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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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3 Idiots: Aal Izz Swell!

December 26, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Remember how filmmakers used to give us aural cues on when to cry at the movies?

Yes, the one we still remember from Kabhi Khushi Gham Gham (Lata Mangeshkar’s haunting voice going ‘Aaa aaa aaaa?) also employed in other Johar-Chopra flicks. Rajkumar Hirani is the new carrier of that beacon of manipulative melodrama and I say that with great gratitude to Hirani and team. Lata Mangeshkar has been replaced by Shreya Ghoshal.

Over the last few years, filmmakers seemed to have lost their flair for drama. It was either muted and understated Farhan Akhtar style or pretentious cool deadpan from the Sanjay Gupta factory. It was either way over the top by the likes of Anil Sharma and camp or expressed through brooding intensity by Ram Gopal Varma’s ilk.

Good old tear-jerking drama with feel-good that we last saw only in the Munnabhai series is back. Now, Hirani is more Karan Johar than Johar himself used to be.

3 Idiots is your good old Hindi film that milks the Navrasas steeped in the Indian ethos and storytelling culture to make you laugh, cry, think and provoke. A forgotten tradition that only Bhansali, Johar and Hirani carry on.

For that reason alone, 3 Idiots is one of the best films this year.

Read the full review here.

Avatar: An Instant Classic

December 18, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

When does a film become a philosophy?

When does a creator become God?

When does a work of art become a miracle?

When does a dream become so real that we can almost reach out and touch it?

Read the full review here.

Rocket Singh: This Singh is King

December 18, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama
Director: Shimit Amin
Cast: Ranbir Kapoor, Naveen Kaushik, Mukesh Bhatt, Santosh D, Shazahn Padamsee, Gauahar Khan, Prem Chopra and Manish Chaudhari
Storyline: A simple honest sales trainee does a little con to show the big bad world of sales that you can make it big the right way.
Bottomline: One of the best… if not the best film of the Year!

A good writer is a salesman who sells us characters and also makes us buy the odds they are fighting.

In Khosla Ka Ghosla, Jaideep Sahni convinced the odd-ball middle-class characters, one by one, about a con to beat the land-shark at his own game. In Bunty aur Babli, two middle-class protagonists, conned the rich and corrupt and won fans, one game at a time.

In Chak De India, a middle-class hockey coach, won over the rebels in the team, one by one. We saw that happen again in Aaja Nachle when Sahni got Madhuri Dixit to convince the middle-class small-towners to protect their art and heritage, one at a time.

And now, Sahni makes the sale of his career by showing us how the Great Indian Middle Class values can be employed to bring honesty to the way we make our money, even in the ruthless rat-eat-rat, man-eat-dog world.

No better partner to make this sale than the astute Shimit Amin. Shimit is never too worried about the time he takes to tell his story and gives the characters the space they need to breathe and come alive, even if it means delaying the cut by a few seconds more. He knows exactly when to let expressions do the talking and how to keep us hooked with just dialogue. No heightened melodrama or manipulative music, just people speaking their mind. It’s refreshing how Shimit and Sahni tell us their stories, without ever resorting or needing the song and dance.

As a result, Rocket may not live up to its name as far as pace goes but that’s the point. Let’s slow down, not lose focus and do it the right way – to hell with conventions, tricks and gimmicks to tell a story. The Indian audience didn’t ask for six-packs and size zeros, there are still people who will watch a Ramayan re-run all over again.

For years, our stories have been about doing good and fighting our battles the right way.

Even if it takes off from what Jerry Maguire and his mentor Dicky Fox stood for (“The key to the job is personal relationships”), this film beats with an Indian heart.

Rocket Singh is as intimate and layered as films get.

Yes, Rocket does employ types but when have we had a Sikh hero in our films as an epitome of the ‘Work is Worship’ values the faith stands for? You don’t get a Sikh hero by naming a film Singh is Kingh.

What happens to the spirit of entrepreneurship in a country whose work ethic has been colonised by target-defined competitive MNCs, a country where too many people want to bell the CAT and private MBAs are out of bounds?

Unable to afford an MBA with his 38 per cent aggregate, Harpreet Singh (Ranbir) gets a job at AYS, a company that sells assembled computers founded by the experienced entrepreneur Puri (Manish Chaudhari) and learns that he’s a misfit, too straight for the way business is done.

Suffice to say that Rocket is about a sales trainee selling his work ethic to his boss.

Unlike Ashutosh in Swades, the makers here do not want to take the preachy, idealistic way out. Harpreet Singh is flawed. He does not have the conviction or the courage to quit and start his business fresh from Day One. He’s street-smart and honest but knows he’s doing something fundamentally wrong by floating an undercover company of his own from right under the nose of his parent company.

Ranbir is on a roll and he lives this role that’s sure to be one of his best performances ever. The ensemble is solid. Puri (Manish Chaudhari) is not the villain, the way he does his business is and the actor is a credible embodiment of today’s corporate culture. Naveen Kaushik, Mukesh Bhatt and Santosh D are all equally good that it’s impossible to single any one of them out for best supporting actor. Never have we seen a supporting actress (Gauahar Khan) get more footage than the girl our hero is love with (Shazahn Padamsee).

Like all its publicity, the film makes its case with a refreshing understatement. Only a team with confidence in its sincerity could have done this. The writing is fantastic and that alone merits it a watch. “Aap Jaise Ban Na Saka, Lekin Main Banda Ban Gaya” or “Abhi Tak Ande Si Nikla Nahin, Aur Tujhe Butter Chicken Banna hai?” Seriously, we haven’t seen such beautiful lines laced in lovely Hindi in a while.

So here comes the honest film. Now comes a more pertinent question. What are you going to do when an honest film comes your way?

Paa: Amitabh Bachchpan

December 13, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama

Director: R. Balki

Cast: Amitabh Bachchan, Abhishek Bachchan, Vidya Balan, Paresh Rawal

Storyline: A 12-year-old progeria patient meets his Dad and proves that child is the father of man

Bottomline: Bachchan does not need to try this hard. We already love him.

As the film ended, a hall full of people rose to applaud and I sat there cringing in my seat.

I was/still am in the minority of people for whom Amitabh Bachchan as 12-year-old Auro just did not work.

Don’t get me wrong, I am a huge Bachchan fan and I think nobody else would ever fill out the shoes of India’s longest ruling Superstar.

Nor am I even suggesting that Paa is a bad film or that Auro is a poorly etched out character. Far from it.

Balki proves once again that he’s one of the smartest writer-directors around. He tells us another unusual story on age dynamics… This time, an unlikely father-son relationship. Unlikely because the child here looks like the father of the man. Quite literally. And there lies the problem.

You cannot make a film about the child being the father of man by simply casting the father as the child, no matter how brilliant the actor is. More so if the point is to show that the child is the father of the man.

Amitabh Bachchan is God. He shouldn’t be a Clown. It’s blasphemy; casting him in this role is like making him play Clown.

Auro is supposed to be 12-year-old child whose aging process is accelerated. One would then expect to see a child who looks like a frail old man and NOT an old man behaving like a child. There’s a fine line between the two and this is why Amitabh Bachchan as Auro is a huge casting mistake. How poignant and credible it would have been if it were Darsheel Safary (or someone his age) made to look scarily old with no eyebrows or hair and scaly skin!

This takes us back to why Balki made this film. It wasn’t because he wanted to tell us a story about a Progeria patient. He wanted to see Big B play son to Junior Bachchan. That was it. Everything else, including the make-up stunt, was an excuse to arrive at this casting coup even if it means that Bachchan is going to look like half a Zoozoo!

So if you are going into the hall expecting nothing else but just this delicious prospect of watching your favourite Superstar play a boy and his real life son cast as his Dad, you will be thoroughly entertained. You are already sold on the concept. Maybe we love our superstars unconditionally. We just want excuses to celebrate them. Paa is one such opportunity.

But if you are, like yours truly, not at all convinced about a 6-foot-3-inch-tall 67-year-old man play a 12-year-old and then go in to find him covered in prosthetic make-up and watch him talk in a faux child voice, it is a little distracting. You KNOW it’s Bachchan in there. Progeria patients are of short stature, not twice the height of kids in the class. They surely don’t have voter’s ink on the middle finger. Physicality and voice are crucial aspects of casting.

As Sergeant Lincoln Osiris, (Robert Downey Jr. in Tropic Thunder) told fellow actor Tugg Speedman (Ben Stiller) after the film called Simple Jack, “You never go full retard.”

With an animated voice that tries hard to be cute, Bachchan is in ‘Simple Jack’ territory, especially towards the obvious end when you half-expect him to say: “Goodbye mama, now I can have ice cream in heaven! I’ll see you again tonight when I go to bed in my head movies.” Heh!

Towering over everybody, Bachchan Senior, the fine world-class make-up notwithstanding, is bit of a stretch as Auro but he makes up for it with fantastic body language and posture, employing his eyes to speak more effectively than his voice.

Considering that Bachchan as Auro is Mission Impossible, he does the job to the best of his ability and the effort is phenomenal indeed… However, this character needed someone half his height and weight, with a genuine child-like voice.

Abhishek exudes charisma as the dynamic politician, rocking the intense scenes with his brand of understatement and conviction even in the film’s most ridiculous scene where he teaches the Electronic Media a lesson by buying a slot in Doordarshan!

Gorgeous Vidya Balan plays a yummy Mummy, absolutely solid in her wonderfully etched out role. This is the best she’s looked since Parineeta. The seniors Arundhati Nag and Paresh Rawal provide able support with superb dialogue delivery of those razor sharp lines.

The writing is smart, the characterisation impeccable. But for that silly crusade against the media, the narrative stays quite focussed. Ilaiyaraja haunts us with some of his familiar melodies and Balki relies on P.C.Sreeram’s clever framing to hide Bachchan’s height in many of the scenes.

Though likeable, manipulative Paa ends exactly as you predicted it. If you cry at the movies quite easily, get ready to be choked.

And please, please forgive the guys cringing in their seats.

The Art & Science of Storytelling

December 2, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

The good thing about putting up my film That Four Letter Word online is that I continue to get at least two emails every week (this, three years after the film released) giving me feedback. Given it’s a film I’ve long left behind, I mail back everyone who writes in promptly and thank them no matter what they have to say about the film.

Whatever it was, good or bad, it’s a film that made me a director.

Hence, I always find it a little arrogant when I introduce myself as a filmmaker… I mean are we, the “filmmakers”, really that powerful – or just plain stupid – to believe we MAKE the film?

A film gets made because a lot of people put their heart and soul and of course, loads of money and time into it and we the makers, rarely notice the personality of the film that’s emerging out of these collective efforts during the making of it. Not all of it was conceived or intended by the creator or the maker of the film.

With the benefit of hindsight, I can say that a film acquires a much more powerful personality and dimension than originally envisioned by the storyteller. It’s only when we observe and learn from this natural, organic process – of how the idea became a story that became a screenplay that finally became a film – we begin to understand the art and science of storytelling.

And hence my theory: Film makes filmmaker. Filmmaker does not make film.

No, I am not going to talk about That Four Letter Word… Suffice to say it was written by a 22-year-old writer, made by a 24-year-old, shelved and remade all over again by a 27-year-old. Now that I am 32, I can laugh at the innocence of the boy who decided to become a filmmaker because he wanted to tell the world the story of his life and friends for the stupidest of reasons. (If you are new to this blog, there’s more on that here and you can download my film from  Part 1 Part 2 and Endcredits)

That out of the way, the rationale behind this post is to put some of my thoughts online lest I forget or lose them forever, given my bachelor-pad memory.

There are filmmakers who decide they can tell any story and then scout for stories to tell. For these storytellers, stories are just containers of entertainment. And they make what can broadly be classified as mainstream commercial cinema.

And there are people, like me, who make films only because of an intrinsic need to get a story or thought of their system… Films as expression. Often classified as art-house fare.

Now, it’s not that entertaining films can’t have artistic expression or films made as artistic expression cannot contain entertainment. Smart storytellers have always found a way to mix what they want to say and what people want to hear and do full justice to the story.

We’ve heard filmmakers often say “There’s no art cinema or mainstream cinema. There’s only good cinema or bad cinema,” and have agreed with them because there are so many good commercial films we love to watch over and over again and so many arty-farty pretentious films out there we want to avoid.

Parallel to this art versus entertainment debate runs an equally relevant debate on whether storytelling is an art or a science with the ever-growing dependence on technology.

Screenwriter John Truby has this software called Blockbuster that will help you put your raw materials for the story, characters and sub-plots together BEFORE you start writing your screenplay. Sreenwriters type away gloriously on Final Draft believing that it’s scientific because you are using a computer to write a film.

I believe these debates – Films: Art or Entertainment AND Is Storytelling an art of science – are not just connected but are essentially responsible for the other debate to exist. In these debates, I found my path, my key to effective storytelling.

What you want to say and want people want to hear is a heart versus head conflict and a truly great story is born when there is no heart versus head conflict. When people want to hear what you want to say.

Now, I’m a man of science. Not atheist, agnostic. I did my Masters in Science (Communication) and have always believed that there’s a lot of science to communication and expression. With the right elements, devices and tools, you can convince people about anything on the planet, we were taught.

Which is why I find the answer to my questions on storytelling strangely spiritual.

Now, we all know that a movie has to move you and entertain you along the way.
A story needs to strike a chord somewhere and connect to the audience.

Though this can be manipulated scientifically, we all know that the more successful films have had something intrinsically powerful within to trigger off those tear-glands without their actors resorting to glycerine-induced allergy.

Which means you need to have something to say first and though this can be constructed or assembled or borrowed or inspired BUT unless you feel strongly about it, what you want to say, has no heart of its own. Once this story has a heart, it can be told scientifically.

I know this may again sound like a formula but it isn’t really.

The story needs to be all-heart (artistic expression) and the telling needs to be all-head (science of entertaining).

The problem with most of our films is that they are scientifically put together with a bunch of guys saying: “Let’s make a film like…” and then they talk about spontaneity and art when it comes to writing that screenplay down.

Science is about manipulation and as people get more cinema-literate (it doesn’t take too much these days to acquire foreign films or read books on the Hero’s Journey across cultures), they tend to know when they are being manipulated. Some of us willingly surrender to the likes of Karan Johar and Sanjay Leela Bhansali while some of us are annoyed at the audacity of the filmmaker to trying to manipulate our emotions.

Now, the story and the telling (the narrative) need to be one and the same, in perfect harmony, to force the audience into submission and that’s the challenge for every screenwriter.

Which is why there’s science needed to flesh out even the basic story and artistic touches needed to empower the narrative. The basic idea of the film, the heart, should be so powerful that it captivates and overshadows the individual vision of the cast and crew to such an extent that even at some subconscious level, they are helping the core idea reach its self-actualizing potential.

The Spirit of Lagaan by Satyajit Bhatkal takes us through this fascinating journey of how one man’s vision made ordinary people do things they would’ve never ever done all their lives, risking marriage, punishing conditions and their careers, of course.

We as directors are just facilitators, mere guardians of the bright idea when we find one. We just need to look within to find this idea… One that makes us feel alive, one that gives us a new sense of purpose. Then, we need to go all out to protect this idea. If we fail to direct it, will be punished. If we do it right, the idea will reward us and bequeath us the title of the “Filmmaker”… the creator.

Which brings me to the biggest grouse I have with our film business. It’s the duty of a filmmaker to respect the script, not the star.

We spend over 40-50 per cent of the budget in star salaries and the rest in assembling elements to worship the star. The ritual of song and dance and stunt sequences continues till date! How will movies not flop?

Joseph Campbell can take a flying fuck, the Hero’s Journey (especially in the cinemas of the South heads just one way: Up, up and up…) The Hero is unassailable, infallible. He cannot be slapped, he cannot fail or fall because the directors/stars believe that the audience sees God in Him. When did we last see a solid villain who made life a living hell for the hero?

Personally, I don’t see anything wrong with star-based cinema provided the director understands the importance of giving the script the due…

Like I wrote in my review of the last decade of Tamil cinema, give the hero a real conflict. Get him knocked down so that he can get up again. Bring back those powerful villains. Let the heroes have their arses kicked, let them fight odds.

I don’t have a problem with all commercial cinema. I have a problem with bad commercial cinema, poor scripts and stories that are best left untold. I don’t have a problem with stories that have been told, I have a problem with those stories told the same way all over again.

Stories are about a conflict. The stronger the conflict, the better the story.

Which is why the Wachowski Brothers kick ass. They nailed one of the most defining conflicts our generation has seen: Humans versus Machines. As more men are trained to be machines, and machines tend to do pretty much everything humans can do and better, where does that leave us frail humans?

Even in an out-and-out action film, Ninja Assassin had to survive a near death experience (again, hats off to you, Joseph Campbell) before he overcame his odds.

There’s a lesson to learn from Ninja. You could train all you want… You could show fantastic work discipline, play by the book, live by rules laid down by the masters but unless you got a heart… And a mind of your own…. the tricks, the technology, the stars, the budgets, the crew – none of it will really matter.

Let’s put our heart out there for the world to see.

Let’s not get fooled into believing that we can make films. Let’s submit to the power of thought in pursuit of a truly great idea to deliver us as filmmakers.

Let’s get back to the basics of storytelling. Tell a story and enjoy telling it in a way they will enjoy. They must know every single detail of the story by the end of it so that they can go and retell it to the world. They must want to hang out in that world you’ve created and bond with your characters.

In the words of my idol Cameron Crowe:

“I think I want them to feel like the characters are real, cause the movies I’ve loved are ones where the characters are so real to me that I feel like I know them and I miss them. And I feel like I know Fran Kubelik from The Apartment – I do, I know her, to the point that when I see Shirley MacLaine in another movie, I go, “That’s Fran!” And I love it, and I have been oddly satisfied a few times in some of the movies I’ve made that the actor has matched the character to the point where they live. And John Cusack was that guy (Lloyd Dobler) – and he is. It’s the thing that when he acted it, it came to life and that’s my favorite thing; like if Kate Hudson is able to twirl and for a moment be a character that you believe is real, Penny Lane…it’s the coolest.”

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.

A. R. Rahman’s Jai Ho Concert

October 13, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

How long would you be gone if you were to step out of home for a concert? Twelve hours, if you had set out for the MARG’s ‘Jai Ho’ concert in aid of Shakti Foundation and A.R. Rahman Foundation on Sunday. Because, about 70,000 Rahmaniacs had decided to brave the journey that took them about 100 km out of the city — to MARG Swarnabhoomi — from where Rahman took them for an out-of-the-world experience over a span of three-and-a-half hours.

Read the full report of the concert here.

Wake Up Sid: All about loving your ‘lovings’

October 13, 2009 · by sudhishkamath

Years ago, Karan Johar made a film with a tag-line that went: “It’s all about loving your parents,” a line that went on to be made fun of in popular culture (Remember Ram Gopal Varma’s dig in Company: “It’s all about loving your lovings”) given the sheer corniness of it all.

Finally, Karan Johar comes of age and seems to have made that film (even if he only produced it) that’s more honest to that tag-line. The love story that really works and gives Wake Up Sid its emotional integrity is not the one involving the hero and the leading lady, but the one involving him and his parents.

“Shut up, Mom,” slacker Sid (Ranbir Kapoor) blasts his Mom (Supriya Pathak), remains unapologetic about it when confronted by his Dad (Anupam Kher) and storms out of his house halfway into the film.

That’s the scene when the central conflict plays out and yet it never even remotely feels like Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham. Not even when he meets them later with remorse. No trace of melodrama.

Yes, Johar did show progress by producing the delightfully subversive homosexual-embracing Kal Ho Na Ho and Dostana reducing the drama quotient in his films gradually but let’s face it, those were still larger-than-life yuppy comedies cloaked in designer-wear.

We have to admit there’s still a tinge of that exaggeration in Wake Up Sid when director Ayan Mukerji magically transforms a cobweb-infested flat into a stylishly-furnished studio apartment over a musical montage but the rest of this light-hearted coming-of-age romance drama is decidedly more Farhan Akhtar than Karan Johar.

Read the rest of it here.

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