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    Reviews

    “A cerebral joyride”
    Karan Johar, filmmaker on REDIFF

    “Among the most charming and creative Indian independent films”
    J Hurtado, TWITCH

    ★★★★✩
    “You don’t really need a big star cast… you don’t even need a big budget to get the techniques of filmmaking bang on…”
    Allen O Brien, TIMES OF INDIA

    ★★★★✩
    “An outstanding experience that doesn’t come by too often out of Indian cinema!”
    Shakti Salgaokar, DNA

    ★★★
    “This film can reach out the young, urban, upwardly mobile, but lonely, disconnected souls living anywhere in the world, not just India.”
    Namrata Joshi, OUTLOOK

    “I was blown away!”
    Aseem Chhabra, MUMBAI MIRROR

    “Good Night Good Morning is brilliant!”
    Rohit Vats, IBN-LIVE

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    “Watch it because it’s a smart film.”
    Shubha Shetty Saha, MIDDAY

    ★★★✩✩
    “A small gem of a movie.”
    Sonia Chopra, SIFY

    ★★★✩✩
    “A charming flirtation to watch.”
    Shalini Langer, INDIAN EXPRESS

    “Interesting, intelligent & innovative”
    Pragya Tiwari, TEHELKA

    “Beyond good. Original, engrossing and entertaining”
    Roshni Mulchandani, BOLLYSPICE

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    Synopsis

    ‘Good Night Good Morning’ is a black and white, split-screen, conversation film about two strangers sharing an all-night phone call on New Year's night.

    Writer-Director Sudhish Kamath attempts to discover good old-fashioned romance in a technology-driven mobile world as the boy Turiya, driving from New York to Philadelphia with buddies, calls the enigmatic girl staying alone in her hotel room, after a brief encounter at the bar earlier in the night.

    The boy has his baggage of an eight-year-old failed relationship and the girl has her own demons to fight. Scarred by unpleasant memories, she prefers to travel on New Year's Eve.

    Anonymity could be comforting and such a situation could lead to an almost romance as two strangers go through the eight stages of a relationship – The Icebreaker, The Honeymoon, The Reality Check, The Break-up, The Patch-up, The Confiding, The Great Friendship, The Killing Confusion - all over one phone conversation.

    As they get closer to each other over the phone, they find themselves miles apart geographically when the film ends and it is time for her to board her flight. Will they just let it be a night they would cherish for the rest of their lives or do they want more?

    Good Night | Good Morning, starring Manu Narayan (Bombay Dreams, The Love Guru, Quarter Life Crisis) and Seema Rahmani (Loins of Punjab, Sins and Missed Call) also features New York based theatre actor Vasanth Santosham (Bhopal: A Prayer for Rain), screenwriter and film critic Raja Sen and adman Abhishek D Shah.

    Shot in black and white as a tribute to the era of talkies of the fifties, the film set to a jazzy score by musicians from UK (Jazz composer Ray Guntrip and singer Tina May collaborated for the song ‘Out of the Blue), the US (Manu Narayan and his creative partner Radovan scored two songs for the film – All That’s Beautiful Must Die and Fire while Gregory Generet provided his versions of two popular jazz standards – Once You’ve Been In Love and Moon Dance) and India (Sudeep and Jerry came up with a new live version of Strangers in the Night) was met with rave reviews from leading film critics.

    The film was released under the PVR Director’s Rare banner on January 20, 2012.

    Festivals & Screenings

    Mumbai Film Festival (MAMI), Mumbai 2010 World Premiere
    South Asian Intl Film Festival, New York, 2010 Intl Premiere
    Goa Film Alliance-IFFI, Goa, 2010 Spl Screening
    Chennai Intl Film Festival, Chennai, 2010 Official Selection
    Habitat Film Festival, New Delhi, 2011 Official Selection
    Transilvania Intl Film Festival, Cluj, 2011 Official Selection, 3.97/5 Audience Barometer
    International Film Festival, Delhi, 2011 Official Selection
    Noordelijk Film Festival, Netherlands, 2011 Official Selection, 7.11/10 Audience Barometer
    Mumbai Film Mart, Mumbai 2011, Market Screening
    Film Bazaar, IFFI-Goa, 2011, Market Screening
    Saarang Film Festival, IIT-Madras, 2012, Official Selection, 7.7/10 Audience Barometer

    Theatrical Release, January 20, 2012 through PVR

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Archive For March, 2008

Inba: Shaam can’t shave, this movie!

March 31, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Action
Director: S.T. Vendhan
Cast: Shaam, Sneha, Arun Pandian, Aravind Akash, Aditya
Storyline: A rich girl falls in love with her bearded bodyguard
Bottomline:  Capital Punishment

All you baby-faced heroes with chocolate-boy looks, learn from Shaam. Yes, you too Abbas. Here’s how you make the transition from lover boy to macho man.

First. Grow a beard. The Metrosexual look will not take you beyond the metro. Paruthiveeran would not have looked like a ‘veeran’ without facial hair. Chithiram Pesudhadi would’ve been incomplete without the ‘dhadi’. The beard helps in defining character – it instantly tells us the basics. One, he’s poor. He’s got no money to shave. Two, he’s hiding a sad story behind the beard. Also, keeping a beard may just fool and draw at least a small per cent of Vijaya T. Rajendherr fans out of mistaken identity.

Two. Talk less, smile even less. Let your hands do all the talking. Let’s say someone comes and asks you what time it is. If you tell him the time, you become an extra and he becomes the hero. So don’t reply. Give him one across the face. Next, the girl. In an action film, you don’t woo the girl. The girl should woo you. Never ever smile at her. This adds mystery to the two already established points of character-development. Even if she does not like you in the beginning, once she sees you beat up guys, she’ll get scared and learn to behave. First, she may hire you to protect her and later realise it’s probably cheaper to get your lifetime services.

Thirdly, it is very important, absolutely necessary to throw in a Superstar tribute. Make sure there are at least ten rows of extras dancing behind you. This usually gives dance masters ample scope to choreograph according to your limitations. Besides, the dance steps in the movies these days are so ridiculous that unless you have a hundred of them doing it at the same time, you can’t say: Come on. See, everyone’s doing it. It’s cool.

Fourth, the flashback. Throw in a 15-20 minute sequence where you are a 12th standard student. If you were Little Superstar or Chiyaan Vikram, you could’ve played the role yourself, knocking off some kilos. But since, you are not yet so blessed with that kind of versatility, you get some promising young actor to essay your past. (On a more serious note, this is the single most mature thing Shaam has done in the movie – not passed off as a standard 12 student). This sequence should involve a tragedy.

Fifth, the quintessential, most definitive trait of being a mass hero – the dandanaka – the traditional dead body dance. If you are an import from another city, here’s how you get a hold of the basics. A. Start with the face. Stick your tongue out and bite it. B. Pretend you’re flying a kite and pulling the thread. C. Wear a lungi or at least tie-up the two ends of the shirt instead of buttoning it and do the pelvic thrusts at 40 per minute, making lustful advances at the heroine.

So that’s how Shaam turned into a mass hero Inba with director Vendhan’s insightful inputs. A mass hero does not have one villain – he has many. So there’s Arun Pandian (Malai da… Malai Ganesan goes the original punch-line) forced to play over the top, there’s the Chennai 28 boy Aravind Akash made to play pervert and there’s Billa’s Aditya as his evil brother and they all with their men, take turns to provide six fights while

Sneha is solely entrusted with the task of making the film look good, dancing to loop-based music (P.B. Balaji). Poor Rekha and Sulakshana make an earnest attempt like the rest of the cast but there’s only so much you can do in a mass-hero film. And we won’t even talk about the horror unleashed in the name of Kanja Karuppu’s ‘kaamedy’.

By all means, go for Inba. It’s the most inspiring piece of Tamil cinema. If this chap can make a movie, so can you.

Race: Twists in the stale

March 27, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Action
Director: Abbas-Mustan
Cast: Saif Ali Khan, Anil Kapoor, Akshaye Khanna, Bipasha Basu, Katrina Kaif, Sameera Reddy
Storyline: Two brothers try to outsmart each other
Bottomline: Run!

Curiosity, they say and it did, killed those who went for Race wondering how bad can it really get.

The power of good looking people can never be under-estimated.

Come on, with a cast like Katrina, Bipasha and Sameera, all for the price of a ticket, which guy would want to miss out on the drool fest. Or which girl would give a Saif Ali Khan film a pass?

Dhoom, Cash and now Race are all from the same stable – the pin-up movies where the idea is just to let these good looking people wear awesome clothes and later find excuses to get them to take it off. First let them jump into bed with one, and then mix and match, and invent reasons for them to swap partners. And hey, you get the storyline for Race.

It couldn’t have been written any other way. About 80 per cent of it was shot on the basis of who was available for shoot. Here are excerpts from the production notes.

Schedule 1:
Actors available: Saif Ali Khan, Akshaye Khanna, Bipasha Basu, Katrina Kaif.
There’s a delay in Abbas-Mustan arriving at the set and Bipasha who came first is getting restless. The spot boy calls Abbas Bhai.
Abbas: Shoot something with her. We are there in four hours.
Spotboy: But what do we shoot?
Mustan: Ask her to walk up and down the ramp. Tell her she’s playing a model. Tell the costume designer to give her shortest possible skirts.
Bipasha is thrilled.
By lunch, the director-duo arrives.
Saif: You are late. You haven’t told us what the script is yet. Half a day of our commitment is already over.
Akshaye: Saif and me are cool, we don’t have hang-ups. We’re like brothers but we still need to know what role we’re playing.
Abbas: Very good. You’re brothers in the film.
Mustan: You love each other very much.
Abbas: So much that you are willing to donate your girlfriend Bipasha to your younger brother.
Saif: What will I do if I donate Bipasha?
Mustan: You have Katrina, your secretary.
Akshaye and Saif both shake hands. What a brilliant start.

Schedule 2:
Actors available: Akshaye, Bipasha
Saif had to go out with Kareena. Akshaye waiting at the set, has had a few rounds after getting increasingly frustrated with the work ethic.
Akshaye: Hic! How are we supposed to shoot without my brother?
Abbas: We don’t need Saif today. It’s about how you plot against your brother.
Akshaye: But yesterday, you said we love each other.
Mustan: But he’s not your real brother. He’s soutela. He has all property. All you have is a bottle.
Abbas: Start shoot. Just keep drinking. Roll Camera.

Around lunch, Saif walks in.
Saif: What’s going on, you started shoot without me?
Mustan: Your brother’s an alcoholic and you just walk in and find out.

Schedule 3:
Actors available: Saif, Bipasha
Akshaye couldn’t make it because he was shooting for another film.
Knowing the directors are capable of shooting without him, Saif confronts them.
Saif: I want to know what is the script. What is my role.
Abbas: Yes, you just found out your brother is plotting against you.
Mustan: So you shift from Bipasha to Katrina. Let’s shoot song.

Schedule 4:
Actors available: Akshaye, Katrina.
Bipasha is tired of being overworked and decides to spend quality time with John. Akshaye reports to shoot to find only Katrina.
Akshaye: But isn’t Bipasha my girl?
Abbas: But your brother found out about you and Bipasha plotting.
Mustan: So we are going to pair you up with Katrina. Shoot song.
Akshaye: Great, I get both the women.
Akshaye couldn’t have been more happier.

Schedule 5:
Bipasha and Saif show up demanding an explanation for this betrayal.
Bipasha: Fuckers, Katrina is getting more songs than me. What am I doing in the film?
Abbas: Well, she has only songs, you have scenes.
Saif: Sorry I got wet in the rain, I don’t have the continuity costume.
Mustan: It’s okay, we are going to shoot a rain scene today.
Abbas: A hot lovemaking scene with the horses.
Bipasha: Cool, what should I do?
Mustan: You bite him and do your Jism thing all over again… It’s your movie.

Schedule 6:
Katrina: I’m walking out of this movie. I thought I had equal role and I am getting only songs?
So Abbas Mustan come up with a new plan.
Abbas: Change location. Insert flashback. We are going to say you and Saif got married in Cape Town.
Mustan: Tomorrow, we leave for Cape Town.
Katrina: So I get the guy??
Mustan: Which guy?
Katrina: Saif.
Mustan: Of course.
Katrina: But we shot a song with me and Akshaye.
Abbas: We will figure that out, don’t worry.

Schedule 7:
Akshaye and Saif finally make it to the same schedule.
Saif: What’s the scene?
Abbas: The same scene from Baazigar, you are talking when one of you pushes the other.
Bipasha walks in.
Bipasha: So what do I do?
Mustan: You push Saif. Because you plotted against Saif with Akshaye.
Saif: So I die in the movie?
Abbas: Arrey, it’s only interval, we’ll bring you back.
Akshaye: I don’t understand what’s going on. I’m just going to drink some more and watch yesterday’s rushes.
As he’s sitting and watching rushes of Saif-Bipasha lovemaking scene.
Akshaye: What has the world come to. My brother doing my wife.
Abbas-Mustan hear this.
Abbas: What a brilliant line. We have to use this in the movie.
Mustan: Audience will clap.
Akshaye: As long as you know what’s going on.

And just as they sat to tie up all the loose ends, the producer tells them Anil Kapoor and Sameera have given dates for the film too.

Schedule 8:
Anil Kapoor walks in with his breakfast basket from the hotel with Sameera.
Abbas: This is brilliant. Like Karamchand. You keep eating fruits through out the movie.
Mustan: You solve this mystery.
Sameera: And what do I do?
Abbas: You are going to play someone who does not understand what’s happening and keep asking silly questions.
Anil Kapoor: If you don’t mind Sameera, hold my banana, I have to take a leak.
Mustan: Wah! Kya dialogue hai Sir. Roll Camera.

After eight schedules of shoot, Abbas-Mustan went back to the table and sat with the Editor and cinematographer and brainstormed for the next 30 minutes on what are the other scenes they needed to shoot.

Race was written in that 30 minutes.

Michael Clayton: Good versus Evil, sublimely understated

March 21, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Thriller
Director: Tony Gilroy
Cast: George Clooney, Tom Wilkinson, Tilda Swinton, Sydney Pollack
Storyline: A lawyer designated to clean up the mess for his firm’s hi-profile clients finds himself in a moral dilemma.
Bottomline: The thinking man’s thriller

You simply must watch it twice to completely savour and revel in its brilliance.

It’s impossible to believe this is Tony Gilroy’s directorial debut until you find out he’s the same chap who wrote screenplays for The Devil’s Advocate and the Bourne trilogy.

The most awesome thing – and also the most dangerous thing – about a writer-director is that he’s not going to throw away those elaborate lines he’s written all that easily.
Tony’s touch lies in making it all fit into the storytelling, with a fair bit of indulgence of course, right from the opening sequence.

I begin with the writing because that’s what you notice even before they show you the guys the film is about. Tony isn’t interested in telling you the story. He is excited about letting you discover the story.

The blatant indirectness of the narrative, the unabashed verbosity of writing, combined with understated performances (the end credit sequence even beats the subtlety of Will Smith’s final ‘Happyness’) and sublime editing (Tony employing his brother John at the desk) make Michael Clayton the film for the discerning movie buff.

There’s an opening voiceover conversation between Michael (Clooney) and his colleague (Wilkinson) that sets the tone for the film. One with the revelation of an epiphany manifested through insane profundity. Then, there’s a string of things that happen one night establishing the basics (the who, the what, the where and the when of the story) and suddenly Boom – an explosion, all within the first five minutes of the film. The rest of the 110 minutes, of course, is about the why-it-happened and the how-it-resolves.

But don’t let that put you off. Though it seems complex, Michael Clayton is essentially the simple good versus evil tale. Only that here the good, the bad and the crazy all seem to do basically the same thing: take their respective sides in a law-suit.

There’s a rich corporate under the scanner, a meticulous law firm protecting its interest, a senior fixer who has just had a moment of epiphany and his broke buddy torn between his friendship and loyalty to the firm. They are all in the business of fixing things and cleaning up the mess with alarmingly clinical precision, until they’ve all met their match.

So yes, it is a talking-talking movie with very few scenes of action used effectively and briefly for maximum impact. Hence, most of the storytelling rests on the director and his bunch of actors.

The casting is a masterstroke. Clooney walks away with one of his finest underplayed characters ever, deserving every bit of the Oscar nomination. Spontaneous, charming, suave, smooth, intelligent, troubled and his face says it all.

Tom Wilkinson is indescribably mind-blowing with his flawless delivery as a troubled, tormented soul of corporate machinery. Too bad he missed out on the statuette despite the consolatory Academy nomination.

Tilda Swinton probably has all of 15 minutes of screen-time scattered through the film. And the fact that she won an Oscar speaks volumes for her performance. And, Sydney Pollack and… Okay, you get the picture.

Very rarely, maybe once or twice a year, we get a film with half a dozen Oscar nominations playing in town. A film that actually challenges your thinking. Don’t even think. Just go for it.

The Name is Rajinikanth: Making of the Superstar

March 13, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

“I do not know what the contents are,” said Cho wondering why they didn’t give a copy of the book ‘The Name is Rajinikanth’ though they wanted him to speak on the occasion of its launch last week.

A little later, the author’s husband admitted: “We were scared about he would say.”

On reading the book, you realise they needn’t have worried.

The larger-than-life true story by itself more than makes up for the flaws in its telling. The compilation of the Superstar’s filmography with plot summaries and release dates, makes the book a ready reckoner for hardcore fans and trivia buffs.

Yes, it does read like a flippant novel that’s been compiled from blog posts with spelling inconsistencies, punctuation errors and haphazard non-linear structuring-without-a-cause.

Gayathri Sreekanth, the author of the book, explains: “Keeping in mind his personality, I wanted to make it racy. I wanted it to read like a screenplay.”

And, as D.R.Karthikeyan, former CBI director and head of Special Investigation Team probing the Rajiv Gandhi assassination understates, the book sure can do with a little editing.

“The credibility of the book comes out because she was prepared to find out his own failings he admits in his life. One thing about Rajni is that he’s not a hypocrite. He has the courage to admit whatever has happened in his life and whatever he is. That’s his greatest quality and that’s what endears him to millions of people,” notes Karthikeyan.

“The book deals in an interesting way, the transformation of an ordinary looking, not extraordinarily talented actor, born from a poor family, highly mischievous in his younger days, into a superhero with a massive fan following,” adds the outspoken police officer.

“Karthikeyan has read the book obviously,” political commentator and journalist Cho said at the book launch. “He cannot wait for the release. As a policeman, he must be allergic to word ‘release’,” he quipped as the crowd erupted into laughter.

“To know Rajnikant as a friend is a matter of pride for me,” said Cho. “Can anyone define him? I do not know. He’s in the show business. But, he’s not a showman. He makes political comments now and then when he chooses. But, he’s not a politician. He talks spiritualism. But he’s not a guru or an acharya. So whatever he does is different from whatever he is. Essentially, he’s in my mind, an act of God.”

True to that quote, the book gives us a glimpse of what went into the making of the Superstar and his inexplicable persona. The book dwells on the paradox that he is, and provides an insight into his personal and professional crises, also touching upon issues close to his heart – spirituality and politics.

As the book hits the stands and with the publishers having plans of translating it into Tamil, the next round of persuasion for Superstar to join politics has already started.

“What is democracy ultimately,” asks Karthikeyan. “Do you have the support, confidence and strength of the largest number of people? That’s the only qualification. Nobody is born with experience of administration. A person who can inspire thousands of people, lakhs of people is certainly entitled to be in politics.”

But does the Superstar ever give in to such pressure?

Cho gives us an insight: “The Mahabharatha says of a king: Do not do anything all by yourself. Consult a chosen few and even they should not know what decision you’ve taken. So though as close friends we give our opinions on his film scripts, ultimately we do not know what decisions he has taken or what changes he has made till they are implemented. It’s his own decision. That’s the sign of a great manager, an administrator. To get proper advise, to sift, to sort it out and then, to make a decision of his own.”

“If Rajni enters politics, Tamil Nadu will go one step ahead of everybody,” believes Cho. “Because, basically, the man is honest. His grasp of even international issues, his concern for the common man, all this go together to make him the ideal choice. I wish he does but I do not know if he will.”

He is a man of mystery and continues to be so. It was the day of the release of a book on his life and he didn’t deem it right to be present. His daughter Soundarya was present though. “It is a great honour to be here today. On behalf of Appa, I would like to wish Gayathri and her team all the very best. Thanks,” is all she spoke.

Shorter than even soft-spoken AVM Saravanan’s brief speech where he called it “a nice book about a good man.” Apparently, Gayathri had told him that she had no problems at all putting the book together and she got all the co-operation she needed from him. “Looks like I should talk to her next time to get Superstar’s dates.”

As the book reveals, he’s not too enthusiastic about politics, signing films in a hurry or inclined towards endorsements. Cho believes this to be a saintly quality. “Any Chief Minister or Prime Minister believes that the chair is greater than him. Which is why they are afraid to leave it. But Rajni, he’s greater than everything he does,” observes Cho.

Ajay Mago, publisher of Om Books International, says that the idea to do a book on a Tamil Superstar came after Mushtaq Shiekh’s ‘Still Reading Khan’ sold over 30,000 copies. While ‘The Name is Rajinikanth’ is not exactly in the same genre, it does have a far greater appeal than any coffee table book because it’s an extraordinary story of an ordinary man – a true story of a much-celebrated Superstar who remains a reclusive enigma.

Superstar on politics (excerpts from the book):
“When you enter politics, you have to compromise. You cannot be honest and clean. It is difficult to maintain your decency and it is not easy to have principles. I also know that one person cannot change the face of politics. The system is such. The British rules, outdated as they seem, are still implemented. So unless the system changes thoroughly, it is not possible to revolutionise political transparency. Until bureaucracy exists, there will be red-tapism and well, corruption levels will continue to be higher…

My path is spiritual and acting is my profession…

But you never know what is in store tomorrow. Yesterday, I was a bus conductor. Today I am an actor. Tomorrow, who knows?”

Vellithirai: Duet’s love-letter to Tamil cinema

March 13, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Comedy
Director: Viji
Cast: Prakashraj, Prithviraj, Gopika, Sarath Babu, Pratap Pothen
Storyline: A podgy middle-aged wannabe steals his friend’s script to become a superstar
Bottomline: An earnest critique on the state-of-the-art

If someone were to put together a film that reviews the state of Tamil cinema, ‘Vellithirai’ would be it.

There are very few like Duet Films who could do exactly that with authority and not be told: People living in glass houses… Simply because the guys at Duet Films do not live in glass houses to have stones thrown back at them.

The film, by example, begins with a humble acknowledgement to the source material with the story credited to Roshan Andrews, the director of the Malayalam original ‘Udayananu Tharam.’ Yes, there’s an entire sequence inspired from Steve Martin’s ‘Bowfinger’ but let’s blame that on Roshan too.

Roshan’s story is just the take-off point for an introspective look at Tamil cinema and its trappings: Middle-aged stars who believe they can play youth by knocking off 15 kilos, the need for every star to have a sobriquet first name to claim his arrival, the way stars dictate changes to the script to suit their image, the dependence of filmmakers on the leading man to get a producer and the finances for the film and how compromise is a necessary evil in commercial cinema.

Hence, the content itself, though borderline stereotypical, is reflective of the state-of-the-art but Viji gives every character a redeeming twist – like the astrologer-consulting producer actually deciding to back a total newcomer because he believes in his merit. Or, the ever-understanding honest associate director turning to driving call-taxis because he can’t deal with living in his wife’s shadows. Or, the actor coming up with a solid explanation on why Stanislavski’s system would not work here in Tamil cinema. When he says ‘That is his science. This is our culture. We are a loud race by nature. We beat our chests during funerals,” you realise this character is no stereotype. This is what every actor believes before he becomes a star, after which he becomes the stereotype: the all-powerful, egocentric, supreme being vain enough to act in movies where his stature is equal only to God.

Prakashraj is brilliant as Kannaiyan-turned-‘Thalapathy’ Dilipkanth, retaining the humanness of a character that could’ve ended up as pure caricature while Prithviraj ends up as a complementing contrast to Prakashraj’s loudness with his restrained underplaying – a fine example of Stanislavski’s system of behaving the character. Gopika, M.S.Bhaskar, Sarath Babu and Pratap Pothen are examples of smart casting – where on-screen persona does half the job for the role they have to play.

Despite the earnestness and sincerity with which Viji goes about telling this story that is a must-watch for every filmmaker, actor and member of the film fraternity, he does stumble in the storytelling itself. The film takes a while to get going, often interrupted by the mandatory song and dance (though G.V.Prakash Kumar’s catchy tunes are lavishly and interestingly shot) and harps a little too much on the love story in the end when what you are really concerned about is how the larger issue in the film would resolve itself – would the puppet pull the strings of the puppeteer again or would the storyteller finally put the puppet in its place?

But then, as the in-built argument in the film goes, compromise is a necessary evil and ‘Vellithirai’ ends a few notches below where it could’ve gone. It’s not quite the intensely passionate, personal love-letter to cinema but it surely is quite an interesting review of our cinema for those who love it.

Black & White: Jaded & Faded

March 13, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama
Director: Subhash Ghai
Cast: Anurag Sinha, Anil Kapoor, Shefali Shah
Storyline: A terrorist in black checks in to Chandni Chowk on a suicide mission, meets Urdu professor always dressed in white, sees rainbows and undergoes the usual.
Bottomline: Only for the colour-blind.

Yaadein gave us amnesia. It made us forget what Ghai used to be.

Kisna gave us insomnia. Ghai created arguably the worst movie ever made on Hindi screen.

And now, with Black & White, Ghai turns a full-blown terrorist, rabidly threatening to bomb us with bad films year after year.

The film’s flopped, people have been victimised. If this is not suicide-bombing, what is?

First of all all, Mr.Ghai, a terrorist developing a conscience is a beaten-to-death, blown-to-smithereens, bombed to stone-age-kind of a story-idea. It’s been told many times by filmmakers who’ve at least tried to make the narrative innovative.

If you really want us to look beyond black and white and see the different colours in life or film, you need to create characters who show us the hues and by that, we don’t mean you assign that brief to your costume designer.

What we have here are stereotypes: a terrorist whose wardrobe is full of black kurtas (and black shawls to cover himself if he’s wearing anything else) and a professor who can endorse detergent with his flawless white kurtas.

Anurag Sinha gets a nice meaty part for a debut, reminiscent of Vivek Oberoi’s Chandu in Company and Anil Kapoor breathes so much life and poignancy into a cliché that your heart goes out to the fine actor absolutely wasted in this preach-fest (The scene he breaks down has to be one of his finest performances in recent times). The casting apart, Ghai gets nothing right.

Ghai’s general assumption is not only that the mass comprises of low-IQ idiots, he also assumes they are visually challenged and/or that they have a hearing disability. Right from the first scene, he spells it all out, sometimes literally with sub-titles.

No joking, a sequence in the film plays out like this:

An investigating official from the CBI says: This time the terrorists are trying something new. They are sending suicide bombers. Whoa!

Cut to a conversation in a tea-shop where a bunch of fundamentalists are discussing the day’s headlines about police rounding up suspects as our terrorist hero chips in a statement that spells out his angst. Another quotes from the Quran to support hatred and the professor in white enters the scene to quote it in context. He then goes on to explain: “You are probably wondering how come I know so much about the Quran in spite of being Hindu. That’s because I’m Urdu Ke Professor and I’m Quran ke kareeb,” Ghai makes Anil Kapoor say that another two times lest we forget. He then has a supporting character spell it out again as he leaves: If the professor is the ‘zor’ (force) behind Chandni Chawk, his wife is the ‘shor’ (noise).

It predictably cuts to his wife (Shefali putting in an earnest performance) in the middle of a showdown standing up for a girl in the burqa who’s just been dumped by her husband. She orders someone to go fetch the TV-waalon.

No jokes, Ghai actually has a bunch of extras run up to a couple of readily available mediapersons somewhere in the area: “Ai TV-waalon, we have breaking news for you.”

As TV folks rush in to shoot, the professor steps in to tell them to stop all the drama and walks away as the TV crew promptly follows him, hoping to get an insightful byte or two.
Somewhere in there is a poster: Terrorism is a ruthless virus. The more you scream, the more powerful it gets.

Okay, why are we cribbing when he’s made films worse than this? Because, this is not exactly Ghai’s mainstream outing. This is produced by Mukta Arts Searchlight, a division of Mukta Arts that caters to niche tastes.

If this is Subhash Ghai’s brand of art-house cinema, aren’t we glad we have been warned appropriately before his commercial outings: Yuvraaj and Hello Darling?

A.R.Rahman: Bridging the gap

March 12, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

He lured an entire generation of musicians towards technology.

And now he comes a full circle, trying to get them back on track.

A.R. Rahman’s current passion is to create an authentic Indian orchestra. The first step towards that is establishing KM Music Conservatory as a bridge between music, technology and culture.

The conservatory will help techno-savvy sound-engineers to learn the basics of composing and spend time with instruments hands-on and musicians to learn the importance of technology and the basics of sound recording. And thus, create the unique Indian orchestral sound. Or symphony as Rahman likes to call it.

The reason musicians in the West find themselves financially secure is that even if they play in an orchestra, they do other music related things – they edit music, they freelance and are not dependent on any one source of income, as Rahman points out.

“We want our Hindustani and Carnatic musicians to be able to read Western notations and adapt to playing with other musicians,” says Rahman.  “So that they can learn to play with ten other sitar musicians at the same time. That’s the sound we’ve never heard before.”

Symphony is not to be confused with Western Classical Music, he clarifies using his ‘Bombay’ theme to explain. “That was essentially Indian but it played out through a Western sensibility.”

Rahman’s vision is to create an orchestra that not only sounds distinctly Indian but also culminates various aspects of Indian culture and bhakti, which he believes, is at the heart of orchestral symphony. “Devotion is the basic element in all the music. It’s an open thing, so many things can be done,” he says.

Spirituality plays a huge role in his life, so much that he’s chosen to call the conservatory KM as he believes that these initials are “spiritually close” to him and have brought him good luck.

But, necessity is the mother, of course. After frequent trips to Prague and Birmingham to record orchestral sound for his films, Rahman pondered over the need for our own orchestra. “Even Bahrain and Iraq have their own national orchestra,” he laments. “We are a country of 1.4 billion people and we don’t have our own national symphony orchestra. Since then, it’s been a burning desire to have something like that of our own.”

The reason why music directors go abroad to record orchestral music is that what takes two months of effort in India can be completed with foreign orchestras in four days, he says. “There’s so much perfection the way they approach music and translate notes. It used to be there in my Dad’s generation but it’s not there anymore.”

Rahman probably knows he’s responsible for more and more music directors slanting towards technology-based music. But there’s only so much you can do with technology and nothing can match the feel of listening to a live orchestra.

“Our source of entertainment has always been monopolised by films but there’s a different kind of entertainment too: Orchestral music which is on the other side of art. If we educate our people, we could get that into the mainstream,” he explains.

Orchestral sound is probably the future of film music, if we take a cue from original soundtracks from Hollywood and trust Rahman to understand its importance.

As the founder Principal of KM Conservatory, Rahman has pulled all strings and created an advisory panel consisting of a repertoire of veteran musicians, both Indian and Western.

The conservatory received about 250 applications since the announcement on his birthday.

Rahman’s says that he’s not even started calculating the cost of the project. “We’re just putting everything we have. God willing, we will have our own campus in two years. I have a place in mind that is about three to five acres, a quiet kind of environment where there will be music and not car horns,” he says.

Apart from visiting faculty from all around the world and guidance from veteran musicians, the students will have special classes from Rahman himself.

“I am doing just two films a year, so I guess I should have all the time,” he smiles.

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Rahman’s pillars of support

As honorary advisor and member of the panel, classical violinist Dr.L.Subramaniam says: “It is a courageous bold brilliant start. It’s going to give a lot of opportunities to groom our own talent and give them adequate exposure to other cultures through a holistic approach to music.”

Also part of the panel of experts is Hindustani classical veteran Ghulam Mustafa Khan who expressed his solidarity saying that Rahman had pulled off what he had only thought about. “I am with him. And will always be,” he said in Hindi.

Srinivas Krishnan, founder of the Global Rhythms ensemble, recalls how it started: “It was way back in 2003 when he spelt out what he had in his heart. I was fortunate that many of my students were at his studio collaborating with him.”

T. Selvakumar, Managing Director of KM Music Conservatory and Apple-certified Audio Media Education, tells us that the first batch will start in June 2008 with an intake of 150 students. The conservatory will have three different kinds of courses: a part-time two-times-a-week preparatory programme that anyone can join, a foundation course for beginners and a diploma course. “All admissions are through auditions only,” says Selvakumar.

For more information and announcements, visit arrahman.com or audiomedia.in.

Thotta: Like a bullet through your brain

March 7, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Action
Director: Selvaa
Cast: Jeevan, Priyamani, Santhanabarathy, Sampath Raj, Livingston
Storyline: A gangster has to choose between loyalty to those who raised him and his lady love who wants to be a cop.
Bottomline: As standardised as a bullet in a magazine.

There’s not a chance in hell will you forget you watched Thotta.

Selvaa’s idea of making Thotta unforgettable is by making every character say Thotta at least once in every line said in the movie, if not every shot. So it does have a killing effect. Only that by the time you hear it for the hundredth time before interval, you are already dead.

Like that’s not enough, he further goes on to stretch the Thotta-Thupaaki (Bullet-Gun) analogy to groan-inducing levels of repetition and re-iteration. First, the hitman is only as good as the bullet fired by the gun and then, the obvious rejoinder by the hero: that the gun is no good without the bullet.

To continue with that analogy, bullets are replaced after every shot is fired or misfired and that’s exactly been the case with Tamil film heroes this season. The prototype for the season is the gun-toting gangster.

The miracle of cinema is that whether it is Narain or Vikram or Jeevan, it creates an level-playing ground for them to don exactly the same role – What Narain played in Chithiram Pesudadi a couple of years ago, Vikram does in Bheema (though Bheema is original to the extent that it is at least a bold throwback to Brokeback Mountain with our own cowboy gangster tattooing his lover’s name on his chest as a story about a gangster torn between his love for a man and a girl, caught between guns and roses… and pricks and blossoms) and now, Jeevan does that here with great sincerity.

Just like how Bheema was about the second-generation vigilante and the relevance of the prototype in today’s context when the system is all-powerful and does not discriminate against the good bad guy with the gun and the bad bad guy with the gun, Thotta takes the life of an unabashedly evil hitman who kills and makes him fall in love with the good side of life (through the girl who wants to be a cop).

Today, the system finds means beyond the book to get rid of those who break the law under the garb of chance encounter killings. So yes, it does seem very fascinating when the lines blur between good and evil and between those who uphold the law and those who break it. But how many movies do we see with the same story, characters and structure?

To Selvaa’s credit, Jeevan as Thotta underplays quite a bit without over-reacting to situations (except when the dubbing artiste goes over the top in a couple of places) and at least at the story level, the film and the hero get the end they deserve. But not before stuntmen fly around in wires through the jungle. Not before there are half a dozen songs with lyrics like ‘Life is love, love is life,’ each of them sounding suspiciously familiar like a really bad Hindi song interlude from the nineties.

Priyamani does okay but needs to hire a professional stylist, a costume designer and a dubbing artist (especially if that’s her real voice) while Jeevan needs to dub his films himself if he wants to retain his brand of subtlety. The support characters – played by Sampathraj, Livingston, Santhanabarathy, Thalaivasal Vijay and Charanraj – will make it to the great book of clichés and you can’t help but feel sorry for these actors who rarely get a role that lets them explore a few shades and a character graph that takes them places. If that’s the case with the support roles, you can imagine the quality of acting demanded from the Extras. Special mention to those four constables who, in a close-mid shot, cry when the cops say unmentionable things to the girl’s family. They made my day.

Overall, Thotta is racy for most parts, sprinting through the motions we have seen a hundred times before and yet continue to see only because our heroes give us no choice.

Only for the bored and the desperate.

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