Saturday, April 24, 2010

Are The IPL Gates Closed for Lalit??


IPL or the Indian Premier League, a brand that grew into a global brand within two years. A multi-millionare brand, with loads of glitz n glam surrounding this cricketing extravagenza, from film-stars to Corporates everybody joined and invested in this business...but what made these millionare people feel so excited about this venture....?? Well, have no answer to this. Eight Hyped teams, high salaries to the players and high fines all made this event as one of the "Highly" awaited event in India. It was the first sporting event ever to be broadcast live on the popular video sharing website Youtube. The Indian Premier League's brand value was estimated to be around $4.13 billion (over Rs 18,000 crore) in 2010. According to global sports salaries review, IPL is the second highest-paid league, based on first-team salaries on a pro-rata basis, second only to the NBA. It is calculated that the average salary of IPL over a year is £2.5 million.

But, just when aal was going well for the IPL cheif commissioner Mr. LalitKModi (twitter id), suddenly there was a total change in his situation. Though, controversies are something which has always kept Mr. Modi in news as well as in limelight, whether its the Conflict with the England and Wales Cricket Board, Cricket Australia, Pakistan Cricket Board or the other boards. Even there were news about conflicts Media restrictions. Controversies surrounded oh sorry haunted IPL right from the beging but was never able to hijack it. But this time, guess Mr. Modi messed with a wrong person a politician, "Shashi Tharoor". Allegations and counter-allegations from not only Tharoor but even from his own den worsten the situation for him. With government and the Income Tax Departement intervening the case it seems that Lalit Modi is totally screwed.

Moreover in a country like India where the government is continuously peeping into your bank accounts just to ensure that you are not being benefited from your earnings untill and unless the governtment gets benefited (includes all political parties) it is understood that Mr Modi would have been on the government radar for quite sometime. The alleged opaqueness with which he conducted the multi-billion dollar cricket tournament and the manner in which he took on home minister P.Chidambaram in 2009 seems to have resulted in a detailed enquiry into his activities by the I-T department. The alleged activities of the controversial IPL commissioner, ranging from his manipulation of land deals in Rajasthan and the existence of a maze of shell companies and offshore entities used to route payments and equity stakes worth hundreds of crores of rupees has put him into some real troubles. I also got to know about this allegation through television that Mr Modi—through his associates—was ‘involved’ in ‘betting’. According to ET "The six-month-old report, which I-T sleuths maintain is the basis of current investigations, is obviously referring to betting and insider information in the first two IPL tournaments," not the current one though.

Mr. Modi is also in front of the gun barrel because of the alleged ownership issue. It is said that Modi has silent ownership in three IPL teams—Rajasthan Royals, Kolkata Knight Riders and Kings XI Punjab. Incidentally, Rajasthan Royals won the first IPL tournament in 2008. I have also read that the tax department also accessed details of a transaction relating to the purchase of a luxury yacht in Malta that is to be delivered in Mumbai or Dubai. So is there any investment from the underworld..?? well that's yet to confirm...but surely there is something.

Apart from these there are allegations about the 'Conflicts of interest.' What I gathered from the media is that WSG and IMG, two companies that received BCCI contracts, are both old business partners in Modi’s own businesses. Modi Entertainment Networks runs Fashion TV in India. IMG did business with Fashion TV for years before it won the contract for managing IPL. It is also said that IMG, a powerful global firm with interests in sports, media and entertainment, was to get 10% of IPL’s revenues as management fee.

Well as all allegations force him to duck more n more, it seems that there is no way out for Modi. But as they say a good leader is one who can think of the unexpected & can work accordingly, I am sure Lalit Modi must have a back up plan to accomodate his innocence and plea. If he's really innocent then the whole country is with Mr. Modi. But since the whole BCCI has disowned Modi, Isn't it the right time for him to divert his focus towards Indian Soccer/Football and organise something like this...??

An IFL..!!

What do you think Mr. Modi???

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Meeting My Lady White (Chap2)

It was a beautiful nap or I shud say sleep, till the tym i got a pat on my shoulder, oh it was a T.T. I woke up in a hurry, he asked me for the tickets, I took my tickets out and looked at my watch, FUCK..!! thats the first word came out off my mind. The ticket checker took my ticket and gave me a look as if i have done some kind of crime. I asked the ticket checker, "Is the train to Shantiniketan is on time, I mean...any further delay..??" The T.T. looked at me for a second and den replied "it is suppose to leave at 12:45 pm and till now there hasn't been any announcement of any further delay."

It is 12:40 and I just have five more minutes before the train leaves the station for shantiniketan. I immidiately got up, took my bag-pack, looked at my watch for one last time and ran out of the room. Just outside the room was the same constable standing with his "Lathi" in his hand. I asked him about the platform, he looked at me, as if I have already missed my train to shantinikean. I again asked him for the platform, he looked at me with an attitude and replied, "Platform Four." I started sprinting towards platform number four, but suddenly realised, "I dont know my Seat and Coach Number", so i again went back towards the board on which the chart was stuck. I started seaching for my name, I coudnt find out my name, I asked a person standing next to me about the chart for A/C coaches. He replied, "I have no idea, you can check the other side of the board." I went to the other side, and started looking for my name, suddenly saw my name, 'Apurvo Banerjee, Coach No.: A1, Seat No.: 13'. Felt the sense of relief within me and said to my self "so Mr. Banerjee your journey begins..". Then, realised, if i don't start running now my journey will gona end here at the platform...so again sprinted and this time it was faster than before...didn't see the time but 'll consider myself, faster than the gentleman named Mr.Bolt, well atleast after catching up a missing train i have the full right to think like that. Took a deep breath and went inside the compartment, looking for my seat no.13. Oh! there it is, said to myself and approached, kept my bag below my seat and sat. Kept my head on the backrest and closed my eyes. After a while, I opened my eyes and looked around, said to myself.."WohO..this train is filled with the so called intellectuals of the city..." and assumed who might be sitting beside me, so i turned my head and saw the same girl who was there at the cafe, "My Lady White..." I said. Probably I was loud, so she heard me and replied "Excuse Me..". I paniced and said "nop...umm...nothing." But as they say, when you are destined to meet some one then nothing can stop you from that, irrespective of how irritating i was to her at the cafe.

So looked at her and smile, she didn't reply. I asked her, "so you are on your way to Shantiniketan.. for a holiday or you have some work??" "On a holiday.." she replied in her American accent. "Oh kewl..!! so we both are going there on a holiday" I replied in a very lame way. She made a face which made me realise to stop or else she 'll change her seat. So I kept quite for few....SECONDS...and again asked her, "so what you do....I am sorry...Hi I am Apurv". "Lizzie" she replied. "So what you do Lizzie..??" I asked her. She in a very frustrated manner, yet with a lil soberness replied "I am here to do a research on BAUL music." I said "WOW!!" and then thought, how many of us do really know about Baul music? Guess this is how we are, we will listen to Pink Flyod, Ramstien or say Pearl Jam but there is hardly anyone who has ever heard about Baul Music.

Meeting My Lady White (Chap1)


It was last december, that i decided to take my camera and go on an exploration of the rural side of Bengal. One of oldest dream was to attend the poush mela and explore the natural beauty of Shantiniketan. So my journey began, from Kolkata, Dec. 22nd and i was on my way to the Howrah Station, to catch the special Shantiniketan Express. The roads of old Calcutta, oops..!! Kolkata...nah! how does it matter, whether its Calcutta or Kolkata...at least i can consider myself lucky not to have a 'Bengal Navnirman Sena" just like the 'Maharasthra Navnirman Sena' because it doesnt matter whether it is Calcutta or Kolkata, the soul still remains the same...so, i am sorry where were we, Yes..!! as I was telling you all, that going through the roads of old calcutta actually makes you Nostalgic..you can sense the touch of the british rule, those old buildings, roads and few old men with their politics-the fav. subject to discuss on, dats the real Kolkata. I was in a cab and was on my way to the Howrah station, the main station of kolkata. After reaching the station, was feeling real hungry so went to a small eating joint to grab something. Inside the cafe it was all full, but some how i found out a place for me to sit. But as i went near to the table, saw a girl already sitting there. So just in order to show some manners, i aksed her "Can I sit here..??". She looked at me and smiled and said "Yea u can..", She was kind enough to allow me to sit. I ordered one Chicken Roll, one Fish Kobiraji and a Mutton Cutlet with a Thumbs UP...to taste the thunder.
After I ordered, she was constantly looking on my plate, probably she was getting tempted by the kind of food i had on my plate...but trust me it was delicious...mmm...specially the kobiraji was awesum..the crunchy sound that was coming out of my mouth was something that irritated her, as a result she asked the waiter for the cheque. The waiter immidiately, brought the cheque, i think it was something lyk Rs.67/-. Since she was a white lady, waiter thought he'll get a good tip from her, but that was not the case, she took out a fifty Rupees note and one ten rupees note and few coins. In short, she paid the exact amount and left. The waiter looked disappointed, had to be, as he was expecting a gud tip from the lady.
Five minutes later, i finshed my meal and asked for the bill, but this time i didn't disappoint the waiter, as i gave him a 10 bug tip. He smiled at me, gave me a half salute and said "Thank You Sir". I left the cafe, and was wandering at the station with a bag pack and my camera. I was waiting for the final chart of the train in order to get a confirmation on my ticket, as it was on waiting list:1.
Suddenly, a person keeps a hand on my back and asked me to come along with him, I turned and i see a cop. For a moment, i got scared and thought "Why Me..??", but wait a second why i am thinking like this since have not done anything....so suddenly, i started sounding quite confident and asked the cop "What Happend..??", "What's The Matter?". The cop didnt say anything other than, "Please Come With ME". I started following him, he took me to a near by tea stall asked me to open my bags, I asked the cop, "has anything happend..??". He just replied, "Its a random checking so you dont have to worry, just do whatever we ask you to do". The way the cop was searching my bag, i thought "Wow...it seems dat he's sure that he'll find some bomb or anything lyk RDX in my bag.", but he brings out his hand out of my bag with a pack of ciggerets and asks me "What is this?" i replied "its a ciggerete". He smiled and brought out one...studied it closely or i shud say examined it closely. He put the ciggerete back to its case and asked me to leave. So I left the place.
As soon as i left the cop, there was an annoucement, the usual annoucement tone 'ting-tong' and the lady says, "the shantiniketan express that was schedule to leave at 12:00pm, will now depart at 12:45, the inconvinience caused, is deeply regretted" 'ting-tong'. Now, what to do?? Have already done with my lunch, and now i am not feeling hungry, so i just went to the nearby shop and asked for a Cola. The guy gave me the cola in a glass, i paid him and went out with my cola. Took out a ciggerete from my pocket, started searching for the match-box, i guess, i left it back home so, went to a nearby 'bidi' shop and asked for a match-box, lighted my ciggerete, smoked it for a while. 45 minutes late, have got nothing to do now, so took out my camera and started taking photographs around the Howrah Station. After a while, thought of taking rest for sometime so went inside the Station and waited for the next update about the train status. I was getting so bored that, i took out my i-pod and started lintening to it. In the A/C waiting room, it was so relaxing that i thought of taking a small nap. A/C room, comfortable chairs good music, what else you want for a comfortable napping session.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

"Bow Barracks Forever" (movie)


Writer-director Anjan Dutt’s second release, after “Bong Connection”, is not as powerful and poignant a portrait of the rapidly disintegrating Anglo-Indian community in Kolkata as Aparna Sen’s “36 Chowringee Lane”.

The first relief in the film Bow Barracks Forever comes nearly forty-five minutes into the film . This is when a little angelic looking Anglo-Indian boy called Jason ( K Medhora) closes his eyes and counts till hundred in a game of hide-and-seek on the dilapidated terrace of the shabby tenement. This is where Bradley Lobo, one of the characters in the film, in an inter-cut, practices for the Christmas show and delivers a neat little dance based on the Anjan Dutt remix of the Beatles number When I saw her standing there. Till then the film is a roller coaster ride with brutal aggression and sex-in-your-face, when not giving us clichéd images representing the lives of a few Christian families marginalized in every sense of the term. They want out – the equally shabby staircase of Bow Barracks acts as a metaphor but in realty, they are very much trapped within the confines of hand pulled rickshaws and the floral bedroom sheets of their overcrowded tenement lives.


The Anglo-Indians form a minority of people who have always been caught between two worlds through history and circumstances. Not really accepted by the English, they never felt at home in India after the country gained its independence, in a way sharing the same fate as many other Eurasians spread across the country. If Bombay has seen more of a Christian Goan concentration, thanks to Portuguese rule in nearby Goa, Calcutta was once the toast of the Anglo-Indians. They enriched the city's cosmopolitan landscape with pretty secretaries , well-known sportspersons and talented musicians. The Goans (who had migrated to the city to work at its many restaurants) and the Anglo-Indian became synonymous with each other through their proximity but considered themselves quite separate to each other. Though not visible in the surface, both the communities harbour a love-hate relationship with each other, distinguishable through their surnames. Technically Emily Lobo, the main protagonist who makes wines for a living, is a Goan and not an Anglo-Indian , the high point in her life being that telephone call to her son in faraway London as her younger son makes out with the married but battered Ann next door. She could well be Sandra from Bandra but in this case the story is more about a group of hapless people (all minorities included) whose tenement is about to be taken over by a realtor – the wicked Mr Mukherjee and if they do not get a lakh of rupees to repair the building, they would soon be evicted. And how they stop it in spite of all their shortcoming and eccentricities is what the script is all about.

Bow Barracks on Bow Street stands a mute witness to all this. The quaint red-brick block of flats, once the garrison of the American GIs posted in the city, which is stashed behind the posh Central Avenue. And you might feel Violet Stoneham, the gentle Anglo-Indian English teacher of 36 Chowringhee Lane resurfaces in Bow Barracks Forever as Emily Lobo do not, however, look here for the refined world of Shakespeare and a certain pet cat called Sir Toby in here. Do not look for brave men; what you get instead is a brutal world where the F-word is bandied about like sparklers in a firecracker store. The young girl bunks classes to hang out with the chokra boys – pidgin English for the roadside rowdies belonging to the ' Indian ' communities; the young man dreams of playing good music and cannot hold on to his regular job in a record store; the older men are either smugglers or cheaters. The ageing women, in their printed frocks, their cute little cross pendants neatly in place, are as foul mouthed as the " bustee lok" they love to abhor . The lingo is Anglo Indian – yeah men – never man – mudder and fudder – need I add the rest. Trapped within confined places makes a case for closed minds but even if the Anglo-Indians are a garrulous lot, I have never seen them bark at each other in what is conversation as in the film during my own growing up years within the proximity of Bow Barracks. The fun is definitely missing from this once fun loving community, the residuals of which continue to fight a losing battle in their daily bid for survival. The film carries forward the message so disastrously handled by the director in his first film, Bada Din (1998). It had failed despite a star cast in Shabana Azmi and Tara Deshpande while in Bow Barracks Forever, the director has just about got his act together but sadly amateurishly so.

All the main characters have a problem living with each other – be it mother and son, daughter and step father, husband and wife and the mohalla. They want to escape – anywhere – even if it is to the coal mine town of Asansol which is but a couple of hours away from the city. Young Sally, the would- be-school drop-out is in love with Bradley who, in turn, wants to rescue Ann from her violent cruel husband, Tom. Mrs Lobo waits for that letter from Ken, her son in England while Rosa D'Costa wants to migrate to Sydney like the Dawsons . Simple wants apparently yet unattainable for the people are caught in a time warp situation from were there is actually no escape. The one good moment in the film is when Bradley tells his mother that she should forget about that letter from Kenny promising to take her to London which will never come and that failure is something one has to accept. The bitter disappointment in Emily's eyes due to this realization holds the audiences for a brief moment. Otherwise, the film totally lacks any pauses or reflective moments that could help us undertand the characters better and whenever, Victor Bannerjee's saxophone soulfully rents the air, someone yells at him to shut up. The ghost of Bada Din's underdog comes to haunt the director again and again, and just like in his previous film The Bong Connection, the whole film has been tarred by a very thick brush.

Pritish Nandy Communications which has released the film almost after two years of its completion, reiterates the catch line of ' triumph of the human spirit. ' The community realizes finally that whatever change should come, should be from within, but when that translates into entertainment, the multiplex audiences that have been created for such cinema long consigned to vague film festivals, have the right to chose considering they have to spend over hundred rupees for a ticket. If triumph over the human spirit is the raison d'etre of the film, give me the free television live cast of a little boy being saved from being buried forever under a well.

What are the choices, therefore, in the film? The camera work by Indranil Mukherjee captures the interiors - the suffocating bedrooms scenes bringing out the suffocting live of its characters extremely well but the exterior location of the tenement and the area around it within the bigger bustling metro could have been better established. Though everyone is talking about the music in Bow Barracks Forever, Neel Dutt's music lacks the purity of the bitter sweet jazz blues sound; there is a mite of Beatles rock and roll sound, songs by Kenny Rogers but too much of techno to nudge the other sounds out. The appearance of a singer like Usha Uthup as a real character comes across as forced and playing to the gallery rather than fitting naturally into the film . There are a number of bands that are very professional in the city and if Dutt comes out of this home talent production, he would go a longer way in furnishing a far more professional look to his films.

What finally triumphs in the film is the talented pool of good actors. Lillete Dubey as Emily Lobo does deliver a convincing performance (when she is allowed to) and so does her daughter Neha as the matter-of-fact Ann. Moon Moon Sen, the over sexed Rosa is a little over the top in her sexual appetite but when she ultimately returns to Bow Barracks with suitcase in one hand and a vanity bag on the other, after running away with Bipin for a short while, she does captures a vulnerable side to her. Melville is well played by Avijit Dutt whereas Clayton Rogers as Bradley and Sohini Pal (daughter of Bengali mainstream actor Tapas Pal) as Sally respectively are very good as well but there is no remarkable histrionics you can carry back in your mind. Sabysachi Chakraborty as the Armenian Tom, sporting blue-grey contact lenses, is the odd man out as far as physical appearances go, but somehow making up with his tough dude role. If anyone really diasappoints, surprisingly it is Victor Bannerjee who plays Peter the cheater who cons folks to buy worthless antiques. He is the guy who plays the loney sax with his heart (of gold) but appears over the top at times being Fagin-like from Oliver Twist in his mannersisms.

The trouble with fictionalizing accounts of a minority community is that it does fall into the same stereotypical trap that one tries to avoid in a bid to be more sympathetic. With Bow Barracks Forever, the director traps the community in the same clichés that it often tries to escape from.

When the highRIN tide hit the TIDE....!! (advertising)


Its been only few days that an advertisement actually "Chauka Diya!!" all of us. Debating over it in advertising hallways is one thing; but when one overhears strangers in a public place bonding over a discussion on 'that ad on TV last night' and 'how shocking it was', one knows that the advertising has done its job. As far as my observation is concerned, over a few days one thing that I have noticed is that, this high-voltage TVC is supported by a media plan that included primetime slots across all major GECs and news channels, in an effort to deliver maximum impact over the long weekend.

The ad shows two mothers waiting at a bus stop for their children, who are returning from school. They spot each other's shopping baskets - one woman's basket sports a packet of Rin, while the other has purchased Tide Naturals. The Tide lady looks proudly at her purchase and brags about Tide's 'KHUSHBU AUR SAFEDI BHI' offering (fragrance combined with whiteness). The Rin lady simply smiles.


When the school bus rounds the corner and drops off the two children, the Tide lady's boy is wearing a visibly dull shirt, while behind him emerges a boy clad in a spotless white shirt, who runs past the shocked Tide lady, over to his 'RIN' mother. To make things cheekier, the boy asks his mother, 'Aunty "CHAUNK" kyun gayi?' (Why is aunty so shocked?), where the word "CHAUNK" could easily be a reference to Tide's punch line, "CHAUNK GAYE?"

The voiceover concludes that Rin is 'behtar' or superior to Tide, when it comes to whiteness, and at a 'CHAUNKANE WALA' price of Rs 25, at that. A super, 'Issued in the interest of Rin users', completes the commercial.

Comparative advertising is, quite obviously, not a new phenomenon by any standards. Every other brand has dabbled with it at some point, while it is almost formulaic for some categories. However, to make comparisons with competition involves discretion in execution, such as air-brushing or pixelating a competitor's brand name/pack shot, and most definitely, keeping away from referring to rival brand names.

Soon within the days of the Ad was aired, P&G the manufacturers of TIDE has complained of Foul Play against HUL, the manufacturers of RIN. HUL, which has been asked by advertising watchdog ASCI to respond to complaints of "disparaging" the rival product Tide in its Rin ad, got a boost from an order by Madras High Court directing P&G to modify its Tide ad. It is therefore, P&G moved Calcutta High Court yesterday against HUL for putting out a "disparaging" advertisement against Tide.


Though there is so much is happening on this particular campaign, but the agency who conceptualized the whole ad, that is JWT, is yet to comment on the whole saga. With this ad, however, Rin seems to have broken every rule in the book. But what may seem like a publicity stunt to some, is, in all probability, a well-thought out strategy on the part of Rin's makers, Hindustan Unilever (HUL).

But onething is for sure, that there is a new fight in the biggest soap opera of them all, and I expect some more fireworks in the days to come... ;)

The Great Dictator..!! (movie)


OK....on my first posting I am taking up the legend..."THE" Charles Chaplin or as we know him Charlie Chaplin and one of his first true talking picture....THE GREAT DICTATOR. It is a comedy film written, directed, produced by, and starring Charlie Chaplin. First released in October 1940, it was Chaplin's first true talking picture, and more important was the only major film of its period to bitterly satirize Nazism and Adolf Hitler.

The film is unusual for its period, as the United States was still formally at peace with Nazi Germany. Chaplin's film advanced a stirring, controversial condemnation of Hitler, fascism, antisemitism, and the Nazis, the latter of whom he excoriates in the film as "machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts".

The film stars Chaplin as Hynkel and the barber, Paulette Goddard as Hannah, Jack Oakie as Napaloni, Reginald Gardiner as Schultz, Henry Daniell as Garbitsch and Billy Gilbert as Field Marshal Herring, an incompetent adviser to Hynkel. Chaplin stars in a double role as the Jewish barber and the fascist dictator (or "Phooey", parodying "Fuhrer") clearly modeled on Adolf Hitler.

The names of the aides of Adenoid Hynkel are parodies of those of Hitler's. Garbitsch (pronounced "garbage"), the right hand man of Hynkel, is a parody of Joseph Goebbels, and Field Marshal Herring was modeled after the Luftwaffe chief, Hermann Göring. The "Dig-a-ditchy" of Bacteria, Benzino Napaloni, was modeled after Italy's Il Duce, Benito Mussolini. Benzino is played with arrogant buffoonery by Jack Oakie.

Much of the film is taken up by Hynkel and Napaloni arguing over the fate of Osterlich (Austria). Originally, Mussolini was opposed to the German takeover since he saw Austria as a buffer-state between Germany and Italy. The international community (in particular, France and Britain, Mussolini's Stresa front partners) did not share Italy's concern over German annexation of Austria and supported League of Nations sanctions against Italy, after Italy invaded Ethiopia. In 1936, Mussolini submitted to Hitler's will, withdrew Italian troops from the Brenner Pass along the Austrian border, and moved closer to Germany, as Hitler did not apply sanctions against Italy. This conflict is almost forgotten today given Italy's alliance with the German Third Reich during World War II.

The film contains several of Chaplin's most famous sequences. The rally speech by Hynkel, delivered in German-sounding gibberish, is a caricature of Hitler's oratory style, which Chaplin studied carefully in newsreels. The German words schnitzel, sauerkraut and liverwurst can be made out, as well as "Katzenjammer Kids" and English phrases such as "cheese'n'crackers" and frequently "lager beer", in the fake German Hynkel speaks during the rally and at other points in the film when he is angry (though he normally speaks English). Billy Gilbert as Herring is also required to improvise this fake German at times, and at one point (where he is apologizing for having accidentally knocked Hynkel down the stairs) he comes up with the word "banana". Chaplin is clearly taken by surprise and repeats, "Der banana?" before incorporating the word into his own reply. Chaplin, as Hynkel, has a tendency to remove Herring's medals when he gets angry. In the scene where Hynkel receives news that Napaloni mobilized his troops along the Osterlich border, Hynkel not only removed all of Herring's medals, but removed all of his buttons on his shirt, revealing a striped shirt with suspenders and then slaps Herring.

Chaplin, as the barber, shaves a customer in tune with a radio broadcast of Johannes Brahms's Hungarian Dance No. 5, recorded in one continuous take. The film's most celebrated sequence is the ballet dance between Hynkel and a balloon globe in his palatial office, set to Richard Wagner's Lohengrin Overture, which is also used at the end of the film when the Jewish barber is making the victory speech in Hynkel's place. The globe dance had its origins in the late 1920s, when Chaplin was filmed at a Hollywood party doing an early version of the dance, with a globe and a Prussian military helmet (this footage appears in the documentary Unknown Chaplin).

The film ends with the barber, having been mistaken for the dictator, delivering an address in front of a large audience and over the radio to the nation, following the Tomainian take-over of Osterlich (a reference to the German Anschluss of Austria on March 12, 1938). The address is widely interpreted as an out-of-character personal plea from Chaplin.

The Third Reich's official taste in art and architecture is frequently parodied. The distance between the front door and Hynkel's desk is ridiculously long, and while a painter and a sculptor try to create his official image, the dictator never stays posed for more than a few seconds at a time. In the main thoroughfare of the capital the Venus de Milo has been "repaired" to give a fascist salute, and Rodin's The Thinker still sits, but now also has his arm raised.

Some of the signs in the shop windows of the ghettoized Jewish population in the film are written in Esperanto, a language which Hitler condemned as a Jewish plot to internationalize and destroy German culture.

Garbitsch, who constantly counsels and advises Hynkel, seems to be the one guiding him. This is an allusion to the rumors that Goebbels was the actual ruler and Hitler only a puppet-leader.

The film begins during a battle of World War I. The protagonist is an unnamed Jewish private (Charlie Chaplin), who is a barber by profession and is fighting for the Central Powers in the army of the fictional nation of Tomainia (an allusion to ptomaine poisoning), comically blundering through the trenches in a tract of combat scenes. Upon hearing a fatigued pilot pleading for help, the private valiantly attempts to rescue the exhausted officer, one Commander Schultz (Reginald Gardiner), as the two board Schultz's nearby airplane and fly off, escaping enemy fire in the nick of time. Commander Schultz reveals that he is carrying important dispatches that could win Tomania the war. However, the plane quickly loses fuel and crashes. Both Schultz and the unnamed private survive. The private's landing is cushioned by a huge pit of wet mud. As medics arrive, Commander Schultz gives them the dispatches, but is told that the war has just ended and Tomania has lost.

The scene cuts to victory celebrations, newspaper headlines, the evacuation and hospitalization of the private, and to a speech given twenty years later by Adenoid Hynkel (cf. Adolf Hitler, also played by Chaplin in a double role), now the ruthless dictator of Tomainia, who has undertaken an endeavor to persecute Jews throughout the land, aided by Minister of the Interior Garbitsch (compare Joseph Goebbels, played by Henry Daniell) and Minister of War Herring (compare Hermann Göring, played by Billy Gilbert). The symbol of Hynkel's fascist regime is the "double cross" (compare the Nazi swastika) and Hynkel himself speaks a dramatic, macaronic parody of the German language (reminiscent of Hitler's own fiery speeches), "translated" at humorously obvious parts in the speech by an overly concise English-speaking news voice-over.

The Jewish private and barber, who had been hospitalized for the past twenty years, having suffered memory loss from the prior plane crash, is blissfully unaware of Hynkel's rise to power and now, at last, returns to his barbershop in the Jewish ghetto, shocked when storm troopers paint "Jew" on the windows of his shop. In the ensuing slapstick scuffle with the stormtroopers, Hannah, (Paulette Goddard), a beautiful resident of the ghetto, knocks both Stormtroopers on the head with a frying pan. The barber finds a friend and ultimately a love interest in Hannah. At one point, the barber is almost lynched by Stormtroopers, but is saved when Commander Schultz, now a high official in Hynkel's government, intervenes.

Meanwhile, Schultz, who has come up in the ranks in the intervening twenty years, recognizes the barber (who is reminded of WWI by Schultz and therefore gets his memory back) and, though surprised to find him a Jew, Schultz orders the storm troopers to leave him and Hannah alone. Hynkel, in addition, has relaxed his stance on Tomainian Jewry in an attempt to woo a Jewish financier into giving him a loan to support his regime. Egged on by Garbitsch, Hynkel has become obsessed with the idea of world domination. In one famous scene, Hynkel dances with a large, inflatable globe to the tune of the Prelude to Act I of Richard Wagner's Lohengrin) at the end of which it suddenly pops in his hands, like a balloon.

On Garbitsch's advice, Hynkel has planned to invade the neighboring country of Osterlich (likely a corruption of Österreich, the German name for Austria) and needs the loan to finance the invasion. Eventually, the financier refuses, and Hynkel reinstates his persecution of the Jews, this time to an even greater extent. Schultz voices his objection to the pogrom and shows his empathy towards Jews; Hynkel denounces Schultz as a supporter of democracy and a traitor, and orders Schultz placed in a concentration camp. Schultz flees to the ghetto and begins planning to overthrow the Hynkel regime.

Schultz, along with the unnamed barber, Hannah, and other members of the Jewish ghetto, meet to discuss their subversive plot. Schultz says that in order to decide who will carry out this plot (which involves a suicide mission to blow up Hynkel's palace), a coin will be placed in one of five puddings, and the person who receives the one with the coin in it is to carry out the mission. However, Hannah, trying to make a pacifistic statement, has placed a coin in every dessert, leading to one of Chaplin's most comical scenes; finally, they all decide it is best to heed Hannah's advice not to attempt the suicide mission. Eventually, however, both Schultz and his barber friend are captured and condemned to the concentration camp.

Hynkel is initially opposed by Benzino Napaloni (a portmanteau of Benito Mussolini and Napoleon Bonaparte, played by Jack Oakie), dictator of Bacteria, in his plans to invade Osterlich. Hynkel invites Napaloni to talk the situation over in Tomainia, however, and attempts to impress Napaloni with a display of military might and psychological warfare, and thus invites Napolini to a military show. The military show turned out to be a disaster. Hynkel's "light artillery" did not arrive. Hynkel's bombers fall from the sky after initially being mistaken for Napaloni's planes. The tanks do arrive, but they totally fail to impress Napaloni, who claims to have tanks that can fly and go under the water. (Herring blusters that they are concentrating on "flying dreadnoughts".) After some friction and a comedic food fight between the two leaders, a deal is made. Hynkel immediately breaks the deal, and the invasion proceeds successfully. Hannah, who has since emigrated to Osterlich to escape Hynkel, once again finds herself living under Hynkel's regime.

Schultz and the barber escape from the camp wearing Tomainian uniforms. Border guards mistake the barber for Hynkel, to whom he is nearly identical in appearance. Conversely, Hynkel, on a duck-hunting trip so that people will not expect an invasion, falls overboard and is mistaken for the barber and is arrested by his own soldiers.

The barber, who has assumed Hynkel's identity, is taken to the Tomainian capital to make a victory speech. Garbitsch, in introducing "Hynkel" to the throngs, decries free speech and other supposedly traitorous and outdated ideas. In contrast, the barber then makes a rousing speech, reversing Hynkel's anti-Semitic policies and declaring that Tomainia and Osterlich will now be a free nation and a democracy.
Hannah, who was previously mistreated by Tomanian police agents looking for the barber, hears the barber's speech on the radio, and is amazed when "Hynkel" addresses her directly: "Hannah, can you hear me? Wherever you are, look up, Hannah. The clouds are lifting. The sun is breaking through. We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world, a kindlier world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed and brutality. Look up, Hannah. The soul of man has been given wings, and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow—into the light of hope, into the future, the glorious future that belongs to you, to me, and to all of us. Look up, Hannah. Look up" . Hannah looks up with an optimistic smile.

The film will definitely gona put a smile on your face, brilliant performances by Jack Oakie, Reginald Gardiner, Paulette Goddard and ofcourse the great Charles Chaplin a.k.a. Charlie Chaplin