Blue is set in the breath taking sun soaked white sand beaches of Bahamas. Sagar (Sanjay Dutt) is an excellent deep sea diver who dreams of getting his own new boat someday while his friend Aarav (Akshay Kumar) is a rich arrogant businessman, whose ego is much larger than the big boats that he owns. The conflict between these two sparring friends is the conflict between the rich and the poor, between the moral and the immoral, between greed and honor.
Caught in between these two is Sagar's brother Sam (Zayed Khan) who has inadvertently managed to rankle a whole gang of mafia men. Now, these dangerous men are after him and Sagar is the only one who can help him. But to save his brother, Sagar has to wrestle with the ghost of his dead father. The only other person who is privy to Sagar's dilemma is Mona (Lara Dutta), his girlfriend. She is afraid that the secret that lies within the restless waters could destroy all their lives.
The adrenaline rush that comes with Blue accelerates as each new chapter unfolds. It begins with a bare handed skirmish with sharks, moves into deep sea diving, reveals the secret of a forbidden treasure and a buried past, flirts with death at the hands of the mafia and goes straight into the treacherous waters again.
A team of the best underwater technicians from around the world - divers, cameramen, and stunt directors are working on the making of Blue to make it as real and as palpable as the medium of cinema can allow, so that the viewer feels engulfed in the entire experience.
Blue - the color of the sky and the color of the seas.Underneath the shimmering beautiful inviting waters of the sea, lurks a secret which threatens to destroy one friend and save the other friend.
One doesn't quite comment upon expectations when a product gets together forces like A.R. Rahman and Akshay Kumar in a project which is touted to be one of the costliest ever to have come out of Bollywood. One just plain and simple puts on the album and waits with bated breath to check the kind of variety in store from the seven songs to follow (with thankfully no remixes thrust in).
MUSIC
The most awaited song of the year, 'Chiggy Wiggy', marks the beginning of the album. Why most awaited? Because it not only has Kylie Minogue singing a song for a Bollywood film but has her making a dance appearance while shaking a leg with Akshay Kumar. During the shooting of the song there was quite some frenzy created about her arrival in Mumbai. No wonder one expects nothing but outstanding in Abbas Tyrewala written 'Chiggy Wiggy'.
What one gets to hear is a song which is a departure from a Rahman composition. That's because while the first half of the song, where Kylie is heard in her pop avatar, 'Chiggy Wiggy' appears to be a Pritam tune with all the peppy effects thrown in. This is not all as the moment Sonu Nigam jumps into the fray; well literally, it suddenly turns into the kind of tune that one associates with Sajid-Wajid or Anand Raj Anand. 'Bhangra' mood takes over and while the final result is indeed massy and ensures a 'seeti-maar' outing, one waits to hear what Rahman has to offer in songs to follow.
It isn't a long wait as Sukhwinder Singh gives a subtle kick start to 'Aaj Dil', a love song set on a beach. Just like dozens of Rahman songs heard in the past, this one takes its own time to register with the listener. Not at all an easy song to have been composed, written and sung, one can well imagine the kind of effort that lyricist Mayur Puri and singers Sukhwinder Singh and Shreya Ghoshal would have put in this song that has a slight Western touch to it. In the first few hearing 'Aaj Dil' appears to be a late 90s style composition by Rahman but after a dozen odd hearing, the song just sits pretty much in your head and it is impossible to get rid of this addictive tune.
The song that carries a chart buster appeal to it though is 'Fiqrana'. An amazing composition that has a terrific 'mukhda' followed by an equally effective 'antara', 'Fiqrana' has Vijay Prakash at the helm of affairs who makes most of the opportunity provided to him. He has sung quite a few songs in the past but this one is going to be his ticket to fame for sure. This is also a loss of opportunity for Farhan Akhtar who was the first choice as a singer for the song. An urban contemporary number that boasts of a catchy tune that takes just a couple of listening to be registered, 'Fiqrana' is all set to be a hit up the sleeves of Akshay Kumar on whom the song is pedicurist. Watch out for the song once it arrives on screen.
Rashid Ali, the man who made a terrific impression with his song 'Kabhi Kabhi Aditi' [Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na] last year, gets another solo for himself in the form of 'Bhoola Tujhe'. One would have expected the music of a thriller like Blue to be all fun and frolic but 'Bhoola Tujhe' surprisingly turns out to be a slow and sad number about the protagonist who is wondering aloud about things that went wrong in his life. A core situational song with a Western base to it which can't be expected to go beyond the narrative of the film.
It's a lot of metal and rap and reggae with the arrival of 'Blue Theme'. Written by Raqeeb Aalam and Sukhwinder Singh, this one is a quintessential Rahman number that can't be expected to be replicated by any other composer. There are quite a few variations in this theme track that boasts of number of unconventional voices like Blaaze, Raqeeb Aalam, Sonu Kakkar, Jaspreet Singh, Neha Kakkar and Dilshad. Together, this ensemble gathering ensures that the track has good enough spunk and energy to play during multiple points in the film.
After a vociferous 'Blue Theme' comes a soft and sober outing in the form of 'Rehnuma' which has it's start reminding of 'Khuda Hafiz' [Yuva]. However, the similarity ends soon after with the background suddenly coming close to that of the Bond theme. Nevertheless, this Abbas Tyrewala written song doesn't see any shift in momentum and the mood continues with Sonu Nigam joining Shreya Ghoshal. This is yet another track that requires quite a few listening for the tune to be finally grasped by the listener. In terms of production values though, there is definite sophistication that 'Rehnuma' carries.
There is a complete departure though in 'Yaar Mila Tha' that is an out and out fun-n-naughty number. In fact one wonders why did the song have to arrive so late in the day since it carried enough potential to be there at the top of the album. It is refreshing to hear Udit Narayan in this number that has Madhushree sounding so close to Alka Yagnik that one is tempted to check the credit details on the album cover. A fun outing between a married couple, 'Yaar Mila Tha', which is written by Abbas Tyrewala, has a complete Indian appeal to it and just like 'Chiggy Wiggy' which kick started the album, this one too hardly sounds like a Rahman composition even though the background vocalists follow his school of composition.
OVERALL
Blue is a good album and has all in it to make a good impression at the music stands. In a way, the album comes at just the right time when there is quite some variety in store this Diwali. While All The Best has a rock base to it and Main Aur Mrs. Khanna boasts of a melodic outing, Blue practically mixes up genres and ensures at least four popular songs in 'Fiqrana', 'Chiggy Wiggy', 'Yaar Mila Tha' and 'Aaj Dil'.
Friday, April 30, 2010
City of Gold
There is no room for artifice in Mahesh Manjrekar's latest work. A raw, gritty look at the world of the ravaged, "City Of Gold" is as powerful in portraying a bereft working class as "Molly Maguires" was about Irish mine workers... Except for the fact that there is no room for pretty visuals in "City Of Gold".
Manjrekar's chawl-life, captured on camera with merciless frankness by Ajit Reddy, is a bleak world of dreamers and losers who are often the one and the same. His heroes (if we may call the young characters that) are offered no hope of solace or redemption. This is the side of the slum that Danny Boyle missed when he made "Slum dog Millionaire".
"City Of Gold" is neither stylish nor swanky enough to attract elitist readings of poverty. Fiercely radical in thought and intensely socialistic in execution, the film plunges beneath the poverty line to emerge with characters whose despair is not an act for the camera. The sweat and grime, the corruption and crime are characters of their own in Manjrekar's chaotic world. Mumbai never looked murkier and less inviting.
Taking a panoramic look at the lives of thousands of mill workers in Mumbai who went on an indefinite strike in 1982 is like trying to hold the ocean in a tea cup. Manjrekar, in what could easily be rated as his finest, most cogent work to date, does just that.
He holds a universe in the eye of the camera. It is a world of the doomed and damned, no frills attached.
His return to fine form and the enrapturing energy level that sweeps across a multitude of lives without trivializing any of the characters are reasons enough to celebrate the joys of no-realistic cinema.
But wait... "City Of Gold" not only marks the return of a storyteller who tells it like it is, without the comfort of shortcuts. It's also a macroscopic look at people who populate the fringes. Their silent protests are seldom heard in cinema.Not for a second do we feel any comforting distance from the misery of Manjrekar's characters.
Manjrekar shoots his characters' emotions in tight, comprehensive close-ups but wastes no time shedding excessive tears over their lives. The editor (Sarvesh Parab) cuts the raw material with ruthless economy, leaving no room for humbug and certainly no space for commercial embellishments.
So the question, what happened to those thousands of mill workers who were overnight rendered bankrupt after the mills closed down? You will find some uncomfortable answers in "City Of Gold". But most of the time you will be faced with questions about the quality of life we choose to hand over to those who are economically and emotionally weak.
Would this film have worked without the actors who don't look like they are facing a camera? The whole battalion of characters flicker to life as though they were a part of an extended family shot by hidden cameras for a reality show.
Television actor Karan Patel as the youngest scion of Manjrekar's troubled family is a revelation. He portrays pain, humiliation, angst, compromise and anger with complete authority.
Film: "City Of Gold"; Director: Mahesh Manjrekar; Cast: Seema Biswas, Karan Patel, Ankush Chowdhary, Satish Kaushik and Kashmira Shah; Rating: ***1/2
There is no room for artifice in Mahesh Manjrekar's latest work. A raw, gritty look at the world of the ravaged, "City Of Gold" is as powerful in portraying a bereft working class as "Molly Maguires" was about Irish mine workers... Except for the fact that there is no room for pretty visuals in "City Of Gold".
Manjrekar's chaw-life, captured on camera with merciless frankness by Ajit Reddy, is a bleak world of dreamers and losers who are often the one and the same. His heroes (if we may call the young characters that) are offered no hope of solace or redemption. This is the side of the slum that Danny Boyle missed when he made "Slum dog Millionaire".
"City Of Gold" is neither stylish nor swanky enough to attract elitist readings of poverty. Fiercely radical in thought and intensely socialistic in execution, the film plunges beneath the poverty line to emerge with characters whose despair is not an act for the camera. The sweat and grime, the corruption and crime are characters of their own in Manjrekar's chaotic world.
Mumbai never looked murkier and less inviting.Taking a panoramic look at the lives of thousands of mill workers in Mumbai who went on an indefinite strike in 1982 is like trying to hold the ocean in a tea cup. Manjrekar, in what could easily be rated as his finest, most cogent work to date, does just that.
He holds a universe in the eye of the camera. It is a world of the doomed and damned, no frills attached.
His return to fine form and the enrapturing energy level that sweeps across a multitude of lives without trivializing any of the characters are reasons enough to celebrate the joys of neo-realistic cinema.
But wait. "City Of Gold" not only marks the return of a storyteller who tells it like it is, without the comfort of shortcuts. It's also a macroscopic look at people who populate the fringes. Their silent protests are seldom heard in cinema.
Not for a second do we feel any comforting distance from the misery of Manjrekar's characters.
Manjrekar shoots his characters' emotions in tight, comprehensive close-ups but wastes no time shedding excessive tears over their lives. The editor (Sarvesh Parab) cuts the raw material with ruthless economy, leaving no room for humbug and certainly no space for commercial embellishments.
So the question, what happened to those thousands of mill workers who were overnight rendered bankrupt after the mills closed down? You will find some uncomfortable answers in "City Of Gold". But most of the time you will be faced with questions about the quality of life we choose to hand over to those who are economically and emotionally weak.
Would this film have worked without the actors who don't look like they are facing a camera? The whole batallion of characters flicker to life as though they were a part of an extended family shot by hidden cameras for a reality show.
Television actor Karan Patel as the youngest scion of Manjrekar's troubled family is a revelation. He portrays pain, humiliation, angst, compromise and anger with complete authority.
Manjrekar's chawl-life, captured on camera with merciless frankness by Ajit Reddy, is a bleak world of dreamers and losers who are often the one and the same. His heroes (if we may call the young characters that) are offered no hope of solace or redemption. This is the side of the slum that Danny Boyle missed when he made "Slum dog Millionaire".
"City Of Gold" is neither stylish nor swanky enough to attract elitist readings of poverty. Fiercely radical in thought and intensely socialistic in execution, the film plunges beneath the poverty line to emerge with characters whose despair is not an act for the camera. The sweat and grime, the corruption and crime are characters of their own in Manjrekar's chaotic world. Mumbai never looked murkier and less inviting.
Taking a panoramic look at the lives of thousands of mill workers in Mumbai who went on an indefinite strike in 1982 is like trying to hold the ocean in a tea cup. Manjrekar, in what could easily be rated as his finest, most cogent work to date, does just that.
He holds a universe in the eye of the camera. It is a world of the doomed and damned, no frills attached.
His return to fine form and the enrapturing energy level that sweeps across a multitude of lives without trivializing any of the characters are reasons enough to celebrate the joys of no-realistic cinema.
But wait... "City Of Gold" not only marks the return of a storyteller who tells it like it is, without the comfort of shortcuts. It's also a macroscopic look at people who populate the fringes. Their silent protests are seldom heard in cinema.Not for a second do we feel any comforting distance from the misery of Manjrekar's characters.
Manjrekar shoots his characters' emotions in tight, comprehensive close-ups but wastes no time shedding excessive tears over their lives. The editor (Sarvesh Parab) cuts the raw material with ruthless economy, leaving no room for humbug and certainly no space for commercial embellishments.
So the question, what happened to those thousands of mill workers who were overnight rendered bankrupt after the mills closed down? You will find some uncomfortable answers in "City Of Gold". But most of the time you will be faced with questions about the quality of life we choose to hand over to those who are economically and emotionally weak.
Would this film have worked without the actors who don't look like they are facing a camera? The whole battalion of characters flicker to life as though they were a part of an extended family shot by hidden cameras for a reality show.
Television actor Karan Patel as the youngest scion of Manjrekar's troubled family is a revelation. He portrays pain, humiliation, angst, compromise and anger with complete authority.
Film: "City Of Gold"; Director: Mahesh Manjrekar; Cast: Seema Biswas, Karan Patel, Ankush Chowdhary, Satish Kaushik and Kashmira Shah; Rating: ***1/2
There is no room for artifice in Mahesh Manjrekar's latest work. A raw, gritty look at the world of the ravaged, "City Of Gold" is as powerful in portraying a bereft working class as "Molly Maguires" was about Irish mine workers... Except for the fact that there is no room for pretty visuals in "City Of Gold".
Manjrekar's chaw-life, captured on camera with merciless frankness by Ajit Reddy, is a bleak world of dreamers and losers who are often the one and the same. His heroes (if we may call the young characters that) are offered no hope of solace or redemption. This is the side of the slum that Danny Boyle missed when he made "Slum dog Millionaire".
"City Of Gold" is neither stylish nor swanky enough to attract elitist readings of poverty. Fiercely radical in thought and intensely socialistic in execution, the film plunges beneath the poverty line to emerge with characters whose despair is not an act for the camera. The sweat and grime, the corruption and crime are characters of their own in Manjrekar's chaotic world.
Mumbai never looked murkier and less inviting.Taking a panoramic look at the lives of thousands of mill workers in Mumbai who went on an indefinite strike in 1982 is like trying to hold the ocean in a tea cup. Manjrekar, in what could easily be rated as his finest, most cogent work to date, does just that.
He holds a universe in the eye of the camera. It is a world of the doomed and damned, no frills attached.
His return to fine form and the enrapturing energy level that sweeps across a multitude of lives without trivializing any of the characters are reasons enough to celebrate the joys of neo-realistic cinema.
But wait. "City Of Gold" not only marks the return of a storyteller who tells it like it is, without the comfort of shortcuts. It's also a macroscopic look at people who populate the fringes. Their silent protests are seldom heard in cinema.
Not for a second do we feel any comforting distance from the misery of Manjrekar's characters.
Manjrekar shoots his characters' emotions in tight, comprehensive close-ups but wastes no time shedding excessive tears over their lives. The editor (Sarvesh Parab) cuts the raw material with ruthless economy, leaving no room for humbug and certainly no space for commercial embellishments.
So the question, what happened to those thousands of mill workers who were overnight rendered bankrupt after the mills closed down? You will find some uncomfortable answers in "City Of Gold". But most of the time you will be faced with questions about the quality of life we choose to hand over to those who are economically and emotionally weak.
Would this film have worked without the actors who don't look like they are facing a camera? The whole batallion of characters flicker to life as though they were a part of an extended family shot by hidden cameras for a reality show.
Television actor Karan Patel as the youngest scion of Manjrekar's troubled family is a revelation. He portrays pain, humiliation, angst, compromise and anger with complete authority.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Apartment
Remakes of Hollywood hit flicks with Desi tadka is something that has become very common in the last decade or so. Apartment, directed by Jagmohan Mundra known for his movie Provoked starring Aishwarya Rai Bachchan, is one such film that draws from 1992 Hollywood hit 'Single White Female'. With the same treatment as its original, will this taut thriller makes it way with the desi audience? To break the silence early, just as the movie, Apartment is a torture and kills the joy of the thriller genre.
Apartment revolves around three major characters - Preeti (Tanushree Dutta), her boyfriend Karan (Rohit Roy) and her new tenant Neha (Neetu Chandra). Preeti and Karan who have high flying jobs decide to move in together and rent a posh yet expensive apartment. However, a misunderstanding leads them to part ways which leaves Preethi with no choice but to look for a new roommate to share the expenses of living in such a posh area. In comes Neetu Chandra, a Dehradun girl who seems pretty harmless at first look. But is she as subtle and sweet as she looks? Is it safe to share your space with a complete stranger?
Mundra's message about urban professionals choice of sharing their space with strangers is true and interesting but his efforts in the movie are juvenile and vague. If you have already managed to catch the English original then watching Apartment wouldn't make much sense for it is blatantly ripped and painfully executed. Take all the scenes from the novel flick, add a sleazy scene of Neetu Chandra bathing and the worst item song ever made - that's Apartment for you. With its slow pace, a run-of-the mill climax, plenty of cinematic liberty and predictability, the film does not pass off as a thriller and is tormenting to sit through. Neither the performances by its lead cast nor the music come as a saving grace to this ill constructed flick. Editing and cinematography is OK.
Neetu Chandra looks confident and enacts her role pretty well. The most talked of bathing scene looked every bit b-grade. Wonder what the hype was all about. Tanushree Dutta and Rohit Roy remain wooden with not many variations to their expressions. Anupam Kher's role is restricted.
To sum up, Apartment is dull and uninteresting for a thriller. Switch off even if it's running on TV.
Mumbai, April 22 (IANS) Director Jagmohan Mundhra, who believes that films should be released on every platform on the same day, will simultaneously release his movie "Apartment" in theatres and on the Rajshri website Friday.
"People going to see 'Apartment' will not be able to see it for free, regardless of which platform they choose. The person, who wants to download and watch it on the computer, will have to pay for it. Even DVD s should be released on the same day as the movie," Mundhra told IANS.Rajshri.com is the official website of Rajshri Media Private Ltd.Mundhra believes that releasing the film in every mode simultaneously would help prevent piracy.
"Piracy fulfills the need of people who don't go to the theater. Whether you release a movie or not, pirated CD s and DVD s are available in the market. It's better to release movies on every platform as long as revenue is generated," said Mundhra."Apartment" is based on a girl from a small town.
Preeti Sengupta (Tanushree Dutta) is an air hostess who lives with her boyfriend Karan Malhotra (Rohit Roy).She is possessive and has issues with trust. Suspecting infidelity, Preeti throws her boyfriend out of the house but soon realizes she can't afford the apartment rent on her own.Neha Bhardwaj (Neetu Chandra), a small-town girl, comes and asks for accommodation. Impressed by her simplicity, Preeti believes she has found a perfect roommate. Slowly, however, things begin to go wrong.Actor Anupam Kher plays a pivotal role in the film.
Asked about the deal with Rajshri.com, Mundhra said: "There is a business share. I don't know the details of the business deal but I know Rajshri.com makes a standard deal. They are the content aggregations. They don't create the content; they take it from people like me."
Apartment revolves around three major characters - Preeti (Tanushree Dutta), her boyfriend Karan (Rohit Roy) and her new tenant Neha (Neetu Chandra). Preeti and Karan who have high flying jobs decide to move in together and rent a posh yet expensive apartment. However, a misunderstanding leads them to part ways which leaves Preethi with no choice but to look for a new roommate to share the expenses of living in such a posh area. In comes Neetu Chandra, a Dehradun girl who seems pretty harmless at first look. But is she as subtle and sweet as she looks? Is it safe to share your space with a complete stranger?
Mundra's message about urban professionals choice of sharing their space with strangers is true and interesting but his efforts in the movie are juvenile and vague. If you have already managed to catch the English original then watching Apartment wouldn't make much sense for it is blatantly ripped and painfully executed. Take all the scenes from the novel flick, add a sleazy scene of Neetu Chandra bathing and the worst item song ever made - that's Apartment for you. With its slow pace, a run-of-the mill climax, plenty of cinematic liberty and predictability, the film does not pass off as a thriller and is tormenting to sit through. Neither the performances by its lead cast nor the music come as a saving grace to this ill constructed flick. Editing and cinematography is OK.
Neetu Chandra looks confident and enacts her role pretty well. The most talked of bathing scene looked every bit b-grade. Wonder what the hype was all about. Tanushree Dutta and Rohit Roy remain wooden with not many variations to their expressions. Anupam Kher's role is restricted.
To sum up, Apartment is dull and uninteresting for a thriller. Switch off even if it's running on TV.
Mumbai, April 22 (IANS) Director Jagmohan Mundhra, who believes that films should be released on every platform on the same day, will simultaneously release his movie "Apartment" in theatres and on the Rajshri website Friday.
"People going to see 'Apartment' will not be able to see it for free, regardless of which platform they choose. The person, who wants to download and watch it on the computer, will have to pay for it. Even DVD s should be released on the same day as the movie," Mundhra told IANS.Rajshri.com is the official website of Rajshri Media Private Ltd.Mundhra believes that releasing the film in every mode simultaneously would help prevent piracy.
"Piracy fulfills the need of people who don't go to the theater. Whether you release a movie or not, pirated CD s and DVD s are available in the market. It's better to release movies on every platform as long as revenue is generated," said Mundhra."Apartment" is based on a girl from a small town.
Preeti Sengupta (Tanushree Dutta) is an air hostess who lives with her boyfriend Karan Malhotra (Rohit Roy).She is possessive and has issues with trust. Suspecting infidelity, Preeti throws her boyfriend out of the house but soon realizes she can't afford the apartment rent on her own.Neha Bhardwaj (Neetu Chandra), a small-town girl, comes and asks for accommodation. Impressed by her simplicity, Preeti believes she has found a perfect roommate. Slowly, however, things begin to go wrong.Actor Anupam Kher plays a pivotal role in the film.
Asked about the deal with Rajshri.com, Mundhra said: "There is a business share. I don't know the details of the business deal but I know Rajshri.com makes a standard deal. They are the content aggregations. They don't create the content; they take it from people like me."
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Paathshala
Rahul Prakash Udyavar (Shahid Kapoor) is a new English teacher at Saraswati Vidya Mandir. Though he strikes instant rapport with students and teachers alike, he realises that there is something amiss in the school.
His doubts prove true when he realizes that the school manager, Sharma (Saurabh Shukla) makes many monetary obligations compulsory on the parents in the name of extracurricular activities. He goes to the extent of punishing the students inhumanly when the unjustified demands are not fulfilled by the parents.
When Rahul unifies the teachers (Ayesha Takia Azmi, Sushant Singh, Kurush Deboo) against the atrocities of school management, school principal Aditya Sahay (Nana Patekar) defends the management's decision. This comes as a shocker to the teachers as Sahay is known for his reputation as an educationists. The situation becomes graver when school management becomes overambitious with its growth and involves media planners in the extracurricular activities.
This demands the involvement of students in TV reality shows and many other media PR activities used for building up the school image in public which starts reflecting on the students' stress levels. The pressure on young minds increases incredibly leading to unexpected and grim consequences. Caught in the web of commercialization and rebellion, the school soon becomes a subject of national debate.
If a piece of cinema ever had its heart in its place, this is it. Don't let the sluggish pace, the absence of stylish shots and flamboyant frames fool you into believing that this is a film with no style. The style behind "Paathshaala" is in its inner conviction.
The obvious artlessness of presentation with the students and teachers of an imaginary school behaving with a bluntness that replicates the dialect of television talk shows rather than the realism of cinema, must not come in the way of our wholeheartedly acceptance of the film for what it is. An unconditionally sincere effort to understand why the country's educational system pressurizes children into performance anxiety.
While Basha Lal's cinematography is free of poetic flourishes, the "Ae Khuda" track just sweeps you off your feet. That is not the effect this grounded and sensible film and its unhurried pace strive to achieve otherwise.
The storytelling is suffused with sensitive pockets. To cite some examples - in one sequence the veteran sports teacher (played ably by Sushant Singh) gets together students to climb on one another to make a human pyramid for the sake of media coverage. The callousness of the freelance journalist as he talks into the cellphone while the students sweat it out in the sun, smothers your cynicism about such manipulative drama in the narrative.
Elsewhere, a little boy (Dwij Yadav) is made to stand in the sun for not paying the school fees. And then that decisive moment where a crass ad-maker reduces a little kid (Ali Haji) to tears, just chokes you.
The music reality show agent, who auditions the school kids as though they are fish to be fried straight from the market, is almost agricultural in his grotesque commercialism.
Then you realize that real life has sold out to a kind of vulgar self-gratification that makes it look more like a soap opera than the soaps that we see on television.
There is an inherent wisdom in the homilies that "Paathshaala" serves up so sincerely. The narration is so laid back and intoxicated you often wonder if the director believes that the inherent harmony of real life can only be captured in leisurely grace.
Comparisons to Aamir Khan's "Taare Zameen Par" are inevitable. Though flawed and at times failed, the overview of the educational system in "Paathshaala" is macro-cosmic in its own right.
The plot meanders into various issues that plague the educational institutions before negotiating itself into a clumsily 'epic' climax where the whole country's media becomes interested in the politics of the school where the plot unfolds.
The unevenness of pace notwithstanding, there is no mistaking the film's earnestness of purpose. Every actor, young and old, pitches an honest and transparent performance.
The stand-out (or considering the low-key pitch, should we say stand-in?) actors are Saurabh Shukla and Anjan Shrivastava. As for the children, let's not discriminate among them. They are all utterly charming.
The film's comment on the corrosion and corruption of education makes space for little-little flirt romantic liaisons among the older students. Cute!
As for Shahid Kapoor, the guy says his Hindi lines as though he just thought of them and expresses his connectivity with the kids with a warmth and effortlessness that makes the other superstar teachers on celluloid look rather put-on in comparison.
His doubts prove true when he realizes that the school manager, Sharma (Saurabh Shukla) makes many monetary obligations compulsory on the parents in the name of extracurricular activities. He goes to the extent of punishing the students inhumanly when the unjustified demands are not fulfilled by the parents.
When Rahul unifies the teachers (Ayesha Takia Azmi, Sushant Singh, Kurush Deboo) against the atrocities of school management, school principal Aditya Sahay (Nana Patekar) defends the management's decision. This comes as a shocker to the teachers as Sahay is known for his reputation as an educationists. The situation becomes graver when school management becomes overambitious with its growth and involves media planners in the extracurricular activities.
This demands the involvement of students in TV reality shows and many other media PR activities used for building up the school image in public which starts reflecting on the students' stress levels. The pressure on young minds increases incredibly leading to unexpected and grim consequences. Caught in the web of commercialization and rebellion, the school soon becomes a subject of national debate.
If a piece of cinema ever had its heart in its place, this is it. Don't let the sluggish pace, the absence of stylish shots and flamboyant frames fool you into believing that this is a film with no style. The style behind "Paathshaala" is in its inner conviction.
The obvious artlessness of presentation with the students and teachers of an imaginary school behaving with a bluntness that replicates the dialect of television talk shows rather than the realism of cinema, must not come in the way of our wholeheartedly acceptance of the film for what it is. An unconditionally sincere effort to understand why the country's educational system pressurizes children into performance anxiety.
While Basha Lal's cinematography is free of poetic flourishes, the "Ae Khuda" track just sweeps you off your feet. That is not the effect this grounded and sensible film and its unhurried pace strive to achieve otherwise.
The storytelling is suffused with sensitive pockets. To cite some examples - in one sequence the veteran sports teacher (played ably by Sushant Singh) gets together students to climb on one another to make a human pyramid for the sake of media coverage. The callousness of the freelance journalist as he talks into the cellphone while the students sweat it out in the sun, smothers your cynicism about such manipulative drama in the narrative.
Elsewhere, a little boy (Dwij Yadav) is made to stand in the sun for not paying the school fees. And then that decisive moment where a crass ad-maker reduces a little kid (Ali Haji) to tears, just chokes you.
The music reality show agent, who auditions the school kids as though they are fish to be fried straight from the market, is almost agricultural in his grotesque commercialism.
Then you realize that real life has sold out to a kind of vulgar self-gratification that makes it look more like a soap opera than the soaps that we see on television.
There is an inherent wisdom in the homilies that "Paathshaala" serves up so sincerely. The narration is so laid back and intoxicated you often wonder if the director believes that the inherent harmony of real life can only be captured in leisurely grace.
Comparisons to Aamir Khan's "Taare Zameen Par" are inevitable. Though flawed and at times failed, the overview of the educational system in "Paathshaala" is macro-cosmic in its own right.
The plot meanders into various issues that plague the educational institutions before negotiating itself into a clumsily 'epic' climax where the whole country's media becomes interested in the politics of the school where the plot unfolds.
The unevenness of pace notwithstanding, there is no mistaking the film's earnestness of purpose. Every actor, young and old, pitches an honest and transparent performance.
The stand-out (or considering the low-key pitch, should we say stand-in?) actors are Saurabh Shukla and Anjan Shrivastava. As for the children, let's not discriminate among them. They are all utterly charming.
The film's comment on the corrosion and corruption of education makes space for little-little flirt romantic liaisons among the older students. Cute!
As for Shahid Kapoor, the guy says his Hindi lines as though he just thought of them and expresses his connectivity with the kids with a warmth and effortlessness that makes the other superstar teachers on celluloid look rather put-on in comparison.
Phoonk 2
Phoonk ended with the killing of Madhu, the woman who casts a black magic spell on Rajiv's daughter Raksha. Phoonk 2 begins with Madhu's ghost returning from the grave to seek revenge on the family. On bagging a new construction project, Rajiv moves with his family to a new place. Raksha and Rohan begin exploring the new place and the surroundings - the lonely beach and the woods - behind the house. The terror begins when the siblings find a doll in the woods. And soon begins an unending round of gruesome murders, visions, ghostly voices, and unsettling incidents.
Manja, the only man whom Rajiv could turn to in such as situation, meets a gruesome death at the hands of Madhu's ghost. Will the family survive these incidents or will they be driven to death? Terrorized by the demonic force, will Rajiv give in to the ghost? This is the choice that Rajiv has to make.
"Phoonk 2" is definitely not the scariest film we've seen. Ram Gopal Varma's terror theme has clearly run its course.
Perched somewhere between crowing (ahem ahem) about the supernatural and crying over the nerve-wracking disruption of domestic harmony by a ghost which just won't go away, "Phoonk 2" is like that promised roller-coaster ride which gets aborted in the first lap because of a short circuit.
It's not really Varma or his director Milind Gadagkar's fault. It's the nature of the material. Varma's love for horror has never extended beyond there's-something-under-the-bed kind of unwarranted foreboding that we all feel in a new environment. In a majority of his horror films, a family moves into a new haunted home and experiences the eerie.
Ironically, Varma's best effort in the horror genre was "Kaun" where the victim of terror (Urmila Matondkar) was stalked by unseen forces in her own home. The terror, it turned out was not under the bed, but in the mentally disturbed girl's head.
There wasn't much terror, let alone horror, in "Phoonk". Under the bed, or in the head. In "Phoonk 2" the characters' screeching plea to have us believe they are under immediate peril is sadly not communicated to the viewers. We remain tragically detached from the trauma of Kannada star Sudeep's family.
Haven't we seen it all? By now the trademark Varma camera movements, here manoeuvred with emphatic energy by cinematographer Charles Meher, and the intricate cluttered but effective sound design by Jayesh Dhakkan and Jayant Vajpayee do nothing to suck us into the plot.
The technique remains unfastened to the characters. Their desperate attempts to get away from the supernatural remain desperately detached from the audience.
At the end of the two hours into the zone of error-terror we are left wondering why Varma threw open a contest inviting any viewer to undergo an ECG to check his heart beats.
It is this film that needs a respiratory system. Varma's last horror outing "Agyaat" with its spooky ominous wide-open jungles was far more gripping. In "Phoonk 2", you wonder what the fuss is about. These people have nothing to fear except fear itself.
And yes, Varma was right. The crow does come up with the best performance. And that's nothing to crow about.
Manja, the only man whom Rajiv could turn to in such as situation, meets a gruesome death at the hands of Madhu's ghost. Will the family survive these incidents or will they be driven to death? Terrorized by the demonic force, will Rajiv give in to the ghost? This is the choice that Rajiv has to make.
"Phoonk 2" is definitely not the scariest film we've seen. Ram Gopal Varma's terror theme has clearly run its course.
Perched somewhere between crowing (ahem ahem) about the supernatural and crying over the nerve-wracking disruption of domestic harmony by a ghost which just won't go away, "Phoonk 2" is like that promised roller-coaster ride which gets aborted in the first lap because of a short circuit.
It's not really Varma or his director Milind Gadagkar's fault. It's the nature of the material. Varma's love for horror has never extended beyond there's-something-under-the-bed kind of unwarranted foreboding that we all feel in a new environment. In a majority of his horror films, a family moves into a new haunted home and experiences the eerie.
Ironically, Varma's best effort in the horror genre was "Kaun" where the victim of terror (Urmila Matondkar) was stalked by unseen forces in her own home. The terror, it turned out was not under the bed, but in the mentally disturbed girl's head.
There wasn't much terror, let alone horror, in "Phoonk". Under the bed, or in the head. In "Phoonk 2" the characters' screeching plea to have us believe they are under immediate peril is sadly not communicated to the viewers. We remain tragically detached from the trauma of Kannada star Sudeep's family.
Haven't we seen it all? By now the trademark Varma camera movements, here manoeuvred with emphatic energy by cinematographer Charles Meher, and the intricate cluttered but effective sound design by Jayesh Dhakkan and Jayant Vajpayee do nothing to suck us into the plot.
The technique remains unfastened to the characters. Their desperate attempts to get away from the supernatural remain desperately detached from the audience.
At the end of the two hours into the zone of error-terror we are left wondering why Varma threw open a contest inviting any viewer to undergo an ECG to check his heart beats.
It is this film that needs a respiratory system. Varma's last horror outing "Agyaat" with its spooky ominous wide-open jungles was far more gripping. In "Phoonk 2", you wonder what the fuss is about. These people have nothing to fear except fear itself.
And yes, Varma was right. The crow does come up with the best performance. And that's nothing to crow about.
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Prince
Directed by Kookie Gulati under a whooping budget of 40 cores, Prince marks the comeback of actor Vivek Oberoi as a hero after a long hiatus. The movie features three leading ladies - Aruna Shields, Nandana Sen and Neeru Singh - each of who play a mysterious character named 'Maya'. The movie also boasts of special effects that are of Hollywood standards. Sounds promising, but do Vivek Oberoi and co. deliver?
Prince revolves around one man who was once the world's savviest thief and on the hit list of many federal services - India I Grip and the CBI. One fine morning, Prince wakes up only to realize he has a gunshot wound on his arm and doesn't remember a thing from the past. Perplexed and disturbed, he sets out to find out his real identity and comes across a girl Maya who claims to be his girlfriend. The more he gets closer to his identity; he encounters two more girls who also claim to be his girlfriend Maya. This makes him feel more conscious about his steps and he realizes that no one could be trusted. How does he unveil the secret behind his memory loss, save his life and save the world, forms the story of Prince.
Inspired from several Hollywood and Indian films from the past, Kookie Gulati has come up with a concept that had immense potential. But Prince suffers mainly because it doesn't completely pass of as a sci-fi action thriller or a superhero film. It is just yet another masala pot-boiler that defines nothing with too many cinematic liberties, clinched scenes and silly dialogues.
Prince is not a shoddy effort but the inconsistency in maintaining the high IQ makes the whole endeavor look hopeless. If storing someone's memory in chip sounds, sounds a bit of a stretch of imagination, then tracing the villain to the Afghan-Pakistan border by hiding a device in the villain's shoes during a simple fight sounds ridiculous. Also what with him having super human abilities? Isn't it a complete shift of idea? However, the film has its share of positives too.
Plenty of well-choreographed action sequences with chases and fist fights. The film is also entangled within lots of twists and turns that keeps you hooked with its thrill quotient. The first half breezes by, the second is senseless but doesn't bore. Action director Allan Aamin and cinematographer Vishnu Rao are the real heroes here. Academy Award winner Resul Pookutty's sound design matches big budget Hollywood flicks.
When it comes to performances, Vivek Oberoi finally does justice to his talent. He is good in his action sequences but hams a bit when it comes to expressing emotions. Except for Nandana Sen, who carries her role with ease, the other two Maya's have nothing much to do... Isaiah, the new villain of Bollywood, looks ferocious and is good on debut.
To sum up, Prince entertains in bits and pieces. The film has opened to a very good response at the box office. The morning shows were full and many were seen applauding the action sequences. Watch it if you have nothing to do this weekend, else wait for the video release.
Prince revolves around one man who was once the world's savviest thief and on the hit list of many federal services - India I Grip and the CBI. One fine morning, Prince wakes up only to realize he has a gunshot wound on his arm and doesn't remember a thing from the past. Perplexed and disturbed, he sets out to find out his real identity and comes across a girl Maya who claims to be his girlfriend. The more he gets closer to his identity; he encounters two more girls who also claim to be his girlfriend Maya. This makes him feel more conscious about his steps and he realizes that no one could be trusted. How does he unveil the secret behind his memory loss, save his life and save the world, forms the story of Prince.
Inspired from several Hollywood and Indian films from the past, Kookie Gulati has come up with a concept that had immense potential. But Prince suffers mainly because it doesn't completely pass of as a sci-fi action thriller or a superhero film. It is just yet another masala pot-boiler that defines nothing with too many cinematic liberties, clinched scenes and silly dialogues.
Prince is not a shoddy effort but the inconsistency in maintaining the high IQ makes the whole endeavor look hopeless. If storing someone's memory in chip sounds, sounds a bit of a stretch of imagination, then tracing the villain to the Afghan-Pakistan border by hiding a device in the villain's shoes during a simple fight sounds ridiculous. Also what with him having super human abilities? Isn't it a complete shift of idea? However, the film has its share of positives too.
Plenty of well-choreographed action sequences with chases and fist fights. The film is also entangled within lots of twists and turns that keeps you hooked with its thrill quotient. The first half breezes by, the second is senseless but doesn't bore. Action director Allan Aamin and cinematographer Vishnu Rao are the real heroes here. Academy Award winner Resul Pookutty's sound design matches big budget Hollywood flicks.
When it comes to performances, Vivek Oberoi finally does justice to his talent. He is good in his action sequences but hams a bit when it comes to expressing emotions. Except for Nandana Sen, who carries her role with ease, the other two Maya's have nothing much to do... Isaiah, the new villain of Bollywood, looks ferocious and is good on debut.
To sum up, Prince entertains in bits and pieces. The film has opened to a very good response at the box office. The morning shows were full and many were seen applauding the action sequences. Watch it if you have nothing to do this weekend, else wait for the video release.
Jaane Kahan Se Aayi Hai
They don't make'em like they used to. Those wholesome take-home-to-mama type of girls. And they don't make such innocent 'yeh-kahan-aa-gaye-hum' Rom-coms either. So naturally, or not so naturally, writer-turned-director Milap Zaveri gets his heroine, the toothy, endearing, and fetching Jacqueline Fernandez to fly down to earth from Venus. One-way, business-class. Women, we were always told, were from Venus. Now we've proof of that.
Many of the film's most like able moments send out inoffensive echoes of Hollywood comedies about ladies from another world, like "Splash" and "My Girlfriend Is An Alien". The final brew is aromatic in scent and minty in taste. The effect lasts fleetingly, though.
The situations that crop up once the alien beauty lands range from the predictable to the strained. No one in this film is in it for posterity. It's a film done with a wink and a chuckle that communicate itself to the audience effectively.
Everyone in Zaveri's film is looking for love -- Riteish Deskhmukh more so than others. Apparently love has been eluding his character since infancy. Baba's searching.
There's a touch of Ram Gopal Varma's "Rangeela" in the way the vagaries and eccentricities of the film industry are brought into play. Strangely Zaveri's writing skills, so much on display in many of the most successful comedies in recent times, are missing in the scenes set within the film industry.
Sure, we get a good dekko at well-known stars. But they aren't woven into the script as they were in other films about the film industry like "Guddi" and "Rangeela".
The scenes where Riteish courts the girl from outer space lack subtlety but get marks for grace. Riteish, a competent performer in any given circumstance, is engaging in the comic moments, but a little awkward doing the full-on roses-and-moonlight stuff. Matinee idol making girls faint, Riteish ain't.
Ruslaan Mumtaz as his adversary in love is a pleasant surprise. Over the handful of films that this young actor has done, he shows a definite growth as an actor. He plays the 'superstar' as a stereotype but with a dash of the human quality.
Jacqueline's is more a presence than a performance. She is that mermaid with wings who flies at an altitude where the Desi ROM-com is comfortably positioned as a family affair. Absence of vulgarity and double-meanings is not always a virtue in cinema.
In "Jaane Kahan Se Aayi Hai", it is the papier-mache pristine quality that props up the pleasant proceeds.
Don't expect to be swept off your feet. This one is meant to tickle your fancy. And it doesn't fall short.
Many of the film's most like able moments send out inoffensive echoes of Hollywood comedies about ladies from another world, like "Splash" and "My Girlfriend Is An Alien". The final brew is aromatic in scent and minty in taste. The effect lasts fleetingly, though.
The situations that crop up once the alien beauty lands range from the predictable to the strained. No one in this film is in it for posterity. It's a film done with a wink and a chuckle that communicate itself to the audience effectively.
Everyone in Zaveri's film is looking for love -- Riteish Deskhmukh more so than others. Apparently love has been eluding his character since infancy. Baba's searching.
There's a touch of Ram Gopal Varma's "Rangeela" in the way the vagaries and eccentricities of the film industry are brought into play. Strangely Zaveri's writing skills, so much on display in many of the most successful comedies in recent times, are missing in the scenes set within the film industry.
Sure, we get a good dekko at well-known stars. But they aren't woven into the script as they were in other films about the film industry like "Guddi" and "Rangeela".
The scenes where Riteish courts the girl from outer space lack subtlety but get marks for grace. Riteish, a competent performer in any given circumstance, is engaging in the comic moments, but a little awkward doing the full-on roses-and-moonlight stuff. Matinee idol making girls faint, Riteish ain't.
Ruslaan Mumtaz as his adversary in love is a pleasant surprise. Over the handful of films that this young actor has done, he shows a definite growth as an actor. He plays the 'superstar' as a stereotype but with a dash of the human quality.
Jacqueline's is more a presence than a performance. She is that mermaid with wings who flies at an altitude where the Desi ROM-com is comfortably positioned as a family affair. Absence of vulgarity and double-meanings is not always a virtue in cinema.
In "Jaane Kahan Se Aayi Hai", it is the papier-mache pristine quality that props up the pleasant proceeds.
Don't expect to be swept off your feet. This one is meant to tickle your fancy. And it doesn't fall short.
The Japanese Wife
Aparna Sen's The Japanese Wife has an audaciously far-fetched premise. Two individuals, separated by countries, cultures and language embark on a relationship through letters, even get 'married' and continue to love and remain faithful to each other through a span of nearly two decades- never once even seeing each other. Even though I haven't read Kunal Basu's short story (of the same name) that the film is based on, it is clear that it was always going to be a daunting task; making a film of this frail, wispy, naively romantic story.
Aparna Sen fleshes the story out for celluloid with almost maternal love and care, crafting each frame meticulously (Anoy Goswami's cinematography is fluid and striking) and treating her characters with generous empathy and humanism. Still, The Japanese Wife fails to fully engage our emotions. To translate such a story into a compelling, poignant film requires tremendous skill and guile, and unfortunately the film, despite some beautifully created moments and a wonderful sense of atmosphere doesn't quite hold together, undone by its own oddly endearing artlessness.
Your heart goes out to the pure innocence of Snehamoy (Rahul Bose) and Miyage (Chigusa Takaku) as they share the smallest joys and sorrows with each other through letters, but there's only so much of labored accents and sometimes overwritten voiceovers that you can take, and the film tends to get cloying and repetitive, with scenes that are pleasant to watch but don't add much to the whole. The result is a film that remains more of a pretty conceit than a genuinely moving experience.
The fact that Rahul Bose has rather limited acting chops doesn't exactly help- and one questions Aparna Sen's risky decision to cast the urbane, yuppie actor. Bose looks appropriately mousy and vulnerable, and as his character's name means- 'full of affection', but his performance remains on the fringes of caricature with the obviously put-on accent and labored, affected acting. Snehamoy remains a likeable prototype more than a believable character, and it clearly needed an actor of far more depth to carry this film on his shoulders.
While Raima Sen and Chigusa Takaku can't rise much beyond the deliberately faint outline the screenplay gives them, it is ultimately Moushumi Chatterjee as Snehamoy's aunt who comes up with the film's most outstanding performance; shorn of any pretence or artifice, she plays her part with ease and abandon, and finds her way into your heart.
It is very difficult to translate the little subtexts and nuances of a short story into a full-length feature, and it takes bold vision and deft writing to bring out such latent emotion and drama effectively on the big screen. Aparna Sen, for all her good intentions doesn't quite manage what Vishal Bhardwaj did with The Blue Umbrella. Still, having said that, there are many little joys and preciously carved out moments (and more importantly, an old-fashioned spirit and charm that is nearly extinct today) to be savored in The Japanese Wife. If you have the patience to sit through its sometimes clunky narration and lack of cohesion, I'd recommend that you make time for Aparna Sen's film. It is not often that you see films that you can truly call a labour of love, and even if that is its undoing- there is no question about the fact that this one is straight from the heart.
Aparna Sen fleshes the story out for celluloid with almost maternal love and care, crafting each frame meticulously (Anoy Goswami's cinematography is fluid and striking) and treating her characters with generous empathy and humanism. Still, The Japanese Wife fails to fully engage our emotions. To translate such a story into a compelling, poignant film requires tremendous skill and guile, and unfortunately the film, despite some beautifully created moments and a wonderful sense of atmosphere doesn't quite hold together, undone by its own oddly endearing artlessness.
Your heart goes out to the pure innocence of Snehamoy (Rahul Bose) and Miyage (Chigusa Takaku) as they share the smallest joys and sorrows with each other through letters, but there's only so much of labored accents and sometimes overwritten voiceovers that you can take, and the film tends to get cloying and repetitive, with scenes that are pleasant to watch but don't add much to the whole. The result is a film that remains more of a pretty conceit than a genuinely moving experience.
The fact that Rahul Bose has rather limited acting chops doesn't exactly help- and one questions Aparna Sen's risky decision to cast the urbane, yuppie actor. Bose looks appropriately mousy and vulnerable, and as his character's name means- 'full of affection', but his performance remains on the fringes of caricature with the obviously put-on accent and labored, affected acting. Snehamoy remains a likeable prototype more than a believable character, and it clearly needed an actor of far more depth to carry this film on his shoulders.
While Raima Sen and Chigusa Takaku can't rise much beyond the deliberately faint outline the screenplay gives them, it is ultimately Moushumi Chatterjee as Snehamoy's aunt who comes up with the film's most outstanding performance; shorn of any pretence or artifice, she plays her part with ease and abandon, and finds her way into your heart.
It is very difficult to translate the little subtexts and nuances of a short story into a full-length feature, and it takes bold vision and deft writing to bring out such latent emotion and drama effectively on the big screen. Aparna Sen, for all her good intentions doesn't quite manage what Vishal Bhardwaj did with The Blue Umbrella. Still, having said that, there are many little joys and preciously carved out moments (and more importantly, an old-fashioned spirit and charm that is nearly extinct today) to be savored in The Japanese Wife. If you have the patience to sit through its sometimes clunky narration and lack of cohesion, I'd recommend that you make time for Aparna Sen's film. It is not often that you see films that you can truly call a labour of love, and even if that is its undoing- there is no question about the fact that this one is straight from the heart.
Sadiyaan
Crazy comedies, hi-fi action flicks and too much of candy-floss is what appeals to the junta these days. A simple tale set in a rural background is not understood by all and is hardly welcomed. But Raj Kanwar returns with 'Sadiyaan' a rustic periodic tale that stars the very talented Hema Malini, Rekha and Rishi Kapoor along with Luv Sinha and Ferena both on debut. While the promos have failed to create much of curiosity, the only hype surrounding the movie is the debut of veteran actor Shatrughan Sinha's son Luv Sinha.
With a Hindu-Muslim communal angle attached to it, Sadiyaan is divided into two parts - the first being the love story and the second is the reunion. During partition Benazir (Hema Malini) had to abandon her son and move to Pakistan. Meanwhile, Rajveer (Rishi Kapoor) and Amrit (Rekha) who migrate from Lahore to Amritsar find the child with none to take care of and hence they decide to raise the child and take shelter at Benazir's home. Year's pass by and the small boy is now a young smart lad Ishaan (Luv Sinah) who falls in love with a Muslim girl. Her parents oppose their union in the name of religion and then onwards begin the fight for love and the fight against religion.
Sadiyaan with its old world charm is high on emotions and melodrama which is a big no for the multiplex audience today. The movie packed with all the ingredients of a 70's flick brags too much about Punjab, lacks realism, is overtly stretched and hence dreadful to sit through. Despite this, the very reliable star cast doesn't live up to the expectations putting across dull lifeless performances.
The first half of the movie is spent mostly on the young couple - the hero riding a horse in slow motion making his grand entry, heroine stroking her cheeks with a flower and giving petty looks at him, their impetus love songs running around trees, all of this just evokes a big yawn. The second half has something better to offer with few well acted and executed emotional scenes and just when you expect the ongoing to get better, the writing begins to stagger leading to a sloppy climax. Dialogues are clichéd and filled with way too many Punjabi stereotypical words. Cinematography is okay but the locales are amazing. Music by Adnan Sami lacks melody.
Hema Malini manages to put across a decent performance. While Rishi and Rekha look great together, their performance is strictly okay. Rekha could do with less make up for a change.
Nobie's Luv Sinha and Ferena need no words of mention. They ham with consistency. Luv Sinha neither gets his diction nor his looks right. He looks camera coy and definitely needs to take acting lessons before he ventures into anything new. Ferena looks pretty but is woody when it comes to showing emotions and gets her dialogue delivery horribly wrong.
To sum up, Sadiyaan is yet another snob that has hardly anything to offer. Don't bother watching.
With a Hindu-Muslim communal angle attached to it, Sadiyaan is divided into two parts - the first being the love story and the second is the reunion. During partition Benazir (Hema Malini) had to abandon her son and move to Pakistan. Meanwhile, Rajveer (Rishi Kapoor) and Amrit (Rekha) who migrate from Lahore to Amritsar find the child with none to take care of and hence they decide to raise the child and take shelter at Benazir's home. Year's pass by and the small boy is now a young smart lad Ishaan (Luv Sinah) who falls in love with a Muslim girl. Her parents oppose their union in the name of religion and then onwards begin the fight for love and the fight against religion.
Sadiyaan with its old world charm is high on emotions and melodrama which is a big no for the multiplex audience today. The movie packed with all the ingredients of a 70's flick brags too much about Punjab, lacks realism, is overtly stretched and hence dreadful to sit through. Despite this, the very reliable star cast doesn't live up to the expectations putting across dull lifeless performances.
The first half of the movie is spent mostly on the young couple - the hero riding a horse in slow motion making his grand entry, heroine stroking her cheeks with a flower and giving petty looks at him, their impetus love songs running around trees, all of this just evokes a big yawn. The second half has something better to offer with few well acted and executed emotional scenes and just when you expect the ongoing to get better, the writing begins to stagger leading to a sloppy climax. Dialogues are clichéd and filled with way too many Punjabi stereotypical words. Cinematography is okay but the locales are amazing. Music by Adnan Sami lacks melody.
Hema Malini manages to put across a decent performance. While Rishi and Rekha look great together, their performance is strictly okay. Rekha could do with less make up for a change.
Nobie's Luv Sinha and Ferena need no words of mention. They ham with consistency. Luv Sinha neither gets his diction nor his looks right. He looks camera coy and definitely needs to take acting lessons before he ventures into anything new. Ferena looks pretty but is woody when it comes to showing emotions and gets her dialogue delivery horribly wrong.
To sum up, Sadiyaan is yet another snob that has hardly anything to offer. Don't bother watching.
Tum Milo To Sahi
Just for the pleasure of watching Nana Patekar and Dimple Kapadia together, this quaint and sincere look at love across three generations is well worth a 'dekko'.
Dimple, exuding a warmth that pervades the screen, plays a feisty Parsi woman who isn't deterred let alone defeated by attempts to dismantle her dream, namely a strategic cafe where Mumbai-wallahs meet like they still do in cafes all over Kolkata for a bit of a brainy pow-wow and buttery pao.
It all adds up. The feisty Parsi lady and the cranky sullen unhappy-with-life lawyer (Nana Patekar) who helps her keep her property and not-so-promptly falls in love with the lady. You get the picture?
Rajen Makhijani, Sameer Siddiqui and Kabir Sadanand's screenplay cruises the realm of the known but still provides elements of freshness in the way the predictable characters are framed and photographed. Pushan Kriplani, director of photography, adds an afterglow to the already seen characters' lives. You could feel the characters' feelings, if you care.
There are three sets of people falling in and out of love, stumbling along that path to mutual fufilment strewn with roses and thorns. This is a film that finally exudes the scent and strength of goodness. The Dimple-Nana relationship is endearing in its nostalgic references. Both are in splendid form.
The next generation's angst is represented by Suniel Shetty, who is restrained in a quiet but forcible way, and the surprise-packet Vidya Malvade.
Sadanand gives all his principal actors room to blossom. And that includes the third generation pair Rehaan Khan and Anjana Sukhani who are just discovering life and love. The couple is fresh, eager and raring to articulate their inner world.
The storytelling is moody and leisurely, like a stroll down a beachside on a quiet Sunday afternoon. The narrative has no sharp dips and curves. But director Kabir Sadanand is able to hold all his characters together, giving them a life and sustenance that takes them beyond stereotypes but not far enough to make them memorable creatures of the romantic zone.
Everyone from every generation wants a piece of that shimmering sky where love is more than just a Valentine's Day slogan. "Tum Milo Toh Sahi" is not as sharp in its sensitivities on love as could have been. 'Lekin tum dekho to sahi'.
Tum Milo To Sahi is a tale of ordinary people at different stages of life, who discover that 'their roots have intertwined so inseparably that they have become one tree and not two!' The film revolves around 'art and fortunate accident' happens to three different couples at three different stages of life - late teens, mid thirties and late fifties. The three couples either in the 'breathlessness of being in love' or missing 'that excitement'. Wherever they may be to begin with, the journey of life makes them discover true love - that which is left over, when 'being in love' has burned away. Tum Milo To Sahi is a look at how that love makes the lives of these ordinary people, extra-ordinary!
Dimple, exuding a warmth that pervades the screen, plays a feisty Parsi woman who isn't deterred let alone defeated by attempts to dismantle her dream, namely a strategic cafe where Mumbai-wallahs meet like they still do in cafes all over Kolkata for a bit of a brainy pow-wow and buttery pao.
It all adds up. The feisty Parsi lady and the cranky sullen unhappy-with-life lawyer (Nana Patekar) who helps her keep her property and not-so-promptly falls in love with the lady. You get the picture?
Rajen Makhijani, Sameer Siddiqui and Kabir Sadanand's screenplay cruises the realm of the known but still provides elements of freshness in the way the predictable characters are framed and photographed. Pushan Kriplani, director of photography, adds an afterglow to the already seen characters' lives. You could feel the characters' feelings, if you care.
There are three sets of people falling in and out of love, stumbling along that path to mutual fufilment strewn with roses and thorns. This is a film that finally exudes the scent and strength of goodness. The Dimple-Nana relationship is endearing in its nostalgic references. Both are in splendid form.
The next generation's angst is represented by Suniel Shetty, who is restrained in a quiet but forcible way, and the surprise-packet Vidya Malvade.
Sadanand gives all his principal actors room to blossom. And that includes the third generation pair Rehaan Khan and Anjana Sukhani who are just discovering life and love. The couple is fresh, eager and raring to articulate their inner world.
The storytelling is moody and leisurely, like a stroll down a beachside on a quiet Sunday afternoon. The narrative has no sharp dips and curves. But director Kabir Sadanand is able to hold all his characters together, giving them a life and sustenance that takes them beyond stereotypes but not far enough to make them memorable creatures of the romantic zone.
Everyone from every generation wants a piece of that shimmering sky where love is more than just a Valentine's Day slogan. "Tum Milo Toh Sahi" is not as sharp in its sensitivities on love as could have been. 'Lekin tum dekho to sahi'.
Tum Milo To Sahi is a tale of ordinary people at different stages of life, who discover that 'their roots have intertwined so inseparably that they have become one tree and not two!' The film revolves around 'art and fortunate accident' happens to three different couples at three different stages of life - late teens, mid thirties and late fifties. The three couples either in the 'breathlessness of being in love' or missing 'that excitement'. Wherever they may be to begin with, the journey of life makes them discover true love - that which is left over, when 'being in love' has burned away. Tum Milo To Sahi is a look at how that love makes the lives of these ordinary people, extra-ordinary!
The Great Indian Butterfly
The great Indian 'art-film' is a mystery, pretty much like the Great Indian Butterfly that the protagonists of Sarthak Dasgupta's film are searching for. It's pretty much indefinable, and more often than not, you are not quite sure or convinced of its purpose or existence. The Great Indian Butterfly, pretty much fits the bill that way. It has its share of pitfalls- the obscurity sometimes feels more convenient than evocative, the metaphors often clichéd and done to death, the tone too self-conscious, and the conclusion not quite satisfying.
Still, despite that, Sarthak Dasgupta's feature manages to shine and show genuine spark, going into the ugly, raw territory of love and life where few filmmakers here dare to tread. The Great Indian Butterfly may not quite be a Revolutionary Road, but it manages to be a compelling watch, and derives much of its emotional power from its two lead actors. Sandhya Mridul and Aamir Bashir steer the film through with relatable, engaging performances, and successfully project the modern Indian urban couple in search of the elusive 'insect' called happiness. They bring alive the suffocation, exhaustion and insecurities of Krish and Meera who earn good money, but can't enjoy it, and truly- this could be anyone's story. Sandhya Mridul, stripped of the vain trappings of regular Bollywood heroines is particularly remarkable, even if the role is a bit on the 'been-there-done-that' side for the talented actress.
The cinematography by Shankar Raman deserves special mention for capturing Goa in natural tones and highlighting its serene beauty that contrasts wonderfully with the characters' inner turmoil.
Like the sought after Ghost Orchid in Charlie Kaufman's Adaptation, The Great Indian Butterfly is perhaps 'wonderful to imagine and easy to fall in love with' but ultimately 'a little fantastic and fleeting and out of reach'. But it requires grit and courage to still try and find it, and for that, Sarthak Dasgupta's attempt needs to be applauded. I recommend that you make time for this little film that otherwise will probably go ignored. To borrow from Vikram Seth, the filmmaker might not have been able to grasp the whole, but I suspect some shard in this story of two lives may touch your soul.
Krish and Meera, form a young Indian couple climbing the ladder of the corporate rate race in a nation hurtling forward at a rate unprecedented in its long history. Stressed, frustrated and unable to come to terms with the sacrifice required for success, they go in search of a legendary magical insect - The Great Indian Butterfly.
Last seen by the unknown Portuguese explorer Carodiguez, in a remote valley located in erstwhile colonial Goa, the butterfly possesses a magical aura, granting immense happiness to the person who catches it. In the journey that takes the couple from the smog filled, concrete jungle of the Megalopolis of Mumbai through the little discovered coastal landscapes of the western Sahyadris, to the sun soaked land of Goa, the couple lose more than what they want to rediscover. It becomes a passage, which seems to travel with a metaphor of its own and an insect as elusive as a fossil trapped in prehistoric resin.
Will they find the Butterfly? Can they survive the journey? Can it cost them their lives? Will 'The Great Indian Butterfly' wreck havoc on their souls? Will there be redemption? Or is it a futile hunt for an answer to their crumbling lives? Is happiness a rare insect?
A simple tale in the complex miasma of a changing India.
Still, despite that, Sarthak Dasgupta's feature manages to shine and show genuine spark, going into the ugly, raw territory of love and life where few filmmakers here dare to tread. The Great Indian Butterfly may not quite be a Revolutionary Road, but it manages to be a compelling watch, and derives much of its emotional power from its two lead actors. Sandhya Mridul and Aamir Bashir steer the film through with relatable, engaging performances, and successfully project the modern Indian urban couple in search of the elusive 'insect' called happiness. They bring alive the suffocation, exhaustion and insecurities of Krish and Meera who earn good money, but can't enjoy it, and truly- this could be anyone's story. Sandhya Mridul, stripped of the vain trappings of regular Bollywood heroines is particularly remarkable, even if the role is a bit on the 'been-there-done-that' side for the talented actress.
The cinematography by Shankar Raman deserves special mention for capturing Goa in natural tones and highlighting its serene beauty that contrasts wonderfully with the characters' inner turmoil.
Like the sought after Ghost Orchid in Charlie Kaufman's Adaptation, The Great Indian Butterfly is perhaps 'wonderful to imagine and easy to fall in love with' but ultimately 'a little fantastic and fleeting and out of reach'. But it requires grit and courage to still try and find it, and for that, Sarthak Dasgupta's attempt needs to be applauded. I recommend that you make time for this little film that otherwise will probably go ignored. To borrow from Vikram Seth, the filmmaker might not have been able to grasp the whole, but I suspect some shard in this story of two lives may touch your soul.
Krish and Meera, form a young Indian couple climbing the ladder of the corporate rate race in a nation hurtling forward at a rate unprecedented in its long history. Stressed, frustrated and unable to come to terms with the sacrifice required for success, they go in search of a legendary magical insect - The Great Indian Butterfly.
Last seen by the unknown Portuguese explorer Carodiguez, in a remote valley located in erstwhile colonial Goa, the butterfly possesses a magical aura, granting immense happiness to the person who catches it. In the journey that takes the couple from the smog filled, concrete jungle of the Megalopolis of Mumbai through the little discovered coastal landscapes of the western Sahyadris, to the sun soaked land of Goa, the couple lose more than what they want to rediscover. It becomes a passage, which seems to travel with a metaphor of its own and an insect as elusive as a fossil trapped in prehistoric resin.
Will they find the Butterfly? Can they survive the journey? Can it cost them their lives? Will 'The Great Indian Butterfly' wreck havoc on their souls? Will there be redemption? Or is it a futile hunt for an answer to their crumbling lives? Is happiness a rare insect?
A simple tale in the complex miasma of a changing India.