Ritwik Ghatak

Watching Ritwik Ghatak continuously for two days brings back memories of film festivals at my home town, Thiruvananthapuram. Akira Kurosawa was our favourite those days. I never had the opportunity to watch Ghatak so close. Yesterday, i saw Subarna Rekha and Nagarik. Today, Komal Gandhar...more to come....

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Sepiamniac said…
I have heard he never got his due because Satyajit Ray always managed to steal the show... But, I seriously wonder if geniuses can ever be compared...
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