Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Break ke Baad


originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com

We saw in Vinnaithandi Varruvaya (VTV) and Imtiaz Ali’s films that at most of the times the obstacles in a relationship are very much internal as opposed to what we are led to believe by most of our mainstream cinema. We are fed by our films that the hurdles between two lovers and the happily-ever-after are either fate, misunderstanding (where both parties are cluelessly innocent), parents or a third person (forming a triangle). While if you look around you it is more often than not indecision, insecurities, volatile interest in the partner, ever reducing attention span, high running libido or sometimes just plain boredom. Break Ke Baad doesn’target these specifically but it does something very refreshing for a mainstream Hindi rom-coms, it internalizes all the struggles one faces in relationships.
Films like Blue Valentine( and Everyone Else, a german film which I highly recommend for those who have seen Blue Valentine)take this particular aspect to the most brutal/honest part of its spectrum, where one partner, to bare it in all its primitive simplicity, looses interest and respect for the other partner. Plain and simple. There seems to be no other reason to dump a husband and the father (who actually helps the mother by taking responsibility of a child who may not be his). Pardon my digression into Blue Valentine, but this is a film which is weighing on my consciousness right from the time I watched it. It cut really close to me, so close that I can’t even get myself to recount the last scenes of the movie. Which is why I will now immediately lose myself in a hopeful, may be a fantasy, world of Break ke Baad, in which all characters get a chance to wise-up and make up for their minor digressions.  They understand their misgivings in retrospect and act on them. They ask for forgiveness as easily as they forgive. It is a movie where our judgment may get better of us and bias ourselves against the movie. 
From whatever reviews I’ve read I can only conclude that Deepika’s character doesn’t earn any brownie points for her behavior which, if you take a step back and observe, is actually being very harsh on her.  It would be actually fairer if I talk on this with more context  and in a more organic way. 
We have a very simple and identifiable premise of a cribby stuck-in-banal-job guy dating a high-flyer ambitious I-wanna-live-my-life kinda a girl. If we look around at such scenarios in real life, and importantly at a juncture when the female makes a breakthrough and achieves somewhat higher ‘social-standing’, we know what is in store for that particular couple. Break ke Baad offers a take on this premise in a rather naïve yet honest way. It catches up with the couple before the female takes a (or rather acts on a plan to) high jump.  The roles are defined between them. The guy is supposed to be grounded and realistic one, while the female being an impulsive and instinctive wild girl. They both very well acknowledge their roles and seem to be relishing them. They infact also acknowledge the practical convenience of their roles and how without either one it will all collapse. The female brings in the excitement while the male sets the speed limits. One of the best scenes of the movie comes during this part when the female very cutely tells the guy that tomorrow if I waiver and take off, it is your responsibility to tether me down and lash two tight slaps to bring me back to ground. Now if you see, this guy is barely holding onto her, always on the edge thinking what if tomorrow she leaves me? He is plain insecure. The female here finally decides to move to another country for better opportunities. Amidst much gung-ho she eventually moves to Australia. After couple of weeks of phone chat, one day by accident another guy picks up the phone at the female’s end. Our guy panics and in a snap reaches her place in Australia un-announced. Pissed off by her boy-friends ridiculousness she there and then dumps him saying that its over. But our guy taken over by a bout of self-righteousness stemming from their earlier understanding of him being the ‘mature’ one, doesn’t budge from there in hope of once again bringing her down from her supposed flight of fancy and rekindling their ‘love and understanding’.  This is the interval point. I want to ask all those who hated Break ke baad, one question, isn’t this interesting? I mean isn’t this setup really interesting.
Danish Aslam (the director and writer) said in his interview, “I could relate to the first draft a lot more but after Renuka came on board and as the script evolved, I feel Aaliya is becoming a lot like Renuka. She even talks the way Renuka does!”
If you observe, the basic structure of the script is to put the guy in a righteous position and then make him win at the end by making the female realize that she had gone a self-centered trip. Reading Danish’s interview I was sure that if not for Renuka Kunzru (the co-writer with Danish Aslam), the movie would have felt very aloof from its female lead and would have become a rather skewed rom-com. Renuka lends credibility to the female which helps to get more important issues at fore.
Now coming to the latter half. If you even are getting somewhat closer to Aaliya’s character, you will notice that the characters in the 2nd half are just imposing their own insecurities on her, in a very annoying self-righteous way.  She has absolutely no insecurities and is just doing what she wants in the moment. Her mother tries to throw her on a guilt trip by some solid emotional black-mailing (which all our mothers are expert at). Her boyfriend is not ready to accept a life without her. I’m not saying both don’t have a point, but they are just acting on some misguided, highly biased impulses. She is traumatized from both the sides. But she holds her own, does what she wants to do. Though she finally asks forgiveness from her mother, but till then her mother has also realized her own prejudiced stance and everybody wisens up a bit.
Till this point I have nothing but praises for the movie. But then the way the movie goes about solving the whole issue with her and her boyfriend is a bit been-there-done-that,  though no less truer. The true part of it is that there is no way to rekindle romance after such a break-up, unless the guy earns respect in the eyes of the female.  How to do that filmy style, make the hero a runaway successful chef! It is shown all too easy. Once the guy is on his feet, the female’s interest is piqued. And then we have no looking back. This completion arc is somewhat muddled (may be that is the point). I’ll have to watch the film once again to properly understand this arc, but instinctively it just felt a bit convenient and not worthy of the issues put forth in the initial setup.  I would be lying if I said the end was oh-so-predictable. The reason the end surprised me was because I was expecting something unusual (given the VTV hangover) but it ended being the usual. I felt sudden joy when the film decided to go the happily-ever after way after the misleading twist. Maybe I badly wanted the guy and the female to get together. 
Many of you would feel that you and me have watched a completely different film altogether. I myself am surprised at the mass hate this film generated when it released. Chuck the whole relationship and righteousness blah-blah, but how can one at least not enjoy the casual refreshing conversations in the movie. Some scenes, like the one in the terrace, the one under the table are so cutesy without being overly cheesy. I loved that. I could understand where the guy was coming from, and thanks to Renuka Kunzru I got sufficient insights into Aaliya to fall in love with the character despite her selfish whims.
Another aspect of such films is that there is no sense of direction in the second half, things just see-saw from one moment to the other. Love Aaj Kal and VTV had a very similar second half, when both the lovers are just not able to take a decision and stick to it till the end. Their stances keep on swaying till the end. In this aspect Break Ke Baad doesn’t really break new grounds. It takes the safer and cleaner way, though there are some confusing scenes around the Dhoop Ke Makaan song. I would have really liked some more friction. But that is just what I want. What the entire movie did for me was way more that what I had expected (After all how good can a Imran-Deepika movie be? Right?) And I was just very happy at the end of all of it to just sing praises and make everyone watch this film (which didn’t really happen).
A traditional verdict is as follows,
Ups:                  Refreshing dialogue, refreshing premise and refreshing casualness.
Downs:             (I had predicted Imraan. But no he stands his ground) Convenient wrap-up.
Cast:                Deepika Padukone’s best act till date. It is HER movie all the way, but still Imraan in his own innocuous way ably supports her.
Direction:         Danish Aslam brings the right amount of natural camaraderie between the leads and creates a multiplex palatable (KJO esque) setting minus the irksome broad strokes.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Share The Best Hindi Films of the Decade: Part-1

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on December 31, 2009

To accommodate as many as possible, I couldn’t help but come up with different categories, because I wanted to have Kya Kool Hai Hum too somewhere in the list. To come up with films right from 2000 I have referred Wikipedia’s list of Bollywood films released each year. I hope I haven’t missed any. You would surely find some odd entries here and there based on my personal taste. But my decade’s best is mostly keeping both my likes and the general rating among cinephiles and general audience. No personal tweaks there.

Runner-ups

This category formed when I ran out of category names. The films mentioned in here are a mix of personal favorites and films which are exceptional in parts but don’t crack it as a whole.

(The films are ordered according to their year of release)

Monsoon Wedding
If for nothing else, just for the celebration dance on Aaja Nachle followed by Sukhwinder’s song of the decade, Kawa Kawa.

Saathiya
The end was a bummer, but till then it was disturbingly real.

Khakee
If this is an original screenplay, I’m impressed. And even if not, Amitabh Bacchan’s taking-a-nap-on-stage scene and the explosive monologue at the police station, makes this Rajkumar Santoshi’s best since his Sunny days.

D
I fell in love with Randeep Hooda after this film. His performance fit perfectly as a prequel to the epic Malik character in Company. Some dialogues and scenes are for the keeps. “Main dhande ke liye marne ko tayyar hoon… kya tu sirf muje maarne ke liye marne ko tayyar hai?”

My Brother Nikhil
I cry buckets each and every time I see this film. The main reason being I have a very Juhi Chawlaesque elder sister. Get it?

Gangster
It’s a solid drama. Superbly shot, with a killer soundtrack. Shiney Ahuja’s arrest scene is gut-wrenching. The twist at the end was superb too but then the Emraan Hashmi’s over the top abusive encounter with Kangana at the end killed it for me.

Yun Hota toh kya hota
I simply loved the film. When I saw the film for the first time I had no clue about the stories linked with 9/11. So the end was completely heart wrenching.

Pyaar ke side effects
It took quite a long for apna bollywood to come up with a pitch perfect crisp romantic comedy.

Namastey London
Extremely satisfying hindi pickchur with an underdog hero and a diva like heroine. Easily Akshay’s best during his stint as a superstar.

Cheeni Kum
A crackling first half precedes an over the top farce in the second half. Amitabh and Tabu hit off with each other in a delightful tête-à-tête throughout the film.

Life in a Metro
A very enjoyable urbane filmy hyperlinked narrative laced by a killer Pritam soundtrack. Irfan and Konkana pair up to deliver the most delightful scenes. And Sharman with his brooding honesty won my heart.

The Blue Umbrella
Only if I had watched it on a big screen, I would have promoted it to the higher categories. Pankaj Kapur picks up the pahaadi accent so amazingly that I couldn’t stop myself from smiling every time he said something.

Aamir
It’s fast and it’s gritty. Puts you into the character’s shoes and suffocates you in the bylanes of Mumbai. I found the end moments stretched beyond a point. All the pressure and the anxiety vanished. If the end had worked for me, Aamir would have been way up my list.

Oye Lucky Lucky Oye
Something was amiss in this film. There was some vague disconnect which I couldn’t point out. But anyways, the first 20 minutes by themselves deserve to be in the list.

Firaaq
It was a really well made film, but it only rose occasionally to shattering levels. Maybe it was supposed to be that way. I appreciated the film to great lengths but it didn’t really shake me or shatter me.

Little Zizzou
Oh! A delightful warm and fuzzy Parsi movie. I watched it twice and enjoyed it thoroughly.


Guilty Pleasures

These are not actually ‘good’ films but I have a good time with them even today.

Nayak: The real hero
The Sanskrit chant which plays every time the CM kicks ass, is what I refer to as epic goosebump inducing background score. Anil Kapoor is very convincing as the morally upright socially responsible citizen. Shankar’s hindi debut is high on so-bad-its-good quotient too.

Rehna hai tere dil mein
I used to worship this as a teenager but then have grown out of it, but still each and every scene brings out the old memories and a smile.

Zameen
This was the time when I was an Abhishek fan. I still remember coming home after a first day last show of Zameen and shouting excitedly to my Mom “Abhishek has got his first hit!” People cheered throughout the whole movie. But alas I was wrong, it didn’t manage great business except for some territories.

Kya Kool Hai Hum
This is an absolute hooter of a film. Raunchiness levels hit through the roofs in this film. It is filled with gross double meaning PJs, but till today it gives me the kicks.


Best of Kickass

These are the films which brought back the kickass grit in bollywood this decade. These films feature greyer characters along with plain badass villians. Its not always good vs bad, but even if it is that, these films grind the good to torturous levels thus amplifying the payoff at the end.

Kaante
Sanjay Gupta has style. Period.
And a special mention for Milap Zhaveri for those acidic, kickass dialogues. Some were translated but some were, “sawaal yeh nahi ki bar mein kitni daaru hai, sawaal yeh hai ki tu kitni pee sakta hai.” I hope this isn’t a translated one too!

Ek Hasina thi
Saif Ali Khan’s best role on par with Langda tyaagi. He has some villianish bone for sure. The soundtrack was never recorded. The title sequence song ‘chaha bhanwar’ was astoundingly atmospheric.

Gangajal
The interval scene, where the cops pour acid in eyes of the imprisoned, is one of my favorite scenes. The whole build up where Mukesh Tiwari gets into a verbal duel with the goon and then simmering with anger goes out and brings the acid from his car battery, is purely exhilarating. It gave me the chills.

Apaharan
This film has tremendous repeat value. Its badass and fast paced. Nana Patekar and Ajay Devgan deliver powerhouse performances. Yashpal Sharma as always provides a pitch perfect haraami performance, to give us a superb interval payoff.


The Specials

These films are in general small in budget, indie films. Their achievement may not be as major as the decade’s best but still they are special in their own way. They are the little gems close to my heart.

Waisa Bhi Hota Hai Part 2
This was one of the decade’s earlier new wave films, with a soundtrack more famous than the film itself. Nonetheless it was filled with tongue-in-cheek humor and an adman’s crazy imagination.

Socha Na Tha
What a whiff of fresh air! The casualness with which things went forward in the film was refreshing. Not many people saw this when it came out, but those who did couldn’t stop raving.

Home Delivery
I met Sujoy Ghosh at the Hangover premiere in Mumbai. I told him that unlike many I love his Home Delivery. He started laughing. He said ‘Don’t let others hear this, or they will laugh!” The film had a very distinct rhythm to its proceedings, and the Mahima Choudhary scenes are hilarious. And this may be the only movie which leads upto Diwali at the end.

1971
I missed it on a big screen and I regret it. And I can’t figure out why the producer’s didn’t promote it, because it was a perfect crowd pleaser along with being superbly detailed and acted.

Dil Dosti Etc.
Campus is sooper fun. Why don’t more movies explore the campus, in a more real way like Dil Dosti etc. Shreyas Talpade surprisingly pulled off a Bihari role effortlessly. And the women in the film were hot. Period.

Ek Chaalis ki Last Local
Wild and entertaining. It also has a superb repeat value. A voice over was never so much fun in a hindi pickchur.

Johnny Gaddar
Sriram Raghavan reverses the whodunit gloriously. Instead of the audience, the characters in the film are clueless about the killer, which made the film extremely fun to watch.

Manorama: Six feet under
Abhay Deol biking through a Yana-Gupta-pouring-water-on-her-body mirage. Can one setup the environment, the premise, the characters more deftly?

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Decade’s Best

Aamir shows us the real Hirani

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on December 28, 2009

Where is the honesty? Where is the spontaneity? 3 idiots reeked of manipulations and design to the core. It was so thoroughly designed to deliver punches in each and every scene that it seized to be spontaneous the moment it started. Nothing really wrong with it, as people are having a jolly good time seeing it and taking lessons from it. As long as you don’t see the designs and the manipulations Aal eez well! But if one digs a scratch deeper and tries to see the hands behind the film, each and every scene feels contrived, made just to press the audience’s buttons at every step. Not even a single scene passes without telling you how to feel. Not even a single scene plays out naturally giving us insight into a human being. Zero organic writing. And as I unmasked Hirani along the film, I could see him mouthing the Akshay Kumar’s password in Ajnabee ‘Everything is Planned’. Bad one! But couldn’t resist :-P

Then I asked myself, why Munnabhai films didn’t feel that way. They were also precisely designed, delivering punches at each and every step. What was it about those films that despite of it’s hard-core Hirani treatment, felt honest and spontaneous. Why did I sigh ‘Bas karo bhashan’ in 3 idiots and didn’t mind even a single advice in Munnabhai. Lage raho was actually super preachy, but I could still sense a very good heart at the heart of the films. Whose heart was it? After seeing 3 idiots I can vouch that it wasn’t Hirani’s. He surely is supremely witty, but the heart wasn’t his. My sister helped me with this. She said “Outside Munnabhai films also, we all have an image of Sanjay Dutt. An image of a guy with a heart of gold. How much ever bad he does, one always feels he is essentially a nice guy at heart.” Yea!! That was it!! Munnabhai was Sanjay Dutt, by heart and soul. His character was extension of his off-screen persona. And this worked brilliantly for the film. The honesty and spontaneity was injected in the Munnabhai films by apna Sanju baba and Circuit too to quite an extent. These guys were actually living the characters and thus the films felt ekdum dil se. No amount of designs could overshadow or overpower Munnabhai’s honesty when he tells Dr Suman “Main tumko love karta hai…. Kya karu..woh ho gaya na..”

Now juxtapose that with the ‘heart-of-gold’ Rancho. Aamir Khan makes a mess of it. Hirani calculates Rancho as an inquisitive, naïve, mischievous, maverick and has-figured-out-life kinda guy. But Mr. Hirani, where is his heart? Just see the design of Hirani, to create sympathy for Rancho. After establishing Rancho as a genius, a know-it-all guy, he then unravels his past to reveal that he is actually a servant’s son, a poor guy. And I don’t know whether this design worked for the viewers or no. For me Rancho always remained a theoretical character. I enjoyed his antics but never connected or warmed up to him. He was just a script manifestation never actually fleshing out in front of me. The film overshadows this deficit by its punch-filled scenes and dialogues not once relying on the audience connect with Rancho.

I am a die hard Aamir Khan fan. He must be putting great amount of efftorts to flesh out a character but not once before 3 idiots did I see that effort on screen. He unfailingly delivers effortless performances each and every time. Even when he stepped out of the car as ACP Rathod, he was ACP rathod. He was DJ in RDB. What the hell, I even loved him in Mangal Paandey. His heart is always in the character. Every performance comes fore as a natural performance, though he must be taking great amount of efforts off-screen. That is Aamir Khan. But here each and every twitch of his body feels like an effort to look a college going guy. Each and every expression of his feels like an effort to look inquisitive or childishly mischievous. Though the moment he starts talking we all forget those efforts and are with the film. That is the beauty of Hirani and Abhijat Joshi’s writing. Bombard viewers with witty dialogues, so they are not off the hook. But in retrospective 3 idiots doesn’t work. I’m pretty much sure it doesn’t have the Munnabhai repeat value, but will give it a try once before it leaves the theatres. Because, I actually didn’t mind the movie that much. 3 hours whizzed past without major concerns.

Coming back to Aamir Khan, whenever he goes in the preachy mode I was reminded of Nikumbh sir from Taare Zameen Par. Why? Rancho is not that experienced, has not undergone that great tribulations to actually realize what he preaches. He acts just as the film’s mouthpiece. His preaches never came out of that character, it came from the writer to the audience. And that is precisely why I sighed ‘Bas Karo yeh bhashan’. Compare that to Munnabhai. Despite of the preaching throughout, one never cringed or was offended. Be it overly simplistic or totally outlandish, the preachings came from an honest heart of Munna, and that is why we took the preachings lightly in our stride during the movie. All the advice came from Munnabhai’s day to day suffering and realizations.

Aamir, may be is not cut for Hirani world. He felt as a miscast. I feel great pain in saying that Rancho was a role which Aamir couldn’t carry off effortlessly. It was painful to watch him make stupid faces while running in the hospital with a Mithai ka dabba, or seeing him with his hands in the pocket trying to walk like an innocent first year guy. I guess Aamir should stay away from Hirani, and Hirani should stay away from audience for a while, because I’m sure the audience will grow tired of his format if he strikes any sooner than 2 years.

Paanch: Flash of Brilliance

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on December 20, 2009

I choose the word Flash very carefully because Paanch at the end of the day is just a flash of Anurag Kashyap’s nascent brilliance. In fact, there are a slew of those flashes throughout the movie, but somehow they remain disjointed and don’t add up to form anything awesome. Though the film is restlessly volatile throughout, it doesn’t quite deliver that final punch in the gut, and instead chooses to deliver intelligent filmy thrills.

Paanch starts of as a crime tale told in interrogation flashbacks. The underground mood is setup very deftly in the flashbacks, which introduces us to the Paanch. They are a bunch of weed-smoking binge-drinking college going guys whom every one of us has met at some point of time in the college years; the guys with a care-a-damn exterior and with a fuck you attitude all over their body language. And such a group is always incomplete without a butt-of-the-jokes guy. Someone has to endure all the ridicule and is also expected to take it all in the right spirit. The fuck you guys need him to feed their already expanded egos. They exercise their power, their attitudes relentlessly on the guy. The problem with the fuck you guys is they are so used to putting up the I’m fearless and ruthless image that whenever that image is breached their defense mechanism sets in motion and hell breaks loose.

Luke (Kay Kay Menon) is that archetypical fuck you guy and Pondy (Vijay Maurya) is the butt-of-the-jokes guy. And Luke is not just another guy with an image problem. He is THE guy with an image problem. His defense mechanism drives him to sheer lunatic levels. He bullies the other guys to intimidating levels. And if anyone of them tries to oppose or counter bully him, violence grips Luke and he breaks loose. With him in the room the atmosphere is always volatile. When a certain caper goes wrong, things get ugly and in a blood boiling moment Luke murders a guy. This event triggers further mishaps and the five of them quickly spiral down into an abyss of guilt and helplessness.

So as you can see Paanch has a very potent premise and in fact a perfect setting for Anurag Kashyap to revel in with his kinda characters and dialogues. The film starts off choppily but slowly gathers momentum and rises occasionally to gut-wrenching levels. Half the credit here goes to Kay Kay’s mind-numbing performance. And again half the credit of that performance goes to Anurag Kashyap. The performance is monstrous. It chews the scenery as well as the people around. Every other character complements it in their own humble way. The two places where the bunch frequently hangs out; their house of course and a garage where they jam together; are lit and shot superbly to lend a very queasy claustrophobic feel to the proceedings.

Something horribly wrong happens with the last ½ an hour. *SPOILER START* Suddenly the movie shifts gear and enters into a Usual Suspects kinda mode. *SPOILER END* The story suddenly feels contrived (maybe it is supposed to) and the entire unsettling feeling, which had build up due to the larger part of the film, vanishes. This certain change of gears felt very jarring, clearly robbing the film of the grim and grit. *SPOILER START* The characters suddenly loose their identifiable vulnerabilities and become Joker like schemers. *SPOILER END*

The performance and character which stood out for me apart from Kay Kay was of Aditya Shrivastava. His character is essentially someone like us who, though is smack in the middle of the proceedings, is observing things around with a steadfast yet laidback presence. He too is completely baffled by Luke’s lunacy. And the moment, when he stands up against Luke towards the latter part of the movie, is purely exhilarating.

Main Khuda was very amateurly shot. It looked like a home video. I’m not saying it should have been shot with a huge stage and laser lights ala Rock On. The song is special. It deserved something better. The subway idea was good, but somehow I couldn’t feel that on-the-streets thrill. Maybe because of the unreal lighting used or the thanda sad bhaade ka crowd. The energy was missing. The last part of the song delivers the sorta punch I expected from the whole song. The part when Kay Kay and Aditya Shrivastava get teary eyed followed by Kay Kay and crowd crooning the song alternately ‘Saans lo. Dum bharo. Chillakar Sabse Kaho…Sar jhuka khuda hoon main. Aasmanon pe khada hoon main…Main Khudaaaa…’ That pumped me up big time. That’s how I thought the whole song should have been shot. Anyways the song entered my system again after all those years, and I’m desperate to download or even buy a CD if available.

Without Kay Kay’s performance, Paanch could have easily had a ‘Love sex Betrayal’ caption and passed of as an above average fare. But Luke compels me to rate the film much higher than the choppy screenplay and a flat out bad finale allows it to be. It is after all an Anurag Kashyap film. His mastery of individual scenes doesn’t transcend to the film as a whole. I had similar issues with Gulaal. His films somehow don’t have the fluidity or the poetry of events which Vishal Bharadwaj’s films have in abundance. They seem to be a collection of great scenes. Great scene-cut-great scene-cut and so on. Black Friday was no doubt an exception. But Paanch, Dev D and Gulaal, all of them show this same weakness. But anyways like all his films Paanch has Kashyap’s distinctive intensity driving things forward, and for that alone, it deserves a theatrical release and thus a much wider audience.

Taking Woodstock: Mother of all feel good movies

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on December 11, 2009

Do you remember the dizziness that you experienced when suddenly your life was barraged by limitless happiness in just a matter of few days? The things which you never imagine would happen to you were actually happening along with the things you desperately wanted to happen. All the oft used phrases like ‘bhagwaan deta hai toh chappar phaadke’ or ‘Love makes my world will go round’ are literally applicable for that duration. The events take you by such a surprise that you don’t have even a moment to sit back and soak in the moment and tell yourself “Today, I’m happy!” You are not actually with yourself; you are actually, as often said, living the moment without any awareness of yourself. You are flowing with things happening around you. Now that, I would term as pure ECSTASY.

Woodstock festival, was indeed pure ecstacy for the hundreds of thousands of ‘hippies’ from around America. And Taking Woodstock captures this with so much heart and goodness, that it was overwhelming to see the event unfold and experience the era, without seeing a single stage performance at the Woodstock. That is what the film also does; it doesn’t even show a single live performance. The whole festival is seen from the eyes of Elliot Tiber, owner of the motel where many of the hippies crashed before and during the festival. His depressing mortgage-blues filled life suddenly transforms into a thrill ride of his life. And this is why the movie succeeds like it does. It focuses on this specific character and builds the whole event around it. Roger Ebert says, more the film is specific, more effective it is. I’m just imagining how less effective a multi POV narrative would be in this case. The film could easily have taken the route of narrating multiple stories with the common thread being the festival. But it doesn’t and that is why it is so damn thrilling along with being just enjoyable.

The things which we so often say about movies, like ‘this certain movie transported me to that era’ or ‘that certain film put me into the character shoes’, are not just applicable to this film, the film actually sets towering benchmarks for the above statements. I’m slowly realizing that this post is shaping as a big hyperbole. But I can confidently vouch that everything written is true, if you see it from my eyes ;)

Elliot Tiber is quite a dynamic person when it comes to his local town affairs. With help of his parents, he runs the motel. His mother is an uptight rude old lady, while his father is a kinda laid back, given-up-on-life old man. When Elliot reads in the paper that the Woodstock festival guys were driven away from Wallkill, New York, his enterprising mind immediately jumps on the idea of inviting the festival guys to hold their festival in his town White Lake, New York. After quite a few hurdles, the Woodstock Venture finally books Elliot’s entire Motel and an expansive farmland few miles from the motel to setup the festival. The sudden cash inflow rejuvenates Elliot and his parents. This is actually just the beginning of the journey of Elliot’s character.

I believe, true happiness is in motion. It is in being in motion, working towards something, creating something. It is in the time when you are not aware of yourself and completely lost in your activity. It is in the restlessness and anxiety of whether your target will be achieved or not. It is in the intoxication of the weed which you smoke to run away from those anxieties. It is in the work that you grudgingly do the next day, with a major hangover still in your head. It is in that break you take from work to just calm yourself down. It is in the time which zooms past you without you being aware of it. In short I believe happiness is in the time when you are busy creating your dream.

Then when you witness your dream, created in front of you, you feel the satisfaction and immense pride in yourself. When all the anxiety is done with; you are awake the whole night enjoying the achievement, and then you watch the early morning sky which changes with every minute towards the sunrise, with country music playing on the radio. That is bliss. That early morning is what everyone strives for. The aftermath is what all of us term as happiness, at that moment. But in retrospect, you won’t remember the early morning. You will always cherish the busy days. And then recalling those days, you’ll say to yourself, “I was so happy then!” So let me revise my opinion, true happiness is always felt in retrospective. The best retrospective being the immediate retrospective, that early morning.

And that is why when we see the closing frames of the movie, of the rag pickers cleaning the messed up farmland after the festival, we feel that early morning calm with the thrill in your immediate memories. It may not be the quintessential peak of the crescendo, but its more like a flat crescendo, you are at the top but your feet are still grounded.

Note: Taking Woodstock has an amazingly shot intoxication scene, when Elliot meets couple of hippies who give him some drug and invite him into their van (as above). It is one of the best I’ve seen in my limited movie watching. Till yesterday it was the Pulp fiction montage of Vincent shooting heroin in his veins intercut with a close up of Vincent driving his car. The slow infusion of blood in the syringe, his drugged eyes and the music made it helluva intoxicating for the viewer.

Bring Back the Bard puhleez!!!

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on December 10, 2009

One question I would like to ask Vishal Bharadwaj. “What’s the big rush sirjee?”
Kaminey felt like such a rush job. It is in so much hurry that most of the scenes become a hodge-podge series of shots which desperately scream at you “Look I’m so snappy. Look I’m so trippy. Look I’m so smart and look I’m faster than you. Dare you blink!”
Of course it is one helluva ride, but the ride doesn’t give a damn whether you are with it or trying to cling onto any thread you see. The ride wants to any freakin how reach its destination within a given deadline.

*SPOILER ALERT START*

Consider the ending shots. The shootout is over. Charlie is hit. In the next shot we see a bullet being removed. Immediately cut to, twins CU – Guddu CU – Priyanka CU, cut to Charlie betting in the crowd with a board of Mikhail and Co, cut to Fofhie. THE END.
These above images just rush through as if its job is just to inform. “What’s the big rush sirjee?”

*SPOILER ALERT END*

Surprisingly, though my initial words seem harsh towards Kaminey, my immediate reaction was far from negative. I really liked the 2nd half, except few things at the end. But when I started discussing it with my sister, the haze of ‘why didn’t Kaminey crack it’ slowly started to clear and I became more confident about my problems with the film.

I rarely come across Bharadwaj Rangan’s reviews in my daily surfing, but for Kaminey, I made it a point to read his opinion. And he gets one insight dead right.
“Kaminey is best experienced as a minor movie with major, character-driven set pieces. But there are times you are left with the niggling feeling that Bhardwaj is attempting to inflate this minor material into a major movie. “
Kaminey tries to give weight to the otherwise mean, quirky and frivolous characters. Along with this it also tries to bring some gravitas into a Guy Ritchie-esque plot. It tries to evoke a sense of traumatic childhood, brother vs brother, kameena panti, right and wrong, ambitions and love. And this is exactly where it messes up. The dynamics between the brothers rest on a clichéd (I never thought I would use this word for Kaminey) and a contrived guilt laden flashback. The love angle works better as a plot propeller rather than evoking any emotions (ala True Romance. The love angle was so freakin intense). And what was the big deal about the kameeneys. Were they that Kameeney? Have we not seen more kameeneys in our bollywood. Take for example Sayaji Shinde from Shool. And now compare it with Bhope Bhau. Bhope bhau could be termed as more entertaining, but who would you term a proper Kameena. Bhope bhau acted more like a chindi politician playing chindi power games. Tashi was just going around with his business. Lele Lobo were the becharaas stuck in a situation. What was the most Kameena thing these guys did in the movie?

So, my point is, why make a big deal about the whole thing, why play the profoundly worded title song amidst this chaos, “Why so serious sirjee?” If the screenplay were treated a bit more farcically, a bit lighter handedly this would have become a far more potent film.

My final problem with the film would be the shaky and headache inducing cinematography + editing. Tassaduq Hussain and Meghna Sen do complete disservice to the screenplay. Now I know why Mr. Anurag Kashyap referred to Kaminey as a Guy Ritchie meets Paul Greengrass. And for Kaminey there shouldn’t have been any Greengrass influence. This ain’t a Bourne Ultimatum or a United 93. Then why shake the hell out of the viewer. Why all the fast cuts and the constant barraging of ‘cool’ looking out-of-focus shots. Please keep the camera still and let us soak in the crackling chemistry between the characters. “Sirjee, you don’t need these gimmicks to be cool. Your raapchik dialogues and the quasi edgy direction are enough sirjee!” The need for more cool and calm editing is accentuated by the presence of the non-spoonfeeding screenplay. The screenplay doesn’t divulge all details and keep many things hanging around trusting (sometimes over trusting) the audiences sensory, cerebral and emotional receptors. In such cases the character dynamics have to be soaked in by the viewers so as not to be hindered by the lack of details. And this needs still shots to maintain the overall clarity of the going ons.

Okay, enough of bitching. Actually all this bitching is more of a natural retaliation to the insurmountable praise it’s been receiving. Even my most trusted people like Raja Sen and Rajeev Masand couldn’t find a fault in the film. I respect them so much for their Bollywood reviews that I sometimes doubt my own reasoning. But to hell with the critiquing and lets delve into why Kaminey is a screamer in its own right.

The screenplay (barring the above mentioned issues) is indeed imaginative and many a times rib tickingly audacious. When characters run into each other there is always an inherent tension and they end up in a crackling showdown. Watch out for Mikhail vs Bhope bhau. Each character is supposedly the Dude in his vicinity and that results into a strong underlying energy throughout. And the actors make a feast out of it. Not a single one looking outta place. Shahid Kapoor delivers a visceral performance as Charlie and also oozes sincerirty as Guddu. Priyanka plays her bit with mast bindass honesty. Her feisty and earthy marathi rendering made me go weak down the knees. Enough has been said about the rest of the cast. I would just like to add that each one commands his screen space in presence of others and come up with jhakaas performances.

Kaminey surely takes hindi cinema a notch up with its narrative and plot structuring, but doesn’t reach in the vicinity of cinematic class. It mish-mashes genres rather unspectacularly. (IMO Mithya did that spectaculary) But anyways the energy, which is maintained on high levels throughout, ensure that not a dull moment is delivered. And finally it has upped my respect for Mr Tarantino ten fold.

Radio: An incomprehensible howler!!

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on December 04, 2009

Shanaya (Shehnaaz Treasurywala) is in luv with Vivan (Himesh Baba). Her sister asks her “Kya dekha tumne usme?” Guffaws echoed in the theater. She replies, “He is a very simple guy and has a kinda vulnerability!” Bingo. Vulnerability is the word. I finally got word to describe Himesh Baba’s impenetrable expressions, which kept baffling me until then. Himesh Baba was vulnerable. He could be the first Indian actor to depict vulnerability so effortlessly. I knew Radio couldn’t be a simple love story with simple emotions, conflicts and resolutions. But still my snobbish pre-notions about bollywood were not ready to accept the complications of Radio. Snobs like me go ga-ga over subtle acting in European cinema, but when it comes to hindi cinema we are overpowered by our notions and biases and bash every performance. But here Himesh Baba delivers a slap in our face with the baap of all subtle performances. I challenge you to decipher even a single expression of his without getting confused. See, that is the point of the film, it is about confused characters. And that confusion transcends to the audience, who are literally put in the character’s shoes. Sooper!!!

If you thought Kaminey was fast paced, confusing and left threads hanging with help of its non spoon-feeding script, wait until you watch Radio. It is unbelievably confusing and fast paced, and you’ll have to up your ante to keep pace with the movie. “Are you watching closely?” Radio ensures that your grey cells work overtime and as a result delivers a cerebral experience. And it also tests your Class-quotient thoroughly. If you thought the relationships in Love Aaj Kal were too urban or too casual, Radio will give you a clear picture of where you stand on the urban relationships knowledge scale. I think Radio may just be out of your league.

Ishaan Trivedi’s screenplay is for the keeps. He takes cue from Tarantino on fractured narrative and use of music with visuals, and gives it a desi spin to deliver a choppy, disjointed and exhilarating romantic comedy. If Tarantino would have dabbled hands in the rom com genre, he would made something like Radio. It’s smart and senseless at the same time.

0Radio, in parts is so classy for hindi mainstream that people will be left scratching their head. Things which were never considered in hindi pickchur, things like compatibility, closure, defense mechanism, denial mode, fuck buddies and so on, are sprinkled so casually in the screenplay that I am in awe of the casualness of the movie in handling such complicated concepts and issues. Radio is indeed hip and cool. And is also a lesson in the progressive modern life fundas and lingo.

Technically Radio falls in the Romantic musical genre. Songs, which are all chartbusters, overpower the visuals so emphatically that you are lost in the beats of the songs and wonder what the hell are the visuals about. I’m telling you Radio is not an easy watch. It’s a difficult watch, very much like any festival film. It gets bizarre in places. It is inaccessible at places. himesh-reshammiya-in-radio-1I’m sure the voice over was added in the film as an afterthought, just to aid the lowest common denominator in the audience with the going ons. Without the voiceover, it is an incomprehensible and impenetrable character portrait of Himesh Baba and the two girls who are madly into him.

Note: Guys, please refrain from taking your girlfriend to the film. You will burn with envy when she will swoon for Himesh Baba.

500 Days of Summer

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on November 10, 2009

This isn’t a story about a normal guy meeting a normal girl. This is about a normal guy meeting a classy, sexy female. And this changes a lot in the dynamics between them. The pointer of the control exuded doesn’t shift from one to the other. It constantly is pointing towards the female. It may be the same when a normal girl meets classy hunk, but I will be the last person to have any opinion on that. Thinking on those lines is out of my territory. While on the other hand, I am a living testament of the guy’s perspective in a certain ‘one sided’ or ‘can’t be labeled’ relationship with an awe inducing female. And 500 Days Of Summer is precisely that and also how basic gender behavioral differences surface out in a relationship and create a wreck.

At the start of the film itself the movie acknowledges the fact that Summer, the female in question, is no ordinary female. The store she worked in during her college reported a steep rise in sales, the bus in which she travelled shows rise in passengers travelling by that route and she always gets a good discount on the house rent wherever she stays. That is the Summer effect. She is influential. And tell me, aren’t there such females around us? There surely are. They are devastatingly good looking. And just their affable smiles would make all the males go weak in their knees. This is much like the exaggeration we see in Hindi movies, and especially in Farah khan movies. Summer (Zooey Deschanel) exudes such charm and commands eyeballs around her. Unfortunately and unfairly she joins an office where Tom, the guy in question, has been working for 2 years. And from hereon starts the frustrating journey of Tom (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) with Summer.

The overused ‘You know, we can be really good friends’ line is not used in this film as just a joke. It is used for what it really is, and what a guy feels on hearing it. It is an easy cop out for females, who are scared to put across some things bluntly. ‘I don’t like you in that way.’ Why don’t females understand, there are no two ways for guys, its either you like them or you don’t like them. Guys don’t understand this way and that way. Especially when they are betting their lives on your answer. They don’t want to be your good friends, they want to be your boyfriend or else move on with life. They can’t be two people at the same time, pretending to be good friends and burning inside with attraction or whatever that overpowering feeling is called. I know you don’t want to hurt them by telling them things too frankly, but please think of something new to say next time when a guy comes begging for your affection, don’t pull off ‘good friends’ or ‘not in that way’.

The gender behavioral differences that I referred to earlier comes in play when Summer tells Tom “We should stop seeing each other” while they are sitting in a restaurant. Tom is devastated and Summer is well aware of the repercussions her sentence could have. The ordered pancakes arrive. Now Summer, to avoid any arguments, nonchalantly says “Wow, the pancakes look good. Lets finish the pancakes and then talk.” Tom looks down on his food and is simply disgusted by the sight of the pancakes. The point I’m arriving at is that females are much more capable of putting up a façade while ruminating inside on some other thing. Especially when in critical situations. Males on the other hand find it rather difficult to pull of such duality. Tom gets so disgusted on hearing the pancake line that he just gets up and blasts away from the table.

500 Days of Summer essentially charts 500 days of Tom in ‘love’ with Summer. The narrative is beautifully structured non-linearly, oscillating between the good days and the bad days. Roger Ebert very superbly explains the essence of this narrative structure in his review.

    “We never remember in chronological order, especially when we’re going back over a failed romance. We start near the end, and then hop around between the times that were good and the times that left pain. People always say “start at the beginning,” but we didn’t know at the time it was the beginning.”

The film surely is a truthful account of a guys perspective in relationships which they get into when they are in their early twenties. I myself can safely vouch for that. It is heartbreaking too, when certain notions and expectations, which are ingrained through popular movies, are shattered and life happens. But the film falters whenever it opts for the popular rom-com strokes to advance the story. The film is actually trying to revolt against these romantic movies, and it irks me and saddens me to see the film employing those very ploys to derive the character interactions. I’m not able to recollect any particular scene to exemplify my point, but I could very much feel those ‘popular’ undercurrents which occasionally popped out as glaring spikes. Now, contradictorily, as I replay the movie in my head I question myself, were the scenes with some real substance and truth the occasional spikes in an otherwise popular rom-com format, or was it the other way around. The core of the movie is so close to me that I am hell-bent on believing the latter. But I have no doubts in saying that the last scene betrays the whole theme of the movie and is surely dumbed down to clichéd.

Note to all the twenty something guys: If ever you have felt like a loser in presence of a female, this film may climb up right into your all time favorites.

Fish Tank

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on November 5, 2009

In my opinion (at the risk of generalizing), rebellious teenagers are more equipped to pursue their dreams and make things happen. On the other hand docile teenagers are more likely to go with the flow and end up dormant as the sun is about to set. Now, the reasons for which they may rebel, may seem utterly ridiculous, or may not even be on the right side of morality. But the point here is not the reasons, but the fact that they are arrogantly confident about themselves and are willing to go at loggerheads with everyone. These are qualities one needs to go the distance in the long run. And I believe that Mia, the teenage protagonist of Fish tank, will one day do wonders for herself.

Fish Tank captures those days when we used to give a damn about anything that is uninteresting to us; the days when arrogance was part of our persona and issues like low-self esteem and self-pity were nowhere near the horizon. We were king/queens of our world. All external things posed a threat. And look at nowadays; the threats have now been internalized. We ourselves are the one threatening ourselves. We are constantly fighting with our moods, impulses, desires. Whereas the teenage days was the time to act on our moods impulses and desires without caring a hoot for anything or anybody.

The film is about a 15 yr old foul-mouthed teenager, Mia (Katie Jarvis), who hates everything apart for her time when she dances alone in an unoccupied flat with her CDman belting hip-hop. Her mother is a blonde alcoholic who abuses her whenever she steps in the house. Mia, therefore spends limited time at home. Fish-Tank-2009-001She roams around the neighborhood, watching girls dance practicing, buying booze and quite often spends time at a net café surfing for dance videos. Her daily routine is affected when she starts interacting with her mother’s new boyfriend, Connor (Michael Fassbender). She gets infatuated by his presence and uncharacteristically starts hanging around with her mother, her baby sister and him.

The notion of love, when you are a teenager is shallow and confused with infatuation. But whatever it may be, it surely is strong and overpowering. And it makes your world go round. The film depicts this infatuation with so much observation and heart that first time in my life I truly identified with the attraction a girl feels for a man. I was literally in Mia’s shoes, when Connor was around her. His nonchalance towards her and at the same time the protectiveness that he displays for her made him a perfect object of attraction. Mia falls for him, and starts visiting him at his workplace, and also occasionally listens to his advice, which is so very uncharacteristic of her.

The film captures the attraction and her initial arrogance towards Connor turning into respect and awe, subtly and beautifully, without any voice-overs or any slow motions of Mia drooling over Connor. That’s what I love about these small indie films. They give me a much needed break from the larger than life romances and dreamy attractive leads. They present real people in real quandaries. And the satisfaction such films give me, is much greater and long lasting than the entertainment the films with broader strokes provide.

Let me take a shot at answering a question “What is good cinematography?” I say, a film can be said to be well shot when the lighting, the framing and the camera movement evokes emotional responses, without the viewer noticing any of the above. The shot should not distract the viewer and thus detach him from the characters. Many a times fancy lighting and camera movements stylizes the shot and gives it a very good aesthetic look, but what is the fuckin use of it if it draws attention of the viewer away from the characters and the story. I owe this perspective to a very knowledgeable friend of mine who shattered my adolescent notions of cinematography.

There is a scene in Fish tank I remember vividly. Connor is seated on a sofa at night watching TV. Mia enters the room. Connor asks her to show him the dance that she has prepared for some upcoming audition. Mia reluctant at first hesitantly gives into his demand and dances onto a number which she had heard the first time in Connor’s car. She dances passionately to the song as if her dance is just meant for Connor. As the song ends, Mia sits besides Connor and slowly they start making out and end up making love on the sofa. And now when I think in retrospect of the shots which made up that scene, I cannot help but appreciate the atmosphere which it builds up with help of a yellow backlight coming through the window from a street lamp. Mia is shot in sexy silhouettes and Connor in dim lit close ups. The tension which slowly builds up as the song proceeds is made very palpable with help of this piece of superb cinematography.

Fish Tank, the title is supposed to symbolize the years when you are trapped in the confine of angst and frustrations. The fish inside surely don’t know that there is a huge ocean out there. But saying this would be looking down upon teenage years as just some clueless years. Sure, the world outside is way bigger and worse than what we imagine in our teenage years, but it also reflects the inherent human tendencies of rebelling for freedom, acting on impulses and desires, boosting the ego and finally loving someone like there is no tomorrow.

Wake up Sid is my kinda movie

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on October 6, 2009

Wake up Sid is my kinda movie. Only if at the end Sid would have told Aisha “You had me at your first e-mail”, this is the movie which I would have made. I was reluctant to write anything about this film, because I FELT the movie as it was and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to articulate my love for this movie truthfully. And then I also realized that analyzing this movie would be a disservice to the whole journey that I experienced while watching this film. The analysis wouldn’t mirror or reflect what I felt at a given moment. For example, the scene in which Aisha calls Sid to her house at 11:50 pm. Sid playfully asks “itni raat gaye bulaya! Chakkar kya hai?” Aisha, with a hint of embarrassment, replies “tum muje paagal samjoge, lekin dus minute mein mera birthday hai, aur maine aaj tak apne birthday ki raat par akeli nahi rahi hun.” If I were to analyse, this moment speaks volumes. Aisha and Sid have become quite good friends in the past couple of weeks, but of course they haven’t exchanged their birthdays yet. She has come to the city to lead an independent life, and she is enjoying her independence. But birthdays are different. Many people become anxious right from the day before their birthdays. And the eve of your birthday is always filled with an expectant restlessness. It’s not easy for a girl to call a guy (who is just a friend ;) ) on that eve and tell him that it’s her birthday. It’s embarrassing for her and the guy too. It’s a moment they both want to get over with. Now, when I watched this in the movie, I felt my heart warming up to these folks. I just felt so friggin good. I felt as if I had written this scene and it played out for me unknowingly. I know the follow-up to this moment was a cheesy montage of Sid preparing a bread jam cake with a matchstick lit up on top of it. But then it was indeed a very sweet thing to do in limited time. It was cheesy but I really didn’t mind it.

Analysing Wake up Sid will unearth clichés and cheese spread all around. It is after all about a rich spoilt irresponsible guy maturing in life. Coming of age stories are as predictable as sports films. And they have ‘feel-good’ written all over it. But as long as ‘feel-good’ is kept within cringe (diabetic) limits, these stories unmistakably leave you all warm and fuzzy. This film did just that to me. There are no profound realizations, no profound lessons to be learnt, just a simple journey of 2 people who meet each other at crossroads of their lives.
Aisha calls up Sid:
“Sid, I got the job!!! Whoaooo!!!
“Oh!!! That’s amazing!!! Congratulations…. Aisha, I’m a bit busy. I’ll call u later”
They hang up. And there is Sid, anxious and praying for his final year results. He makes his way through to the results display board. His friends pass and he fails. All the care freeness dilutes in seconds. Here we don’t see a rich spoilt Sid, who doesn’t need to give a damn to the results. We see a guy who failed in his exams and has to face a close friend who passed on border line, and also go home and face his parents. He looks like you, he looks like me, he looks like any other helpless guy. Here we realize that the movie is not just about a rich guy, it’s about every one of us who studied only on the last day of the exams, still hoping to pass. The film from hereon emerges out from its initial premise and becomes a universal film.

When I (used to) sit down to write a script, most of the times a fantasy love story pours out. I say fantasy not in the magical, larger than life sense, but in a sense of my dream journey with a girl, in a sense of how I would see myself falling in love. And then I see Wake up Sid. The journey of Sid and Aisha would be my ideal (in the filmy sense) relationship journey. Sid admires and respects Aisha and develops a soft corner for her. In my words, he has fallen for her. But there he is, all ears to Aisha and her dream partner profile. Aisha cautiously and quite frankly knocks him down with truth, “I want a man…. You are still a boy!” Respect and admiration is what Aisha doesn’t have for Sid. So falling in love is out of question. But then Sid moves in with Aisha and they develop a very sweet platonic relationship. There are moments of fury for Aisha, but then this film is about good people, simple and uncomplicated. Sid doesn’t see his scattered things as a mess and doesn’t feel any necessity to clean it up, but then when he sees the broken plate pieces with omelet pieces licking the floor, he feels the irk of seeing mess. He cleans up the plate and omelet and then also cleans up his scattered things. And that night while waiting for Aisha to calm down and return home, he feels the need to gather himself and stop being a jerk. Now, if you ponder, this is supposed to be THE turning point of the film. Sid finally wakes up. But its handling is far from sweeping. It’s handled unlike anything I’ve seen before. There is no major life changing incident thrown in. And why should there be any, because what he is going through is not some kinda big deal. Most of the people go through that and it’s normal. People naturally progress out of that phase and life goes on. And life went for Sid. Luckily (after all it’s a pickchur) he gets a chance as an intern to assist a pro photographer, and Sid proves his worth. Good for him. The bigger issues here are his homecoming and his relationship with Aisha.

(Reference: Namesake) If I try to articulate what Gogol actually felt when his father dies, and why does he shave his head for the last rites or why does he start reading ‘The Overcoat’, I will fail miserably. I was just immensely moved. I just felt that it was what anyone would do. What Wake up Sid does in the homecoming part of the film is that it tries to articulate that feeling of a guy’s love for his parents. The guy has always been at loggerheads with his parents, but when you come back home, you just feel back home. You feel immense love and respect for your mother, your father. No reasons can justify that love. large_rachel-wedding(Reference: Rachel Getting married) When Kym returns to her sister Rachel all hurt, what does Rachel do? She gives her sister a nice bath even before she herself gets ready. In Wake up Sid, Ayan Mukherjee tries to give reasons for this love and respect. Mom speaks in English because she wants to befriend him. His love for photography has trickled down in him from his father. There exactly where the film falls short and doesn’t rise above ‘see.. that’s so touching’ level. But seeing how the whole premise was setup, Wake up Sid just couldn’t have reached the Namesake levels. And if Ayan Mukherjee hadn’t articulated, it would have become plain bland and boring. So within the milieu of the film the homecoming scenes work pretty decently. But I would any day prefer the father-son phone conversation from Lakshya. That was simple and super moving.

Ayan Mukherjee comes across as a normal simple good guy. He is probably an adolescent Farhan Akhtar. The heights to which DCH and Lakshya rise, Wake up Sid doesn’t even try to. It has a very utopian, pure outlook of the world. And that’s good in a way. It makes you feel good about life. People come to cinemas to feel good, so there is no way this film can be looked down upon just for its simple uncomplicated approach to movie making. Am I being too defensive?? May be. Coz I truly feel this is my movie and after reading all the negative comments on the film, I finally decided to write this post.

Away We Go

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on September 26, 2009

A very simple take on Away we go would be that it is a testament of Sam Mendes’s love for dysfunctional families. And in fact this take wouldn’t at all be entirely incorrect. American Beauty, Revolutionary Road and now Away We Go. He loves American dystopia.

Away We Go actually is a nice romantic indie with some genuine laughs and smiles. Only if this film had aspired to be ‘nice romantic indie’, it could have been such a great Sunday afternoon watch. But the writers and Mendes seem to have some agendas to drive home and some truths of life to be realized.

At the center of this film is one of the most real, cozy, pragmatic, in-love couple, Burt and Verona, I have ever seen in films. Their fears and insecurities ring very true as they set themselves for a nationwide home-hunting trip. They are determined to find the right place for their daughter who is just 3 months away from arrival into this big bad mean world. They are skeptics of fulfilling social obligations, especially Verona, but at the same time they want their daughter to be raised with aunties, uncles and showered with grandparents’ affection. They are realists, but wish their daughter would grow up in pretty amiable conditions only. There lies in contradictions, but they are quite understandable human contradictions. And actually their thinking and beliefs are not exactly extreme as I make it sound but they are tending towards how I make it sound. On their trip they come across 4 families and at the end of these encounters they realize many truths, which, except one, I failed to realize along with them. The film tries to make them better-equipped-to-take-on-life people.

Sam Mendes’ earlier 2 dystopian movies worked to an extent because they explored dysfunctional families as a stand alone family (as in Revolutionary Road) or as a family amongst other similar screwed up families, may be with different quirks (as in American Beauty). Here, in Away We Go, a very real (without serious quirks) couple is explored by juxtaposing them with dysfunctional couples. And 2 of these couples are, along with being screwed up, bordering lunatics. And when Verona tells Burt ‘Are we the only people happy in love’ after meeting lunatics, sounds unbelievable and out of character. They are shown to be the classy, thoughtful and self-aware couple, and to be even slightly affected by these encounters is ridiculous. Going by their character they should have laughed it out and thanked their stars they are normal, which they actually do immediately after bullying a lunatic couple, but they soon get over it and get serious about it. Really??

Finally after their first 2 experiences, they find an apparently normal happy, well-knit family. Sam Mendes must have asked his writers, “But then what is the fun of exploring a normal family?” As alcohol makes its way in, the facades of the family fade away unearthing the melancholy beneath. Thankfully the film has spared this couple of the quirks and we slowly start identifying with Burt’s rising cynicism towards love and marraige. Their final unplanned encounter is really well handled. The warmth and the love Burt and Verona’s character showed at the start of the film, surfaces again. The last 2 encounters give their characters a very real, identifiable contemplative setup, which the film failed to give till then.

Now let me for some time stop analyzing, and just feel the couple at the focal point of the film. Despite all my blah blah about the film, Burt and Verona come across as fully realized well rounded characters. We as viewers actually know that they are in love sans any hang-ups. They acknowledge and complement each other very honestly and heartily. They are your quintessential loving couple without being quintessential. Does that make any sense??

For people who love reading only the first and last paragraphs, I will sum up my problem at the risk of oversimplifying matters. Before embarking on their journey, Verona asks Burt ‘Are we fuck ups?’ The film then proceeds to make them realize that they aren’t the fuck ups. Agreed, given some benefit of doubt, the film makers’ intentions were noble, but the means of the realization were far from noble. To contrast the couple against a bunch of quirky lunatic screw-ups to make them realize, is a very easy and undignified way of working things out. The wonderful couple of Burt and Verona surely deserved a better inner journey than Away We Go.

Note: As an after thought, I may have completely misread or missed their inner journey. So please feel free to rip off this write-up and enlighten me (No sarcasm intended).

Babagiri Delivered

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on September 21, 2009

Let me get this out of the way. Wanted isn’t as good as Pokiri. Wanted could have been the best masala actioner of the last 2 decades if the love story was handled with a heart (The main reason Ghajini worked in its last half-hour); if there was some chemistry between Salman and Ayesha, if songs were cut on the editing table itself and alas if the punchlines could have been worked on more seriously.

The above mentioned things were minor quibbles in my first WANTED experience, but they amplified to major irks when I watched it the 2nd time. But despite of these downers Wanted delivers on the Babagiri that it promised. It delivers, as PS puts it, ‘le aaya mera sher, yeh maarega mukka’ adrenaline rushes along with some rip roaring laughs. It may well be the first in the toungue-in-cheek masala genre. The other films that come to mind, which could have fit in this genre are Om Shanti Om and Tashan. OSO was more of a spoof, while Tashan tried its level best to bring back the kitsch with style. But as I had dozed off for the major part of Tashan(not bcoz of boredom, just the late hour I guess), I will not dwell more on its aspirations. What Tashan tried hard to do, Wanted does it effortlessly. It has absolutely no hang-ups about its cliché laden ‘incite and payoff’ formula film making. It sheds all the inhibitions and with a sense of humor, unapologetically serves the masses.

The HERO, whom we desperately wanted back in bollywood arrives in some style. Salman Khan turns on his superstar aura like never before and kicks some serious butt. But Salman’s aura is both a boon and bane for Wanted. His aura obviously sends the masses into raptures, but a major ingredient of this aura is his tomfoolery, his monkey antics. At least he himself thinks so. Because even as a cold-blooded hitman he doesn’t miss a chance to shows his antics in the songs and the scenes with Ayesha, which were so not required for the role of Radhe. If he would have taken the no-nonsense approach to this role like in Veergati and Karan Arjun, Radhe would have been more potent and it would have done loads of good to the movie also. Here is where Mahesh Babu scored. The suaveness that he exuded even in his taporigiri, added the extra coolth to Pandu. Mahesh Babu was so friggin smooth as Pandu that he made Salman’s Radhe look like a wannabe.

But I guess the comparison would be unfair on Salman, because here in Bollywood he has a niche created for himself, where even if he walks in slow motion with his sleeves rolled up for the whole movie, public would cheer him throughout (I just wished Salman could run the way he walks). I don’t think Mahesh Babu has that sorta thing in Telegu cinema. This is what Salman is and this is what is shamelessly exploited in Wanted. Everyone knew Salman has to go shirtless at some point in the movie, and the film builds it up with panache, and finally when Salman rips off his shirt in the climax battle, the theatre reverberated with serious seetis and cheering never heard before during the movie.

The last half hour belonged to THE man named Prakash Raj. He is the best thing that happened to Wanted after Salman. And in the finale, it is Prakash Raj who makes Salman look deadlier. He sends the audience rolling on the floor with his sleep deprived Gani bhai act. When he meets Radhe he says “Tu toh romantic hero lagta hai”. To this Salman quips “Aur tu B-grade pickchur ka villain!” This is the cheeky humor I was referring to. Be it the Gani bhai’s retort to the police commissioner when he asks “Tune apni maa ke saath bhi sauda kiya tha kya, pet se bahar aane ke liye?”, the beating that Mahesh Manjerakar receives in the brothel area or the genius ‘gani bhai goes deaf’ moment in the finale, the movie carries the humor throughout.

During my first watch, I just remember myself laughing my ass of at every friggin thing in the movie. It takes ridiculousness to new levels with the gun-playing act, the Vicco-Vajradanti moment and the train fight sequence. And I was laughing at these too, the first time. Maybe it was just the mood I was in. But the 2nd time I was just waiting for Salman slo mo walks and the ingenious moment when the deaf Gani Bhai sees Salman spin-kick his men in slo mo with only the deafening humm in the background. Sooper!!!

The return of the true single screen HERO

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on September 15, 2009

Wanted may just be THE masala movie, the masses have been waiting for, THE movie which I’ve been waiting for, The movie I’ve been waiting to see with my fellow masses. As a dear friend would have put it, ‘In these times of pretentious mediocrity, Wanted may just bring a whiff of unpretentious kitsch, which could at least be reveled in with a guilty glee.’

‘The TRUE single screen hero’ bit in the title is a direct potshot at Akshay Kumar. As QGM would have put it ‘Enough of the self deprecating buffoonery, I say. Turn on the machismo, I say.’

Single screen cinema is Salman’s territory. I still remember the opening day box office report of Tere Naam. Inspite of the lack of pre release hype, dated looking trailers, Tere Naam managed a 90% occupancy all over. Nobody in their sanity would have predicted this. Salman’s pull over the masses shocked one and all in the industry. Tere Naam went onto become a box office hit, and Himesh Reshammiya rose above obscurity. Till date Himesh doesn’t miss a chance to thank Salman publicly.

Another instance when I encountered the Salman effect, was during the interval of Garv: Pride and Honor. There was a group of wannabes, and I don’t mean the hip low waist wannabes seen at multiplexes. I’m talking about wannabes seen at single screens, with torn boot cut jeans, embroidery laden back pockets, the jeans cap and the salman bracelet in their wrist. Here in Pune, some of us refer to them as ‘Khadki Dapodi public’. These guys were so bloddy impressed by Arjun Ranawat’s histrionics that they discussed how righteous he was and that is how a man should be. I burst out laughing. But then it struck me. It wasn’t Arjun Ranawat who was garnering the rave, it was Salman’s rendition of Arjun Ranawat that was being hailed. People were cheering throughout the film for every cross Arjun Ranawat made on screen.

I was never a fan of Salman, but pretty much saw what the fans loved about him. There still is a HERO-like aura about him. There still is a bundle of snobbish coolth in him. He still isn’t a good dancer, but still dances like a live wire with a joie de vivre ala Govinda. The era of punchlines may have passed but still the ‘commitment’ line featured in Wanted trailer evokes a sense of ‘masala pickchur delight’.

I’m not worried about the plot and narrative of Wanted, as the film on which it is based is a kickass badass telegu formula film with a major twist, Pokiri. But I’m worried about the execution of the plot, the punchlines, the overblown fights. Hindi masses aren’t so much used to the over the top treatment. And I hope Prabhu Deva has shed some of the southie elements and has pulled out the right punches for the hindi remake. Even if we discount the southie action, the punchlines have to work. They have to evoke serious hootings and whistling. Or else I’ll be disappointed.

At least the trailers of Wanted haven’t disappointed yet (except some run of the mill song promos). One trailer in particular displays some very strange kinda Prabhu Deva humor. The voice over in the trailer says ‘He walks casually, he kills casually, he loves casually, but he dances seriously’ and then we see our Sallu mia dancing to glory. Ha Ha Ha. After all it’s a Prabhu Deva film.

I’ll end with a list of my most memorable theatre going experiences.

Bade Miyan Chote Miyan:

Excitement for this one had reached the roof. Finally when the film started and the titles played with the Viju Shah music, One guy literally erupted from his seat, one hand up in the air and whistling with the other. The Madhuri song sent the masses into a frenzy. IMO one of David Dhawan’s best

Pyaar To Hona Hi Tha:
The Remo song was such a hit that people were crooning the title song on their way home after the movie. A great indianized rip-off by Anees Bazmee. Kajol stole the show.

RHTDM:
My first date movie. Confession: I still love this film

Satya:
I was pleasantly surprised when my dad was ready to take me for this A rated film that too in my exam season. It had a hammer strong effect on me. I was just in the ninth grade and I understood why it was rated A. Not just because of the violence and language, but because of the sheer power of the film

Company:
I somehow didn’t like the 2nd half of Company when I saw it the first time. So I thought of giving another chance to the film to affect me. I entered the theatre and the Urmila title song was going on. I was so damn exhilarated by the atmosphere itself.

Judwaa:
Couple of years after the movie’s release i saw it with a houseful crowd in a morning show. I just about managed to get a ticket! Another glowing example of Salman’s pull.

Matrix:
I went alone for this and encountered a houseful board. Somehow I convinced the black-marketeer to sell me the ticket at Rs. 40 as i didn’t have a single penny more than that.

Mission Impossible:
I was in the 8th or the 9th grade. I didn’t understand the plot at all but was just stunned by the slick events happening and the explosive action. I watched it again, but still had no luck with the plot. Was I such a dumb 9th grader?

Independence Day:
This was my first stint with aliens. The pre-climax speech by the president gave me goosebumps and the ‘boys I’m back’ moment makes this my most memorable Hollywood blockbuster.

Vaastav:
In a way this was my first illegal movie. I was in 10th and till then I had never lied at home and gone for a film (which became a die-hard habit in the coming years). The movie was in its 2nd week. And as this was a late box office bloomer, I had to buy the tickets in black, which always makes it more memorable. Right?!

Jungle:
I was not so keen on watchin this one but my friends forced me to come wid them. The show was houseful, but my friends had the tickets booked. 2 of my friends were driven out as the movie was Adults. The muvie blew me away. i can still visualise makrand deshpande running excitedly at the end.

Those were the days, I tell you!!!!!

Punch-Drunk Love

Originally posted on www.passionforcinema.com on August 13, 2009

This is not a review of Punch-Drunk Love, but an articulation of the character arc of Barry Egan (Adam Sandler) in the film. This write-up also became a quest to understand the character more truly, deeply and clearly.

None of the reviews that I read fully understood the premise and the character of Adam Sandler in the film Punch-Drunk Love. So I just felt like articulating what’s the whole thing actually about. So here it goes. (Major Spoilers ahead. If you haven’t seen Punch-Drunk Love, refrain from reading further. But please be sure to watch it, and then read the following)

“Barry Egan (Adam Sandler) is not bordering mental illness, he himself might think so, but he isn’t. He is hyper-sensitive and hyper-conscious of himself in his own eyes as well as in others’. He wants attention but not the intent/nosy attention; instead he seeks a sort of casual attention. He is more comfortable with some phone sex girl than a regular cute girl(woman), who is interested in him. Not because he is a pervert, but because the regular cute girl(woman) is one of his seven sister’s good friend. So what? His sister is actually trying to set him up with that girl, which puts him into an infinitely uncomfortable situation. On the other hand the phone sex girl is a total stranger who is busy trying to do her seduction job while talking with Barry and casually, almost obligatorily asks him some generic questions, which Barry is more than happy to answer. He just wants to talk; he doesn’t even mind the listener’s lack of interest in the conversation, until the person refrains from asking intruding questions. Unlike majority of us, he doesn’t like to be asked personal questions by his near ones like “How are you feeling” or “Why do you look unhappy”. When asked such questions, he immediately becomes hyper-conscious of himself and of the probable contempt in the tone of the question. He starts imagining the things going on in the person’s mind (the one who asked), like “What does he/she think about me”, “Does she/he think I’m weird”, “He/she must be amused by me that what a big fuck up I am” and so on. And by any chance if he confides in some person, and comes to know that the person has shared all his pains/anxieties with other people, his consciousness would shoot through the roof and he would start tearing and breaking things apart in a fit of anger. Does that mean he needs anger management? I doubt. Surely he needs a shrink, but not because he is mentally unstable, but in the hope that the shrink understands him. People don’t understand him. He is not a weirdo, like Lars (by the way he is quite similar to Barry), who wants to be left alone in his own world. Like everyone else he too needs attention, but attention with respect, not sympathy.

He finds this respect in the eyes of Lena, who irritates the hell out of him on their first date. Maybe he loathes her for that, but when she calls him at her building’s security, while he is just about to leave her building, just to let him know that she wanted to kiss him, he senses that she actually wants him sans any hidden motive and with no pre-conceived notions about him. That is what love is, for him. And when she lies to his sister about having no idea where he is, all the while staring at him mischievously, he knows that he has indeed found his soul mate.

Barry is raised up amongst his seven sisters, which naturally brought too much undue attention making him conscious all the while that he is a freak odd one out. This gave rise to irritation followed by pressure relieving angry outbursts followed by more attention, more irritation and more outbursts. He uses Lies as a weapon to combat any undue intrusion. Whenever he wants to be rude, he lies.

But still after so many years, he hasn’t completely lost it. He hasn’t become a nihilist on a rampage. He is all the while self-aware, due to which some amount of self-contempt creeps in. But still he doesn’t give into self-pity. He just wants to meet someone who can understand him. When he fails to find that, he then wishes to just talk with anyone, absolutely anyone. But only without any irritation creeping in.”

I didn’t ‘get’ Magnolia. I completely missed the bus there. But Punch-Drunk Love rang very truly inside me. Maybe because I know a guy who has similar traits, in a very mild way, as Barry Egan. I had a point of reference. I never felt lost in the film.

Paul Thomas Anderson gives a surreal touch to the atmospherics, but still remains very focused on Barry Egan and follows very truly and closely the character arc.

The cinematography has a peculiar 3-D effect. The tracking shots as well as many still frames are charmingly and sometimes disturbingly immersive.
As I was not aware that this was a Paul Thomas Anderson film, I was pleasantly and overwhelmingly surprised by the film as I was expecting just a “better reviewed Adam Sandler comedy.” The film is a very sensitive character portrait which digs deep into Barry Egan’s head and finally liberates him with the help of ‘love’.