An example how one should not...

Often we get examples how one should write in media. Here is an example, which can definitely stand opposite to a good writing. This is a cinema review. If you get even a slightest hint on what the movie is about, please convey the same to these bloggers as well. Thank god this film critic (?) is not in Times of India. Otherwise friends in Times of India (Kannada) would have preferred to resign instead of taking the task of translating this review.

Following is the review of Telugu movie Arundhati, appeared in Deccan Herald on January 31. http://deccanherald.com/Content/Jan312009/movies20090130115619.asp

Arundhati
S Viswanath
Telugu (A)

Cast: Anushka, Sonu Sood, Deepak, Sayaji Shinde, ManoramaDirector: Kodi Ramakrishna

Antiquated and anachronistic. Antediluvian and abrasive that’s Arundhati assaulting avowed audiences this week. Oh! His Almighty in merciful heaven what in the name of devilry has director Kodi Ramakrishna delivered. A deviant, diabolic and destructive kinky kitsch caught in time-warp that tosses viewers into mindless, medieval madness. Billed as balderdash that broke boxoffice in neighbouring Andhra, Ramakrishna’s Arundhati is a brazen blood-curdling bunkum, gory and ghoulish as can be. Death, defiance, debauchery and destruction singe the screen in this savage saga of resurrection and revenge where a rakish and rascally Rasputin aka Pasupathy runs riot. In the fictitious fiefdom of Gadwal, ravishing every soul in sari or skirt is this lunatic libertine’s lusty sport supported by vengeful vixen of a mother. But a feisty and fearless Jejamma jousts to end Pasupathy’s pleasurable pursuits entombing the death deified pagan. How the ghost of Pasupathy frees itself from deathly vault to seek vengeance again and Jejamma (reborn as Arundhati bethrothed of Rahul) consigns Pasupathy to eternity forms the pivot of Ramakrishna’s wicked, wierd and witchy, revolting royal renzevous. Having hovered through the byzantine and bloody heath of fog, foul and filthy air, braved the lashings and larcerations of thunder, lightning and rain, as witches of Macbeth’s lament, you valorously wallow adios to Arundhati after the hurly-burly’s done and battle’s lost and won.
Amen and alleluia you are still alive and about.