Thursday. 27th March 1975. The camera was kept at a low angle looking up at a pair of closed gates. A dishevelled looking man sporting a stubble and wearing an ill-fitting suit appears in the frame. He slowly lifts his hands and flings the gates open with great force. And strides forward with a swagger. As the director shouts ‘Cut’, the unit hands break into loud, impromptu whistles and claps. They had just seen a thrilling entry style like never before.
God's Own Hero
God's Own Hero
God's Own Hero
Thursday. 27th March 1975. The camera was kept at a low angle looking up at a pair of closed gates. A dishevelled looking man sporting a stubble and wearing an ill-fitting suit appears in the frame. He slowly lifts his hands and flings the gates open with great force. And strides forward with a swagger. As the director shouts ‘Cut’, the unit hands break into loud, impromptu whistles and claps. They had just seen a thrilling entry style like never before.