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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

    ★★★✩✩
    “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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    Gurgaon
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    Hyderabad (January 27)

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Archive For November, 2009

Kill the stars, bring back the actors

November 30, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Let’s start with the one of the most used devices in Tamil cinema
– the Flashback. It will help us understand the hero better.
Year 1999.

After the invasion of cable TV in the nineties, housewives turned captive to the charms of the idiot box. The cinemas of the North and South acted in diametrically opposite ways. Hindi cinema went abroad, chasing the NRI.

Meanwhile, Tamil cinema took to the streets because only the poor and the wayward (the population that didn’t particularly like staying at home) frequented the cinemas. Only a Kamal Haasan comedy or a rare Padayappa would drag family audiences to the movie hall.

As filmmaker Saran once observed, the audience in the cinema halls was all-male… and you know how much the boys love a little sex and a lot of violence.

The Tamil film hero had turned into a full-blown rowdy. He could send ten guys flying with a single blow. He loved to stalk, sexually harass women and would occasionally give the heroine lessons on how to dress.

Javed Akhtar, during an interview, remarked that the Hindi film hero was turning self-centred. It was no longer about the society, but about the individual. The hero was busy wooing the girl, sorting out his relationship woes and later went serial-kissing women, including some who were already married.

By contrast, the Tamil film hero still stood up for the people when
provoked. Superstar film plots were rehashed again and again. Captain Vijaykanth continued to make films for the rural centres, Sarathkumar began to experiment once in a while, Satyaraj bravely went full-on arthouse and, Prabhu returned to do weighty character-roles.

During the first half of the decade, Tamil cinema shamelessly
celebrated the hero and new matinee idols were born. Vijay, Ajith and Vikram together sent hundreds of stuntmen flying and once they became popular, they came with a premium for producers and rarely did anything remotely offbeat.

Meanwhile, Hindi films turned their attention to multi-starrers and
scouted around for fresh stories and newer conflicts, rarely
succeeding but at least, filmmakers tried. A new breed of multiplex
films was born and corporates were encouraged to put their money on newcomers.

Tamil cinema saw the arrival of a fresh batch of filmmakers
responsible for making stars out of actors – directors including
Saran, Bala, Dharani, Ameer, Selvaraghavan, Murugadoss, Linguswamy and Gautham Menon who believed in their script more than the star. And there were those (like Perarasu, Ramana and Hari) who continued to hero-worship the star.

The seniors Mani Ratnam, Shankar, K.S. Ravikumar and Cheran continued doing what they did best and succeeded with great consistency while the ruling demi-gods Rajni and Kamal made a conscious effort to stay clear of formula and experiment with offbeat scripts. They set a fine example for the younger breed of actors like Suriya, Madhavan and Dhanush who followed their path of alternating commercial films with offbeat roles. Simbu seems to have a taken a cue too signing up with Gautham Menon and Prashanth is set to make a comeback with an offbeat
role.

The young and the brave pioneered Tamil cinema’s foray into the road less travelled during the second half of the decade that saw the arrival of Venkat Prabhu, Vishnuvardhan, Mysskin and Sasikumar.

Encouraged by the cinema produced and promoted by Shankar and Prakash Raj, talented filmmakers such as Balaji Sakthivel and Radhamohan flourished and the script once again turned hero.
For want of stars to back these scripts, filmmakers turned actors
following the example set by Cheran and S.J.Suryah. With scripts back in focus, half a dozen women filmmakers (Janaki Viswanathan, Priya V, Anita Udeep, Gayathri Pushkar, Nandhini JS, Madhumita) got a break.

As stars churned out flops, the business became risky and distributors turned wary of Minimum Guarantee. Ironically, this only made it more difficult for films without stars to be sold.

Film families saw this as an opportunity to launch a new generation of stars – Jeeva, Vishal and Jayam Ravi – who were open to the idea of doing script-based films.

To add to the list of problems including escalating star salaries,
production and marketing costs, increasing cost of popcorn,
old-fashioned policies on satellite and video rights and the lack of
takers for script-based films, the film business continues to be
plagued by pirates. No visible solution seems to be in sight.
But there are some problems that can be fixed.

Observes Anjum Rajabali, professional screenwriter and Department Head of Screenwriting at Film and Television Institute of India, Pune and Whistling Woods, Mumbai: “Flops are always attributed to every other reason other than the script. It’s like the elephant in the room. Nobody wants to admit that the film failed because of a bad script.”

The inherent problem with star-based cinema is that the star wants to play a character so powerful that there can be nothing that can affect him. The hero cannot be slapped since it amounts to blasphemy and villains are reduced to caricatures. The hero’s journey is, well, a cake-walk.

It’s high-time filmmakers and actors realised the importance of
conflict in storytelling. The greater the struggle, the greater the
glory. The sweet is not as sweet without the sour. The hero must get knocked down so that he can get up again.

But the Tamil movie star is too busy counting his money, perennially scared of losing his market. Unless he remembers the way back to the road that brought him all the way, he will continue to be lost and films will continue to flop.

Let’s have more films like Chennai 600028, Paruthiveeran, Mozhi and Subramaniapuram. Let the filmmaker make the film he wants to make. Let the director call the shots, please.

(Have removed the list of films because people seem to assume these were good films despite the Disclaimer!)

A day in the life of Metro Plus: All play, all work

November 27, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

“Ready to get trounced?”
“Oh! you can’t beat a midget playing TT.”
“I’ll make you eat mud!”
“I can stick the bat up my socks and still beat you.”

Over-confidence takes its toll and the loser gracefully admits in a
part-Kung-Fu-Panda-part-Balls-of-Fury Chinese accent: “Your master
Shifu taught you well, Gweilo!”

Since it hasn’t been clearly proven who is a better player (Ahem!
Also, because this is my story), we won’t get into the specifics.

Let’s just say there’s just one regular winner – Prince Frederick,
affectionately referred to as Master Shifu – who can beat even Boss
when he really sets his mind to it. And you can tell when that
happens. Prince becomes a picture of concentration, becomes
extra-competitive, a far cry from the saintly Master who throws away
matches just to encourage us.

Shonali learnt TT in school but still, even if occasionally, loses to
those of us whom she claims to have taught.

Divya “Why-do-people-think-I-am-a-boy-reading-my-byline?” Kumar who
picked up the game around the same time as me too manages to beat me
most of the time.

Hence, my favourite whipping target is Priyadarshini Paitandy, the
youngest of the lot, who until a few weeks ago hadn’t beaten any of
us. But these days, even if rarely, she manages to do to us Goliaths
what little David did. Damn! I need to go to office more often to
practice.

“Shows how much TT you guys have been playing,” as Boss observes,
after losing that rare match to Prince.

One hour ago.

The weekly Saturday Metro Plus meeting is on.

Kritika Reddy, who runs the Metro Plus Chennai Desk, has a printout
that lists out the stories we filed the previous week. It’s like that
report card Shonali would have liked to hide back in school when she
flunked yet again. (What? She never flunked? Too bad. This is my
story.)

Quiet Prince always tops the class, having filed the most number of
stories given his weekly commitments (the columns: Man and Machine,
Things People Keep, Mush Register) apart from his regular set of
stories on birds and eccentric people. Always missing from all our
social outings, this workaholic has a standard mock excuse: “A married
man has many problems”.

Understandably, Boss is always pleased with Prince, especially since
he takes on the burden of that Memories of Madras column that requires
us younglings to be familiar with achievers over the age of 65.

Divya too cheerily chips in for that column makes some of us want to
rename the supplement as Retro Plus on Wednesdays. Any event on art,
music or books, you can be pretty much sure it’s geek-loving Divya
who’s covering it. When she’s not writing, she sways randomly, sighs,
pokes people around and remains indecisive about any party plans the
girls make with her.

Shonali has her plate full with food for her weekly column The
Reluctant Gourmet, apart from the regular restaurant, book reviews and
theatre features. Let’s just say it may not be a good idea to
accompany her to over half the hangouts in the city if you don’t like
spit in your food. Notorious for her ‘fowl’ mouth, she hates birds and
believes that the only way to enjoy nature is to, well, eat it.

Paitandy giggles full-time when she’s not colour-coordinating her
wardrobe before every assignment and prepares to shop for sun-screen,
lip glosses and Fendi umbrellas even if she’s just been asked to check
whether it’s raining or not. When Miss ‘Parrys’ Hilton is not too busy
with her desk-work and learning profanity from friendly auto-drivers,
she also does trend stories and celebrity interviews, standing in for
Kritika who has been covering fashion for over a decade.

During the meetings, Shiv Kumar, who co-ordinates stories for Metro
Weekend, brainstorms for city-bred personalities we can feature on the
cover. Everyone gives a list of stories planned for the week, along
with intended deadlines and not all stories suggested make the cut
because Boss is a tough-to-please connoisseur of high art (and Fine
Wine… ok, that’s a shameless plug for his fortnightly column on
Metro Weekend).

And every morning, the desk waits for the promised stories to arrive.

Now, this editing team takes on the responsibility to clean up, assign
captions and headlines to stories hurriedly sent in at the last
minute, often leading to some tense moments that ultimately require
the Boss to intervene, make peace or pull up the defaulter.

By one p.m, the page is laid out and sent for printing. The stories
are also simultaneously sent to the Internet Desk with photo options.
While the writers then breathe easy, the desk begins every post-lunch
session planning the page for the next day, laying out those few
stories that have miraculously arrived on time.

Okay, why does this seem to lack the detail associated with our
regular A Day in the Life Of… column?

The truth is, the author rarely gets to work before the team packs up
for the day. So he wouldn’t, for the love of God, know how things
work.

It’s Saturday again. Another meeting, another brainstorming session.
And I have been asked to write this since everyone else has serious
work to do.

One hour later.

“I am gonna introduce you to a world of pain… You are going down!”
“Oh yeah? Bring it on”
“Eat this, Joker. The Bat-man’s in the house.”
eom

Jail: What wrong did we do?

November 11, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama

Director: Madhur Bhandarkar

Cast: Neil Nitin Mukesh, Mughda Godse, Manoj Bajpayee, Atul Kulkarni

Storyline: A young man wrongly sent to prison learns to cope and survive

Bottomline: No bottoms were harmed in the film. Many in the screening though.

The Bhandarkar formula continues, this time with surprisingly less
perversion than usual. Yes, though it is a relief to watch a Madhur
Bhandarkar film set in prison without a sequence where the hero
unwittingly drops the soap and loses his er… innocence of course,
there’s nothing in it that you already didn’t know.

Another newcomer enters the world of *insert name of film* and learns about its workings, its ugly side involving stereotypes involved in assorted perversions you have heard about, struggles to cope with the system and finally learns to survive in the environment. The protagonist loses more than he gains before he finds his peace in life or death.

Since I am tired of repeating what I have to say for every Bhandarkar film, here’s a wholesale review of some of the films we can expect from him in the future.

Bathroom: An illiterate unemployed youth/abandoned old man takes up the job of a janitor in a multiplex/five-star hotel and slowly gets a ringside view of the dirty, stinking underbelly of deprivation and perversion beneath all that gloss and sheen. Someone’s got to clean the system but what if the function of the system itself is to be soiled. A system whose destiny is to be used and abused by the rich, the frustrated and the constipated. How long can our protagonist take it before events reach a flush-point?

Bollywood: I spy an autobiography here. A struggling filmmaker comes to Mumbai with hopes of making realistic films on the lives of strugglers. He ends up replacing one formula with another and
surrenders to the workings of the big bad world of showbiz. Soon, he’s accused of deploying casting couches, waits for the matter to die down before making another hypocritical film replete with racist stereotypes. In Jail, we learn that for every nine Muslim criminals who will not reform, there is one kind-hearted Muslim murderer!

Gym: A married couple, a thin man and a fat woman join a gym to look good and save their marriage. Soon, he starts pumping iron, aspires for a six-pack while she strives for a size zero figure. She has an affair with the gym instructor and he realises he was gay all along. They both become drug addicts, take to steroids, become super-model good-looking and lose their morals. The guy dies because of drug overdose and side-effects and the woman battles her demons at the rehab only to end up fatter than before. She decides to go for liposuction and enters Hospital – The sequel to Gym.

Post Office: An old postman shunted to a desk job a decade ago now licks stamps for a living. He suffers from withdrawal symptoms when stamps that need to be licked are replaced with computerised systems that generate stickers. Nobody can relate to him anymore. He hopelessly watches young couples foreplay over SMS, have sex over the phone and he’s heart-broken when he catches his wife cheat on him over a video-chat. His longing for touch and feel of the brick and mortar world culminates in frustration when he strangles his wife with his bare hands after breaking a brick over her head. On her death, all their relatives get a telegram. Killed Wife. Stop. Killing Myself. Stop. Save Post. Stop. Email. Stop.

Cemetry: A grave-digger is on the verge of a personal landmark. He has performed the final rites for 24,999 dead people when the system calls for his retirement, insisting his services are no longer required because of his age. The world around has changed. The cemetery is to give way to a shopping mall. The man is shattered for he has had a lifelong relationship with a ghost – a girl who keeps him company until late in the night. So digs a grave and arranges to bury himself and unite with his lover. The film ends with a shot of the epitaph: You can take my life away from me. But you can’t take my spirit. Ab Tak Pachees. RIP.

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