...

              ...then so be it.

              What can you get out of this? What do you want?

              Kid:  All I want is his respect.

              I love you.

              Herod:  Drop out. You've made your point.

              Kid:  The gunfight is in the head, not in the hands.

              The thing that makes him invincible is that you all think he is.

              Maybe five years ago he was the fastest...

              ...but time catches up with everyone.

              He's just a little bit slower than he used to be. As for myself...

              I just reached my peak.

              Shit. That was fast!

              - Did I get him? - Yeah, Kid, you got him.

              Did I kill him?

              - You were so fast. Kid. - I don't want to die.

              I don't want to die.

              I know.

              Herod:  It was never proved that he was my son.

              It was a farmer that... He wasn't mine.

              I gave him a way out. He wouldn't take it.

Below:  Jonathan Gill as Spotted Horse, the Indian:   Many white men leave town in wooden box!



              
           Herod:  Who brought you here to fight me?

           Clay Cantrell:  I'm just a gentleman adventurer after the challenge of a gunfight.

            I thought Ace Hanlon was the hired gun. I was so sure of it.

            But he was just a buffoon. You're not.

            My name's Clay Cantrell, and I'm a shootist.

            I've killed    men.

            Killing is purely business for me. It doesn't give me any pleasure.

            My employer is confidential.

            Do we have business together today?

            Herod:   As soon as the rain stops, I'm going to make an example of you.



Raimi's  screen-framing trademark is a camera shot where the camera follows a bullet creating a first-person point of view from the object itself--extreme closeups using a wide angle lens, the lot.   

In many of Raimi's movies, the camera itself is part of the action onscreen.

There is no way you can watch a Sam Raimi movie and think it was directed by anyone but him.



NEXT TIME YOU WANT TO SCREW SOME BAD ASS  -- 

--  GIVE HIM A BETTER CHANCE , THAN WHAT YOU HOLD --.  

--  THEN SCREW HIM REAL GOOD --

--  AND  FEEL ZE SATISFACTION COURSE THOUGH YOUR VEINS .



OR,  ARE YOU THE SLIMY TYPE WHO WILL KICK A SMALL UNSUSPECTING PUPPY ON ITS BELLY ,  SPILLING ITS GUTS --



-- AND CLAIM A NATIONAL BRAVERY AWARD --WITH TICKER TAPE PARADE -

--  WITH YOUR  " SEE MAA,  I AM SO BRAVE "  PAID UP PHOTO ON TV AND  NEWSPAPERS ?






Now let me talk about BETRAYING A TRUST .

Real men do NOT do it.

I had said this to one of my readers in my previous blog when he was palpitating for Sugriva and Visbhishana – two people who betrayed the secrets of their King elder brothers to the enemy and usurped their thrones .


Long ago my ship has to go to Port Muhammad Bin Qasim in Pakistan ( Indus river delta ) , which handles 62% of Pakistani commerce.

My ship’s draught was too much with  falling tide depths and I refused to go in.  With my seniority and reputation nobody dared to challenge me  .

The Time charterers arranged for a tug to escort my ship right in.  The pilotage is very tedious with shifting currents and counter currents.

Later, I found that the EXPENSIVE tug would NOT have helped the ship at all.

I was quite friendly with the two Pakistani pilots –  both were cultured gentlemen and one was very senior.

After we berthed , I told the senior pilot in private — the list of principle errors and mistakes he made.  

Instead of being sullen,  he was happy to hear about it.  

And then he got vert talkative and told me a list of secrets about the port including the number and percentage of ships which run aground at one of the critical spots I mentioned.


So after I got out of the post , I told my Technical Managers in Singapore , my owners in Japan and my Charterers in USA that next time I would NOT do the same thing – with proper reasons.

The US charterers send this to the British Admiralty who run the Guide to Port entry.

The British Admiralty contacted me and confirmed the issues at hand.  Then they wanted to know who told me about the number of groundings statistics at Port Qasim.  

I told --" The Pilot".

Then typical of the British, they wanted an official report from me in writing.

So I send them a email “ CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL DOES NOT BETRAY A TRUST.  You may have thought being a Hindu Indian , I will betray the trust of a Muslim Pakistani— but it will NOT happen “


The Pakistani pilot trusted me with a few secrets out of gratitude.  Almost like a father confiding that his daughter has a prick for a vagina.

It I had betrayed his trust, it would dent my conscience –and put a wrinkle on my wrinkleless face.

Betrayal of trust is indeed the most painful of all pains that can be inflicted by man .

Only senior navigators will know the worth of the post below-- not to be found in text books.



Fear is the tax that conscience pays to guiltGeorge Sewell.


The highest court aint the Supreme Court , but the court of your own conscience – Capt Ajit Vadakayil






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TO BE CONTINUED-



Above: Robert Wadhera --nay- Vadra ( angrez hai na ) after Italian mother in law got decimated in Haryana.  

This picture above , also applies to the entire BENAMI desh drohi Indian main stream media and their prime time R payroll " opinion making , moth eaten faced VERMIN stooges" --  all of them can go and FU#K themselves !  

R controlled Indian Main stream media is NOT accepted as the fourth pillar of democrary anymore .


Below:    BJP SCRAMBLING LIKE RATS !    -- someone should file an RTI for the academic marks of Mrs Bianca Vadra at school and college --we need to know if she is cerebrally smarter than Raul .





Wanna know why we Indian love HUMPED cows ?


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Below:  Here is a baby Indian elephant named Sudha, participating in a painting contest. 

Elephants are conscious animals .  They can see themselves in a mirror and can see in colour unlike 99.999% other mammals.  This is why we use them in Hindu temples. 

A lot of Indian elephants were exported to the far east in ancient times to be part of Hindu temples.  

Now you NO longer need to smirk after reading the post below-

http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.in/2013/04/thrissur-pooram-festival-mother-of-all.html


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IMPORTANT-- IMPORTANT--IMPORTANT !

I WANT ALL MY READERS TO GO THROUGH THE POST BELOW-

Being silent does NOT help!

http://www.dnaindia.com/entertainment/report-satyamev-jayate-smear-campaign-2nd-suspect-traced-in-udaipur-2025484

Let me lay down the ground rules:-
1) TELLING THE TRUTH IS NOT DEFAMATION/ HATE SPEECH .
2) OUR CONSTITUTION ALLOWS FREE SPEECH ESPECIALLY WHEN THE HONOUR OF BHARATMATA IS INVOLVED.

What really transpired ?

QUOTE : "In the first part, a malicious blog was written through which negative publicity of the show was done. In that case, we traced the suspect Ajit Vadakayil, 58, a retired captain of the merchant navy from Kerala. Vadakayil admitted to have written the alleged post in 2010-11. He also claimed that he had done some research on the issue before posting it on social media. However, he later realised that his research was wrong and regretted having written the post. Vadakayil was arrested in April and a chargesheet was filed against him.": UNQUOTE

above is not true !

It is our family custom that our PITRU PAKSHA and SHRADDH we donate free breakfast/ lunch / dinner to any LARGE orphanage / govt hospital / mental home .

So this time we decided to donate to HUMANITY TRUST of SATYAMEVA JAYATE – the TV show run by Aamir Khan.

On searching for the Internet donation site , we found HUMANITY TRUST DOT COM.

On checking out what this trust does it was found that this Islamic organization builds Madrassas / Mosques etc.

I checked out the first FIVE pages of google search—and did NOT find any other organization with the same name , as FAKE sites swindle money on the Internet .

Later SMJ clarified that their donation trust is HUMANITY TRUST DOT ORG.( not dot COM )

Now if I or any other man on this planet , were in the shoes of AAMIR KHAN we would be happy , right?

WHY IS AAMIR KHAN FURIOUS ?

What is the catch?

If anybody does NOT agree with me the time to tell is now !

This HUMANITY TRUST DOT “ORG” DID NOT COME UP ON THE PAGES ON ANY INTERNET SEARCH ENGINE EVEN A YEAR AFTER MY FIRST SEARCH .

Yes, I called him NAUTANKIWALLAH ( for crying in every episode ).

But then in PURE Hindi this word alludes to ACTOR.

During the Narmada Andolan , Aamir Khan’s movie FANAA was stuck, and almost every politician in India came on TV and called Aamir Khan a NAUTANKIWALLAH –and declared they do NOT want a Nautankiwallajh to save India. Aamir Khan did NOT get angry , probably the politicians were hard targets.

I had said a few unsavory truths about KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR selling coke one year and pepsi the next year .

All my posts have SAILOR LANGUAGE – as I have been a sailor for 4 decades and in command of ships for 30 years –in fact I hold the world record as a ship captain.

My blogsite is:-- ajitvadakayil.blogspot.com.

My blogsite does NOT make any money— I do NOT allow advertisements, though I can make a fortune by doing so. .

There are many other sites using variants like ajitvadakayil1 / ajitvadakayil2/ ajitvadakayilmyson etc .

Some of them make money using my name , by allowing advertisements.

I knew of all this through my readers .

IF I WERE AAMIR KHAN I WOULD BE FURIOUS !

Why should I be furious when some one tells me that a DUPLICATE site is making money on my FAIR NAME ?

THIS IS THE MEANING OF PERCEPTION !

THIS IS WHY I STARTED THIS BLOGSITE—TO TEACH “PERCEPTION” TO THE GOOD DENIZENS OF THIS PLANET.

I ask my readers?

Is the police force allowed to be a BOUNCER for a TV programme ?

By NO means is a person who files an FIR , FIIRRRRSSSSTTTTT the winner in a court case.

Are we Indians still slaves ?

And in my blog post, I have clearly mentioned that I am a fan of Aamir Khan , and I even put a full GHAJINI song .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQ4M_AH465Y

I still enjoy this song, maybe my mind is FREE without MALICE .

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