A stupor-inducing drama that lacks insight
You can't help but appreciate Gowariker's approach to film-making. Earnest, honest and his constant homage to the Motherland. However, like an overbearing parent, there is this constant tendency to overdo the businesslike demeanor, that is like to only look and be smug about the overall percentage scored by a severely welted boy but ignore the gaping hole of a D grade in History.
Because as a history lesson, this movie gets an A but on the character front it scores an unremarkable F. The movie talks about a lesser known revolution that is based on a book - Manini Chatterjee’s Do & Die: The Chittagong Uprising 1930-34. The opening scenes show a group of boys playing football on a dusty field before the British usurp it in their typical manner. So they contact Surjya Sen, a local schoolmaster who they think because of his connections with freedom fighters might help the boys get their tract back. However Surjya has bigger plans and enlists them for a bloody revolution of stealing arms and money from the English.
The story-telling here is so simplistic that during the course of the training of the young ones, a scene is played where they are explained what chloroform is and what a musket of a gun is. Lots of time is wasted on showing the enlistment of the greenhorns.
We know what the filmmaker wants us to feel - that how can one man be so heartless as to lead such youthful baby fat pouting boys like lambs to the slaughter. But for that he doesn't give us one opening into boys'families. What do they feel like? What are they leaving behind to undertake such a huge sacrifice. In a similar scene, when Kolpona donates her jewellery for the cause, we dont care. We never saw her in a fashionable attire before to actually feel her loss. Most frustrating is the lack explanation about who is Surjya Sen. Is he just a school teacher or does he have more flesh to himself. He is the leader of this war, what about his perspective? The entire first half is dotted with such brain-dead sequences.
It is the second half that springs to life mainly because, the movie has metamorphosed into an action flick. The daring robbery, the escape from certain death and persecution and the inevitable manhunt and martyrdom is because of jingoistic reasons always stimulating to watch. After a while though that too loses its sheen as Gowariker in his usual style does away with all subtleties and goes for bombastic drama.
Deepika cannot act period!. There is something so unnatural about her. And it might not be even her fault. Even when clad in the dullest of dullest khaki sarees, she looks like she might have landed from a Manish Malhotra Mahatma's austerity themed show. She is just too upscale to fit the part. Abhishek does what Abhishek does. Hams, shows the occasional glimpse of an acting gene and then settles for the average to mediocre slot on the acting scale. The best of the lot is definitely Sikander Kher with his brooding looks looking apt for the role. The teenagers who play the young revolutionaries are infact very sprightly and bring about a sense of earthiness to the proceedings.
KHJJS is a highly soporific drama that drives one to grogginess with its mundane dialogues and uninspired acting. The Chittagong Uprising is better served by remaining in our books alone.
Rating : 1.5/5
A film that was supposed to make us cry oddly turns out to be a conflict-less tale
Fans of SLB will immediately recognize the jaw dropping art-design, the bird’s eye view of the elaborate sets and the use of lighting to convey the moods of various characters. Ethan Mascarenhas(Hrithik Roshan) is a quadriplegic confined to his wheel chair and his house that is falling apart like him. In his life before a debilitating accident, he was a magician. He is now attended to by his spunky nurse Sofia (Aishwarya) and supported by his lawyer friend Devyani(Shenaz Patel) and to whom he one day petitions of his wish to die by euthanasia. That forms the central idea of the film.
The film’s strength lies in the way the narrative juxtaposes the limp present of the illusionist with his more agile past. Be it his photographs scattered around his bedside which is now his permanent residence or the discussions between the two women in his past that incessantly touch on the topic of his glory days or in the vignettes from his own memory that are flashed from time to time. The appositeness of the sequences can’t be doubted. A signature Bhansali moment arrives in the form of Ethan’s mom’s funeral when he breaks into a song. Very well done and we have located the eccentric in Bhansali.
However, the film in these moments is devoid of the melodrama that would have us crying our heart out for the hero.Yes we know he used to be a great magician, yes we know his close relationship with his mother ( a constant premise of all Bhansali films of the hero being close to the mother) But the peripheral characters never evolve from where they began. Who is the nurse? Why does she do what she does? Who is the lawyer, what role has she played in his life? Then there is the apprentice who just appears out of nowhere serving no particular purpose to the main theme of the movie. And because of these factors, the entire setup feels hollow despite being mesmerizing to look at.
Another drawback of the film is its highly functional soundtrack(composed by SLB himself), a serious letdown after the track record in Khamoshi, HDDCS, Devdas and Saawariya. Also the sequences in the latter half stick out like a sore thumb. Even the boy Omar who comes to learn magic, is not shown learning let alone mastering the art. .
While not exactly a revelation, Aishwarya is utilized well for this role with the plucky tight-lipped, heavily lipsticked but caring nurse and her little jig at the club shows that while her looks might be on the wane but her dancing skills remain as good as ever. Shenaz Patel is excellent as the lawyer-friend. Aditya Roy Kapoor who shouldn’t even be there is just about adequate.
Most producers only want to show his brawn but there lies a very capable performer in Roshan Jr. Hrithik, as the immoveable hero proves to be the savior of this film. (The symbolism exists in the constant references to God, the statue inside his house, his unshaven face and hair that make him look like Jesus. He delivers one of his finest performances and keeps us thoroughly engaged with his eye expressions and tongue in cheek comments.
Guzaarish is inspired and in some scenes downright lifted from a variety of foreign films, but after a slew of loud and clunky movies this year, Bhansali’s effort is a welcome relief, if only it had more thump to it and was not paralyzed to its chair like the crumbling protagonist……..
For a hilarious review on the film please see Guzaarish from the Vigil Idiot.
Rating : 2.5/5
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Ultimately, I had to ask the Leprechaun, an engineer in my office with a great expertise in cars and he suggested doing it myself. I shopped for a pad. Purchased Wagner's ceramic pads at an even $50 and on the weekend drove over to the Leprechaun's house who has all the tools handy.
Jacking up the car, he guided me step by step and infact even did the part of the job which required brute strength. After forty five minutes, I, for the very first time in my life, had done some proper mechanical work on the car , other than the usual fixing flats. :). Felt good. If the brakes go awry, I will have no one to sue though ;).
The service center people called me up the next day asking whether I was bringing the car in, i might even be eligible for a special offer and I replied , Take a Brake buddy, I have done it myself. A Big thanks to the Leprechaun.
Cool's Gold
Stunning chemistry between leads can't save the movie from just scraping the bottom of the romantic chest.
A minor accomplishment of I hate luv storys is the obvious chemistry between the leading pair. Jay(Imran) and Simran(Sonam) fill every frame with a youngish charm and color that is terrific to look at in the beginning but begins to look and sound gaudy as the movie progresses because it is painted on a wafer-thin canvas of a script filled with banal dialogues.
The major accomplishment however is that it explains why most bollywood rom-coms(or atleast the Yashraj and Dharma productions ones) are heading south - the sense that they are trying to be uber“cool”. This display of blatant coolness is everywhere with Jai turning Jay, a man who dresses in formals addressed as uptight and mocked endlessly. The foundation of the story is trying to be cool with Jai continuously scoffing at the idea of love while Simran who works as an art director on a romantic director’s(smoothly played by Sonu Sood) set lives by that very notion.
The problem is first time director Punit Malhotra doesn’t invest in the relationship much at all but unremittingly throws dialogues from old hindi movies in a ridicule laden sentiment via Jay’s character. He could do well to take a few tips from Imtiaz Ali, the man whose earthy love stories and the transition from non-committed to emotional attachment is written in such a relatable way that one feels that this might exactly be an encounter in the everyday life of two people in a relationship.
Imran Khan who has a limited reservoir of acting, is at tremendous ease in the bouncy sequences that dot the first half but comes nowhere to winning our heart in the second half. IHLS is almost an extended and bare-bones version of Aamir-Preity Dil Chahta Hai track. And that is why, he didn’t need to look further than his accomplished uncle’s portrayal of the cool Akash and his feelings and that too in a ditto scene in DCH, the one over the telephone where Aamir describes his lost love to his Dad. Imran's performance is no where as wrenching.
Sonam is perfectly cast but how you wish she was more fleshed out(physically as well, she is taking size zero to negative) as to her history with her “perfect” boyfriend, what makes them click as a pair in addition to the hasty story that they are childhood buddies. She is as always pleasurable in the light hearted scenes but is very raw in settings that need a bit more heart.
Sometimes, I say take it easy and try to enjoy a romantic film on its surface alone but even that is hard with this film. I hate luv storys , which even in its spelling of its title challenges grammatical syntax in order to be cool, tries promisingly in the beginning to ridicule the concept of love, but ends up mocking its own self.
Stranger than fiction.... and fact
An amateur drama masquerading as a movie
Anjaana Anjaani starts off with the protagonists on a bridge ready to commit suicide. In a hastily assembled back story, Akash(Ranbir) invested a lot of money in a particular venture only to see the market crash and go bankrupt. He meets the equally depressed Kiara(Priyanka in a pseudo vivacious role) who is there for another reason shown to us during the course of the movie.
The beginning portions do show the maturity that has slowly crept into Siddharth Anand’s direction ala Kjo’s KANK and I thought this will be a light hearted tear-jerker worth analyzing. But after that promising start , Anjaana Anjaani is unique in its texture that there is nothing to dissect. It is as if the production team came up with a check list that read
Trendy expensive wardrobe despite hero-heroine being penniless – Check
Great locales – Check
Music – Check, 2 club songs, 1 road song, 1 mellow song.
Screenplay – Check...Gay jokes, underwear underwear, hooking up with a hooker , yeah we do have some idea of a screenplay. And we can always figure something out as we go along. And oh yes, tribute to previous Yashraj movies in many scenes.
Character history – Check , errr….Not needed, ok a little bit put in. Make them orphans, lets make it easy on ourselves.
Original Script – Hmm… Yashraj we have a problem.
There is no script to speak of astonishingly. And whatever is dished out on the screen seems more juvenile than Dennis the Menace. There is not one character that makes us root for him or her. Every situation, every dialogue comes up as a cropper. It is quite frustrating that here was a great opportunity to explore two flawed people coming together on a road journey, but the chance is wasted and everything seems a contrivance.
Priyanka who enthralls us with her mini-dresses is equally mini in the acting department not helped by the fact that the character is so poorly etched. Ranbir is a zombie who seems to have sleepwalked on to the wrong set. He lacks commitment.
Anjaana Anjaani is a fatuous travelogue of sorts with the music being the only thing going for it. At the end of the movie, how you wish the film, would have ended right at the start with the two leads jumping to their conclusion to spare their own anguish as well as ours.
The music is awesome in both the movies, however it is all in vain. :(