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    “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

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    “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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Detective Byomkesh Bakshi: Case of the missing opium

April 3, 2015 · by sudhishkamath

Director: Dibakar Banerjee

Cast: Sushant Singh Rajput, Anand Tiwari, Swastika Mukherjee, Divya Menon, Meiyang Chang, Neeraj Kabi

Rating: Liked it but*

Swastika

If cinema is the opium of the masses, with his new film, director Dibakar Banerjee shows us that he’s not the best drug dealer. Because he tends to smoke it all.

Detective Byomkesh Bakshi is an opium dream.

One moment naturalistic, and then over the top. One moment smart, and then a tad too expositional. One moment quiet, one moment heavy-metal loud. One moment for style, another for substance. One moment a thriller, and suddenly a rare moment of slapstick. Taken individually, these moments work but Banerjee’s erratic storytelling that opts for substance-influenced style over substance makes Detective Byomkesh Bakshi the curious case of lost identity with Banerjee trying to find out what kind of a filmmaker is he, when given all the money mainstream filmmakers are given and a Yash Raj Films backing.

Unless the intention itself was: “Let’s take the Bengali babu and make Bakshi as a Japanese film – but in Hindi, with anachronistic heavy metal music and English lyrics.”

You get the vibe of watching scenes from a really cool ultra-violent Japanese film in the middle of a lot of talking and until the villain shows up with his evil Amrish Puri avatar and then on, it’s a eighties Bollywood film.

The actors are all fantastic. Sushanth Singh Rajput nails it and gives us a character we look forward to if this franchise takes off and the likeable Anand Tiwari plays a great foil. The rest of the cast is fantastic too (not naming specifics to not give away the plot, twists or ending) except that the makers leave so many characters and threads hanging for long stretches of time that the inconsistencies in tone and pace gives us enough time to appreciate the detailing of painstakingly done production design, time-travel cinematography and the cool music.

It says a lot about the film when things that should ought to be invisible are unanimously praised. But this is a film let down by the guy at the helm – in writing and directing departments.

What this film needed to work was the economy of writing from the forties (and the fifties). Fewer scenes; tighter storytelling.

Average filmmakers are written about when they make good films. Great filmmakers are written about when they make average films.

Yet, Bakshi is not an average film. It’s way above average by Bollywood standards and if we were to give points for the visual and aural appeal alone, this is the film of the year. At least till Bombay Velvet comes along.

It’s the first time Banerjee has fumbled but a misstep that needs equal amount of criticism and appreciation because we want to see more of this franchise. This could be the beginning of something truly epic. It has promise, potential and the right team backing it in every department. All it needs is the captain to pull up his socks.

*My rating scale goes from: Loved it. Liked it. Liked it but. Didn’t like it. Hated it.

Birdman: The Dark Knight Surprises

January 22, 2015 · by sudhishkamath

SPOILER ALERT: This review is best read after you’ve seen the film.

The key to understanding Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu’s modern masterpiece Birdman lies in figuring out who you really are.

Are you the kind who believes nothing really matters and nothing is important? Or do you take yourself and everything around you way too seriously.

Are you the kind who is expecting to watch a superhero film given the title of this film – Birdman? Or someone who is looking for a deeper meaning (like The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance).

It is kind of redundant and futile to review Birdman because it mocks at the very idea of criticism, especially the tendency of critics to deconstruct art with a series of adjectives… Lazy labels, as Riggan Thomson (Michael Keaton better get the Oscar this year for Best Actor) the frustrated artist screams at the critic in one of the many outstanding scenes in the film.

A thing is a thing and not what is said of it, says a prominent sign in the green room that reminds you throughout the film that your opinion simply doesn’t matter.

Before we get deeper into what Inarritu has done with Birdman, it’s important to understand the context and the filmmaker’s body of work. Amores Perros, 21 Grams, Babel and Biutiful are all explorations of life and death… experiments with linearity and chronology of events as they try to examine cause and effect, the interconnectedness of the universe, deeply profound, depressing and DARK. This time, the knight of all things dark springs a surprise, like he’s finally figured it out – the Birdman is a epiphanic statement about the point of life, meaning and art, of course. A statement he makes with lots of laughs and shows us he’s so good at comedy (who would’ve thought given his dark filmography) and so effortlessly at that.

It feels like a finale because Birdman feels like the point of enlightenment and awakening of a filmmaker who after making four award-winning critically acclaimed arthouse films has finally realised that it’s not really about making something a few will appreciate before figuring out where to go for their cake and coffee when it’s over. Nobody cares these ponderings on art and meaning of life. They don’t sell popcorn. You know what sells? Pornography and comic books.

So, Innaritu’s lays it down for them simple this time, saying: All right, you lazy dumb popcorn-munching idiots, here’s a linear superhero film with a lot of laughs, told with pace, urgency and histrionics because subtlety doesn’t seem to get through your thick empty skulls. You won’t appreciate Biutiful, here’s a movie about a superhero featuring the guy who was Batman.

Not that he’s kind to the critics and the patrons of high art. To them, he says: All right, you pretentious movie snobs who are going to kill me for making a funny film because comedy is low art, here’s a pretentious little title and a few clues that will help you see the meaning you seem to be searching for, so that you can use a few more adjectives.

Which is why Birdman returns to the very basics of art – the sacred stage where it was born. Where there were no second takes. And to adapt to the form of theatre, he borrows a few techniques – like seamless start to finish cinematography (executed with a few cheat cuts, of course), a very basic drums score and the basic outline of Raymond Carver’s short story What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, the Broadway production that forms the backbone of the film, one that turns meta as the film progresses.

The cast of characters he picks for Birdman are all battling their hubris. And alter egos.

Riggan Thomson (Michael Keaton), a jaded fading star best known to be the face of the Birdman movies (Incidentally Keaton was Burton’s Batman and turned down the third film because it wasn’t dark enough) wants validation, acceptance and relevance again after turning down a profitable franchise because he just wanted to be a real actor. But he has to pay the price for his decisions. A broken family, brink of bankruptcy (caused possibly because of his health issues as hinted), a daughter he couldn’t spend time with and the fast fading aura. In his head, he’s still haunted by his jilted alter ego – the man with the Hollywood mask and superpowers, one who looks down at the ordinary people below him and one egging him to return back to the confines of the comfort suit and Hollywood mediocrity. The man in the bird suit doesn’t want this ordinary life of struggle and pursuit of meaning or art as long as he can gross billions but the man with the wig feels the need to prove himself because he wants to be remembered (Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett died the same day but nobody remembers Farrah, he says)

Mike Shiner (Edward Norton who plays this so flawlessly without a single false note or a wrong beat) is a popular Broadway actor – the audience loves him, so do the critics. And he doesn’t really care about what they think. He’s seems like the anti-thesis to Riggan because he doesn’t need validation. He already has, he wants to mine deeper for realism on stage because that’s the only place he finds himself at home – at pretense. When he is pretending to be someone else. In real life, he has no identity or drive. He likes to life in a world of pretense. When a journalist asks him why he chose to be an actor, he doesn’t even have a real reason and decides to steal Riggan’s backstory. The scenes where they spar make for some of the best moments in the films – this could be a conversation between two alter-egos (one man’s life is the other man’s alter-ego) and this is best illustrated a moment after Shiner is done telling Riggan that nobody gave a shit about Riggan anymore… When a lady interrupts their conversation and asks Shiner to take a picture of her with “the guy who used to be Birdman”. It’s a moment that proves to be a great reality check for them both and they have nothing more to fight about.

Sam (Emma Stone is going to lose her Oscar despite the nomination only because Patricia Arquette spent 12 years on Boyhood) is the voice of epiphany in the film. She’s the one who has figured it out, after time spent at rehab, that none of this matters, no one is significant because in the larger picture, how long all of humanity has been on this planet would fit on one slip of toilet paper in an entire roll (if you were to draw one dash on it for every 1000 years). In the film she’s trying to be realistic and the voice of reason, she does not believe in greatness or even the idea of her father trying to be a hero, let alone a superhero.

If you put their roles together, you get to understand how id (Riggan), ego (Sam) and superego (Mike) work or Freud’s theory that the human psyche has three parts that shapes who we are.

Birdman then is an exploration of who we really are behind the masks we were. To explore this, it embraces the meta-narrative by becoming the duality of two worlds – the real and the make-believe. At any point, Birdman leaves it open to interpretation whichever way you want to interpret it.

There will be multiple theories doing the round soon, so I am going to take a crack at it myself. But if you read one piece about – It was all a dream or He’s dead all the while – close the window and find a better site to read – they are the dead and tired clichés of the genre and please show Inarritu some respect here, this film is not about the obvious clichés – you have to see beyond the mask the film is wearing.

Extra Spoiler Alert: There will be a whole bunch of people who will believe the character killed himself at the end. That’s pointless, his “suicide” already happened on stage.

It’s that conviction he has that makes him above the ordinary, the one that makes him a superhero in his pragmatic daughter’s eyes. Having almost killed himself for art, he flushes his Hubris goodbye (the last we see the man with the suit is in the Bathroom) and realises he cannot even smell the flowers his daughter brought him. So he opens the window and looks at the beauty of the birds and watches life not through the lens of art but through the real window of life. He has found happiness finally. He takes yet another leap but this time, even his realistic daughter realises that it is possible for a man to soar you know, as long as he’s got rid of his hubris.

Another clue to unlocking Birdman is the constant reference to Icarus, who if you remember school, was the dude who “flew” too close to the sun despite warnings from his father and fell into see because the sun melted the wax. That was a fable about hubris leading to your fall and certain death. This is a film about learning to fly right towards the sun minus the hubris of the bird suit.

The beauty of Birdman is that all the above is just the kind of details critics would look for in a film. Which is why I think the makers have thrown in some abstract asteroid footage and shots of dead jellyfish and the birds eating them on the beach. After a third viewing, I would interpret those visuals bookending the beginning and the climax of the film as his vision of a near death experience. The film unfolds as he’s fighting for his life (Because it’s a continuous fluid narrative from the start till the obvious CUT to the air vent at the hospital after he shoots himself on stage) The last time he tried to kill himself, jellyfish stung him all over and he rolled over the sand at the beach to get them off him. Now, the birds (his kind) were eating those dead jellyfish (these oldest multi-organ animals have survived for over 500 million years – another reminder of the film’s point about how long human’s have been around given the life span of the universe). He’s a falling star literally burning himself up to shine. (A celebrity friend theorises that this perhaps marks the arrival of a Superhero from a different planet…the Superman myth) And he resurrects himself as an immortal infallible superhero – the man he always wanted to be in the eyes of his daughter.

One of the clues to solve the last scene lies in understanding the score of Birdman and what it represents. The drums score represents his reality. The movie score represents his larger than life alter ego (there are multiple occasions in the film when he asks characters to stop the movie score signifying the end of the scene that happened in his head). The hero’s journey, according to Joseph Campbell, is complete only when he emerges as the master of both worlds.

Perhaps that’s why the score of the last scene has some answers. When Riggan with his new face opens the window to watch birds, it’s a real slice of life moment and he’s found movie magic in it (as the movie score punctuates the moment) and as he jumps off the window and flies, when his daughter rushes towards the window and looks down, then looks up and smiles, the score is a mix of the drums and the movie score because he has become the man he always wanted to be – the man his daughter loved and looked up to. And these are the lines the film begins with: “Did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?” “I did.” “And what did you want?” “To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on earth.” (These are the words from Raymond Carver’s tombstone but here they stand for his resurrection and rebirth through Birdman) Rebirth is a theme constantly referred to in the film. All the characters in the film are born again/get a second shot at life, including Riggan’s best friend, lawyer and manager Jake who specifically mentions he’s born again.

But if you want to read Birdman as just a superhero movie, it would still work as a story of an actor with superpowers but all he wanted to be known for was as the actor, not for superpowers. Then all the bits of magic realism in the film work literally. He does fly indeed and the taxi driver asking for the fare could be chasing someone else. He neither confirms nor denies this because Inarritu wants this to be what you want it to be.

It’s not just a commentary on the artists, actors, critics and studios but about the audience too. Birdman throws the spotlight on the changing paradigm of what constitutes entertainment today – reality TV, clips that go viral, celebrity porn (oh yes, literal celeb pornography too) and the tendency of the audience to be filmmakers themselves as they feel the need to shoot anything larger than life they see. Which is why the scene where Riggan finds himself locked out of the Green Room in only his underwear is funny and disturbing at the same time.

Riggan maybe flawed, balding, might look like a bloated “turkey with leukemia” but he’s indestructible, nothing can stop his indomitable spirit and relentless pursuit of trying to be relevant again as a true artist despite all the angst and frustration (Is this because Biutiful that took Inarritu almost four years to make didn’t quite work at the box office?). He liquidates till the last of his assets, puts everything he has at stake and is dealing with a completely dysfunctional world… but the good news is: He’s literally death proof.

He’s tried to kill himself before when his wife left him. He tried to drown himself only to be attacked by jellyfish. He tried to shoot himself on stage only to lose a nose and get a fresh one. His face has changed, he doesn’t even look like himself anymore. The world knew him even when he was behind a Bird mask. But Riggan finally finds himself only after he takes off the bandage “mask” from his face at the end of the film.

The film is about masks at the end of the day. Who we pretend to be and who we really are.

Kathai Thiraikathai Vasanam Iyakkam: 50-50

August 24, 2014 · by sudhishkamath

Kathai Thiraikathai Vasanam Iyakkam Movie Stills

As much as I want to appreciate the “different” approach, I was a little let down. Maybe because of all the generous praise from the younger bunch of filmmakers. Maybe they felt the need to return the compliments this film gives them.

I have multiple issues with R.Parthiepan’s film though I didn’t mind it at all and was quite entertained for half its running time. It also had quite a few endearing moments and I was tickled by the wordplay and wit too. Since many have already dwelt on these positive aspects, I think I should talk a little more about the critical aspects of this film that’s both good and bad (50:50 to use the director’s yardstick.)

One, while I have full respect for the senior writer-director’s ambitions of doing something truly different, he is probably attributing way too much importance for being different, as if a different story or making a film with no story is a great idea that deserves applause.

It’s a nice gimmick no doubt but the premise of a bunch of people trying to make a movie is not all that uncommon. Most student films, in pretty much every film school or class anywhere in the world, are about the angst of trying to make a film. It’s a thought that almost every filmmaker has either crossed out or pursued deeper right at the beginning of their career. It’s how deeper you go into this premise that gives the film depth, meaning and perspective. While this gave me an insight into the thinking process of the average Tamil filmmaker, I was quite surprised by the randomness in the script discussion sessions. No method, no structure, no progression from thought to idea to plot to story to script to film. Just random brainstorming that makes screenwriting seem like the bit of improvisation we used to do back at school culturals in the 20 minutes of prep time we got before Ad Zap. Yes, while I am aware that maybe 80-90 per cent of films are still written this way, I certainly do not expect a film about the script to be so grossly unaware of the basics.

The filmmaker assumes or wants us to believe it has no story or script. Because he wants us to think that people making a film is not a story. I may have even bought this if there was no conflict at all. But every character has a conflict. The team has a conflict. The protagonist has a conflict. And conflicts are stories. There can be a story without a beginning or an ending but the conflict is THE meat – the quintessential and most important qualifying part of any story. If they are claiming there is no story there, they are either ignorant or lying. Both are equally disturbing.

While there are a lot of witty insider observations about the film business itself that provide us with a few laughs, the meta-narrative here is gimmicky because it is not true to form. It randomly introduces us to heavy duty drama and twists for the sake of engagement and is a little too full of self-pity. Yes, we all know about the big bad world of showbiz where luck, opportunity and stardom overrides talent, ambition and integrity but making films (that too for a market) is not really the noblest thing in the world. Nor must we feel sorry for all those who don’t make it.

Which is one of the reasons I loved Jigarthanda that had zero self-pity for its protagonist even if it seemed autobiographical. Writer-director Karthik Subbaraj was able to be objective and unemotional about his protagonist and showed the filmmaker as the opportunistic asshole who uses his uncle, friend, girl, gangster and finally the power and clout of a successful filmmaker to get what he wants – at any cost. Because we artists are like that. We are selfish. We don’t need pity. Because we would do anything to do what we really want to do. We are not going to wait for miracles.

Parthipan, however, is a little old school. He wants us to appreciate his filmmaker hero’s desire to do something different as if it’s the noblest thing in the world. He wants to feel bad that he is denied a chance in bringing change to the world. He wants to wait for the producer’s call and thinks it is poignant.

It is not. Welcome to independent filmmaking and digital technology.

Besides, Kathai Thiraikathai Vasanam Iyakkam can only go two ways and that’s not really an open ending. Having an open ending is a little over-rated too because you can pretty much cut any story before the climax scene and it would seem poignant (Honest to God, I did this for Good Night Good Morning because the climax didn’t turn out all that well. So we just axed the whole thing and ended it with the call – it was the easiest thing to do).

Take the Ramayana. You can end the story wherever you want.

They build the bridge. The armies stand by for the battle. Fade to black. It becomes the story of two kings who went to war for a woman. It’s a setting the stage for sequel ending.

Ram defeats Ravan. Credits roll. Commercial ending.

Hero questions Sita’s purity. She takes the agni pariksha. Cut right at the flames. Abstract arthouse ending.

Sita kills herself and goes back to earth. Tragic ending.

This is not to undermine open endings in general. There are many great examples of open endings – from Citizen Kane to Lost in Translation to Mulholland Drive to Inception that make you wonder and ponder about what actually happened for years together. An open ending is not a multiple-choice question you give the audience. It’s a thesis you want them to write over years. A hypothesis. A hypothesis that will remain just that because nobody knows for sure. It’s an answer the filmmaker takes with him to the grave.

Here not only does the filmmaker water down his “open-ending” with an item, he also ends it with the biggest compromise – he has an ending too (As the credits finish rolling, we see the hero in the director’s seat).

How is this then a film without a story if it has characters, conflicts and even a clear resolution?  (As a friend said, for a film without a story, go see Anjaan – where even holographic projections demonstrate reflex action when shot at, where characters cannot recognise a man without seeing a toothpick in his mouth!)

There was so much potential and promise here, given the years of experience Parthiepan has in showbiz.

Watch it anyway because it’s very generous of an old school filmmaker to try and be like the brave young filmmakers of today and also acknowledge it so openly.

Parthiepan Sir, young filmmakers today don’t need to wait for calls from UTV.

They go make their film, however short, irrespective of the outcome.

Because, there’s always Youtube for the hits. And Facebook to make sure people Like your film.

Njan Steve Lopez: One tight slap on patriarchy  

August 18, 2014 · by sudhishkamath

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Rajeev Ravi, Anurag Kashyap’s long time collaborator and cinematographer of Gulaal, Dev D, The Girl in Yellow Boots, Gangs of Wasseypur and Bombay Velvet, is back with a new dark, brooding film that Kashyap calls the best film he has seen this year along with Titli.

He’s not exaggerating. Because Malayalam film Njan Steve Lopez, that released all over the country with English subtitles on Friday, is a powerful portrait of rebellion with a cause. Steve Lopez, the son of a Deputy Superintendent of Police, is the face of that rebellion.

Like Udaan, this is a coming-of-RAGE film where characters grow up only to turn angry young men. Like Vikramaditya Motwane’s film, this too is a slap on the face of the system and patriarchy.

But Rajeev Ravi’s film is much darker.

It is not just his father’s ideals (here, the father stands for indifference and corruption) that he’s battling, he’s battling a world that’s become more dangerous and lawless.

Steve Lopez’s world used to be confined to emotions/emoticons springing out of his mobile phone screen. In the course of the film, he realises there’s a lot more happening outside that world that makes him question his very place in the world.

It’s a daring, disturbing film to make and full points to Ravi and the young newcomer Farhaan Faasil (Fahad’s younger brother and director Faasil’s son) to make this compelling little film that will force you into thinking. The kid is brilliant and makes a promising debut.

“My last film (Annayum Rasoolum) did well commercially. So there is a market but people are still reluctant. They like the old stuff,” Rajeev Ravi says when I call him after watching his film to find out what gave him the guts to do something as different as this and get it released around the country. “I’ve been around for 17 years. If I don’t do it now, when will I do? It’s better to do what you want to do to change things. The mainstream formula is not much of a challenge.”

Ravi needed this to let the angst out. “The previous generation was full of morons. They are the ones to be blamed for the decay in the system. They all compromised, fed corruption… There are no heroes around for the youth today. When we were in college, the very concept of commission used to be looked down upon. It was a bribe for enabling things. Today, taking a commission is a respectable deal. So we can’t blame the youngsters. We have trampled on their innocence and they have seen too much too early in life,” rants Ravi.

“In many cases, they have seen that their own father is corrupt. There are scams and scandals around. What are our young people looking at? There’s nothing to look forward to. The world has become so dirty,” he adds when I ask him about his desire to make this hard-hitting anti-establishment film.

Despite its length and indulgence, Njan Steve Lopez is a film that deserves to be watched on the big screen because it’s that relevant wake-up call that needs to work before it’s too late.

 

Jigarthanda: So damn cool

August 12, 2014 · by sudhishkamath

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To understand the brilliance of Jigarthanda in totality, you need to know a little bit about how films are made and distributed in Tamil Nadu. And the kind of films that are usually made and how they are produced. You need to also understand where Karthik Subbaraj comes from. Literally.

Hence this post after the film has been unanimously raved about. The only bit of criticism the film has faced is for changing genres halfway – something the film justifies by the end so much that when you see the film a second time, it seems like the only logical way to finish that story.

Now, the context.

The Tamil film industry produces over 200 films a year. About 30-40 per cent of them don’t even release/ get shelved even after completion. Because very few investors are willing to spend on marketing and distribution. Very rarely do arthouse films without violence ever see the light of day. In other words, in the absence of stars, only violence sells.

Film distribution happens through political clout. If you are in power, you get to push your films wherever you want, you can get as many screens as you want. When you are not in power, you have to fight even to get an entertainment tax exemption. A change in government is enough to turn the powerful into underdogs.

Distribution happens through minimum guarantee where producers make distributors buy the film for a price that minimizes their risk. And films with stars fetch high MGs. Films without stars don’t. Hence, there is a need to arm-twist the distributors to push content without stars. And those in power or those close to the party in power find it easy to do this. You can call it monopoly if you want to use a euphemism.

Organised crime and violence is still prevalent in many pockets of Tamil Nadu and Madurai is considered to be the hub and breeding grounds for the cold at heart (the title is named after a drink – a South Indian variant of the Falooda that literally means Cold Heart), a fact many films have milked for violence and bloodshed.

Post Paruthiveeran and Subramaniapuram and endless rehashes of violent films, young filmmakers have had to pick one of the two feasible option. One, get a star and make a film that glorifies his image. Or Two, make an ultraviolent gangster film where the script is the hero.

Thanks to the reality show Nalaya Iyakkunar (translated to Tomorrow’s Directors), an exciting new bunch of filmmakers came to the limelight with some truly different films. The winner of the show Nalan Kumarasamy made Soodhu Kavvum while Karthik Subbaraj who finished second got a new age producer to back Pizza, a smaller film he wrote AFTER Jigarthanda seemed like an expensive film to make for a debutant director with a new producer.

Jigarthanda hence begins with that finale of the reality show where Karthik (a young filmmaker based on the filmmaker himself) loses the final. Incidentally, Nalan Kumarasamy the guy who beat him puts in a cameo as a finalist in the film to establish the meta-narrative right in the first few minutes during the opening credits.

Jigarthanda is about two guys from two different worlds. They speak two different languages.

The hero is a filmmaker who is in the business of manufacturing emotions that go beyond language – hence, the film employs gibberish to make this point. Characters speak gibberish much before a sequence when an acting coach tells his trainees how the spoken word is not important, only the theatrics of it matter in this art. Because it’s a visual medium. Even a huge part of the key dialogue and score towards the end is in gibberish as the film references itself.

The villain is a gangster who is in the business of manufacturing violence, of course and as he says: Nothing helps more than adi-othai (maar-dhaad). Violence is the language he speaks.

Without any spoilers, suffice to say that Jigarthanda is the film where these two languages meet. As Shilpa Rathnam puts it so eloquently, Jigarthanda is a world where art imitates crime and crime imitates art.

The two worlds have so much in common after all – action, shooting, cutting – one creates and the other destroys. One brings pain and the other is the balm.

To make a film on the state of the art and the nexus between cinema and crime in Tamil Nadu, from the inside and saying it as it is, requires some amount of balls. And Karthik Subbaraj has done it without judgment. At no point does he make the artist good and the gangster bad and many reviews have already pointed out the evil in the hero and the goodness in the villain.

It is never black and white. Both art and crime have great power to influence people and each other. Once you’ve tasted blood, you always want more.

Which is why the world of crime (the gangster film in the first half) needed to meet the world of cinema (the film about filmmaking in the second half). The crime story had already climaxed in the interval (we are yet to see a more riveting first half this year). And nothing could have taken the film higher down that path. Luckily for us and cinema, Karthik chose to change track. Though some may find this frustrating on first viewing, by the time the film reaches its superb climax, you understand the point that Karthik Subbaraj wants to make: What filmmaking has come down to from his part of the world.

I have never seen a smarter use of the meta-narrative in recent times.

Jigarthanda is the most exciting film out of India this year, if not the best. It is racy, it is funny, it is violent, it has superb performances, it has a rocking score by Santhosh Narayanan (that I am buying off iTunes right away) and it celebrates and critiques cinema.

Watch it before someone ruins the ending for you. And if someone tries to do that, it’s totally okay to kill the fucker.

To wait for English subtitles for a film that’s telling you how cinema is all about the emotion behind the “gibberish” is against the idea and the spirit of the film itself. You would be surprised at how much you understand just face-reading this film. Hats off to the actors – each one of them is terrific. Siddharth, full respect to let Simha steal his thunder. What a superb cast this is.

Go watch. And watch it all over again.

Kick: Desire it? Deserve it

July 25, 2014 · by sudhishkamath

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Genre: Salman Khan

Director: Producer Sajid Nadiadwala

Cast: Salman Khan, Jacqueline Fernandez, Randeep Hooda, Nawazuddin Siddiqui, Mithun Chakraborty

Storyline: A guy who does things just for kicks decides to become a Dhoom villain

Bottomline: Bhaisexuals can watch it for kicks, the rest of us are going to come out feeling one

“Main dil main aata hoon, samajh main nahin,” goes the sparkling quip (we can bet Rajat Arora wrote that line) that explains not just the character or the film but the entire Bhai phenomenon… Since no translation can do that line justice, suffice to say Bhai is not someone the mind will accept but someone the heart will embrace.

Producer-turned-director Sajid Nadiadwala’s debut Kick is a deep post-postmodern metaphorical manifestation of the dichotomous paradoxes of modern day business models that have shaped and defined the state of the art, mind and pop culture. This parable of our ever-changing morality is a study of iconography that debunks and deconstructs every myth associated with heroes and villains.

Does a hero remain a hero if he has a woman’s name? A Goddess’s name, at that. Does he become evil if he were to change his name to the Devil? Does the villain become a hero if his company is called Angel?

Now, consider that Salman Khan is Devi, the anti-protagonist who the psychiatrist heroine finds impossible to understand. He is the epitome of badassery. He readily goes to jail (everyone in the lock-up is of course, a huge Bhai fan – he’s a role model). He gets hammered with his Dad, the baap of B-movies (Mithun, of course) so much that the girl needs to carry them home and the mother needs to wake him up with the smell of alcohol even to feed him milk. He relentlessly stalks the girl and after being told off, goes on to lecture onlookers of an harassment in progress for not fighting eve-teasers (these delicious moments where irony kicks you in the face are what makes Kick a gobsmack of a film… nay, festival). And to help the poor, the anti-protagonist becomes DeviL, the anti-antagonist.

Kick is a single independent filmmaker’s visionary attempt to infiltrate and subvert the system that requires the amoral star’s persona to draw in the masses and to smuggle art in the guise of entertainment, a means to provide big fat pay cheques to everyone from skinny foreign import starlets Jacqueline Fernandes and Nargis Fakhri to versatile homegrown arthouse actors – Sanjay Mishra and Nawazuddin Siddiqui.

It’s a critic’s delight to note and applaud the cheeky roles assigned to these terrific actors. If Sanjay Mishra plays an unkempt policeman, a watchdog of the system (pop culture police, get it?) Nawazuddin Siddiqui, who has struggled to keep his family afloat for nearly two decades in showbiz, plays one of the richest men in the world and the hammy villain of the piece. If you want to be rich, you need to do this necessary evil.

It’s certainly not the kind of space where an actor of his calibre can breathe. Hence, the director gives the character an asthmatic laugh (it is a built-in joke that laughs at the system from within, a point further substantiated when the villain listens to the hero’s ridiculous motivations to turn into a thief and gives up on his punch-line halfway and asks his men to just kill him). And before you know it, everyone in the hall is applauding Nawaz and not Salman.

So while the paradox is of the highest paid star playing a thief called Devil robbing the arthouse actor who runs the Angel group, the critics are represented by Randeep Hooda (sly smiling throughout), who wants to kill the star on a robbing spree (in other words, box-office hit spree).

Yes, it is a very loyal remake of the equally mind-numbing Telugu flick of the same name. Anyone could have remade it by hiring the best technicians in the business but full credit to the producer Sajid Nadiadwala for assembling this cast and crew (Even Chetan Bhagat got paid for something) to tell us the story of Indian mainstream cinema itself in this scale.

Kick is thus at once esoterically emblematic of our times and succinctly sensible cinema that will enthrall your… Hahahaha! Gotcha. You almost bought it, didn’t you?

The film’s downright stupid, a guilty pleasure at best – that once again has Salman Khan do his thing you’ve seen before. No matter what the reviews say, you’re going to go watch it.

So why all the analysis? They pretended to make a film. This critic pretended to review it. For kicks.

Kochadaiiyaan: Amar Chitra Katha 3D

May 27, 2014 · by sudhishkamath

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Amar Chitra Katha. Comics we grew up with, with rich illustrations of stories of kings, wars and moral instructions, now in 3D, with the spirit of Rajinikanth. That should have been the peg. Kochadaiiyaan would have lived up to that promise.

Because that’s what it really is – technology that makes actors Amar, Chitra that’s not shot with a camera and a good old-fashioned Katha. “Once upon a time, in the kingdom of….”

Tintin and Avatar were possibly the worst examples the makers could have chosen to set the expectations. Simply because, though they were using motion capture technology, the makers here were working with considerably lower budgets, lesser time with half the number of cameras or markers used by those films to be able to generate that kind of data or detail.

It was an unrealistic standard and this has cost the makers dearly. Short of calling it Rajinikanth’s Tin Avatar (Gree-D) critics have ripped the film apart for the audacity of such comparisons (some of the more unkind reviewers have called it “a bad puppet show” and the technology “loose motion capture”). It was ambition way beyond their means. Or experience. Destined to fail, only because the makers aimed for the sky.

Strictly in that context, the tree-top isn’t a bad start. The 3D motion capture cinema has a long way to go and this may be a small step but it is a significant one.

Criticism requires holistic analysis of form and content but given that the pitch for this film has largely been the form, the film has largely been judged ONLY on the form and rather unfairly at that.

The medium is not always the message. The unrealistic marketing pitch aside, the form here is on par with Amar Chitra Katha comic illustrations, which is not necessarily a bad standard for Indian animation. It has an emotional appeal. We grew up reading those comics. Only that here, the quality of animation is quite inconsistent with attention to detail limited to the principal cast and even that emotive detailing that the principal characters are given aren’t strong enough all through. It is like watching Giant Robot in period costume.

The motion capture here doesn’t translate to emotion capture – not just because the makers could afford only half the cameras or markers used for by James Cameron and Spielberg but also because those were filmmakers with at least 30 years of experience in staging spectacles based on human drama, aided by the best cinematographers (Oscar winning Janusz Kaminski for Tintin and Mauro Fiore for Avatar) and producers with pockets deep enough to invent technology.

At the helm of Kochadaiiyaan is a barely-30 year old filmmaker making her official debut (after a shelved film) and NO director of photography. There are better ways to commit professional suicide.

But luckily for the ambitious young filmmaker, the film has already grossed 42 crores in its opening weekend, riding on brand Rajini. She just might get to make another film and I hope she does but may she have the wisdom to take professional help the next time around.

Criticism for the form aside, Kochadaiiyaan does not fare too badly in terms of content because this is material written by the Superstar’s trusted old-hand K.S. Ravikumar, who has his pulse on what the fans expect from Rajinikanth.

So the formula is recycled and quite effectively except for one blaring Rajini-myth-defying error – a self-righteous king who preaches to his enemies to NOT attack from behind ends up with a son who attempts to seek revenge twice through TREACHERY. Superstar will NEVER stab from the back, even if he has to settle a score. This is blasphemy and it robs the film of the Rajini charm. Maybe a weaker hero would resort to that kind of stuff. And this is the mid portion of the film that makes Kochadaiiyaan quite hollow.

Now, to the good news. It has a fantastic beginning – a hero introduction that does the Superstar all justice and a prologue that sets the stage for the epic story. Rana is a war hero who leads from the front and reunites the slaves of his erstwhile kingdom with their families (until the pre-interval twist reveals that he resorted to treachery). There’s a song post interval that slows things down further simply because the quality of animation is not strong enough to make us invest in the emotion-heavy scenes but once the flashback of Kochadaiiyaan kicks in, the film picks up furious pace and the punch lines keep the momentum going. There’s quite a bit of action and drama to sustain our interest till the end and most of this works because by now, we have got used to the inconsistencies of the animation. Also, it helps that we hear A.R. Rahman or Rajinikanth at their best, rising above the limitations of the storytelling.

The sequel set-up comes a little out of the left field but we could expect K.S.Ravikumar to fill in the blanks in the next episode and answer the basic questions. Like what on the planet was the other son doing all through Episode 1?

Loyalty to the state versus family is no doubt an interesting conflict but the first part has barely touched the tip of that iceberg. I would surely line up to buy tickets for the sequel because all said and done, Kochadaiiyaan is not a bad film at all, irrespective of the context and circumstances under which it was made.

It was believed that Superstar may never be able to act again, after he was critical and hospitalised. To actually get out of bed and act again, to take on technology you are not used to with the sincerity of a debutant, to follow the directions of another debutant and attempt something like this when the market is dissuading you from dabbling with animation, demands some amount of our respect.

We have now seen what the technology can do. This was a film made out of Superstar shooting for just five days. It brought the late legendary comedian Nagesh to life. This is technology that has the potential to immortalise our favourite stars even if their expressions seem a little too dead and robotic right now.

It is the birth of a new form of storytelling, even if hasn’t learnt to walk yet. And one that has successfully sold itself to the people in spite of its latent limitations and market mood.

Kochadaiiyaan deserves a chance and a viewing with an open mind. I found myself enjoying the film the second time around because I had already come to terms with the technical aspects of the film. Kids are more forgiving. They may actually like this a lot more than us grown ups who love to find faults, especially, if the makers set themselves up to fail with unrealistic Tintin and Avatar comparisons.

Don’t listen to the critics from the North. There’s a lot that’s clearly been lost in translation. Simply because you just can’t base your verdict on Dunston Checks In from people who have watched Ek Bandar Hotel Ke Andhar.

Update:

My dear friend and the most hated man online Rediff critic Raja Sen who called Kochadaiiyaan a bad puppet show has these counter arguments.

1) Growing up, the thing about Amar Chitra Katha was that it was consistently fascinating. Not only was it well illustrated, but the storytelling breakdown was quite sensational — never a dull moment. Which isn’t what you can say about this film where every other moment is followed by a song. You think the Pixar generation of children is going to sit through these songs? They’ll leave. Or make their parents buy them Iron Man action figures for making them sit through this.
2) You say children are more forgiving. Balderdash, my friend. Children are tremendously demanding, which is why the most successful children’s films are always the most universally loved among adults (and critics) as well. For every Chhota Bheem — which has managed to successfully find and connect with an audience — there are hundreds of Indian animation attempts that have crashed and burned.
3) The whole Dunston Checks In / Ek Bandar… analogy is misplaced here, considering that this is not just a Tamil film dubbed into Hindi, like Sivaji was. In Bombay theatres, Kochadaiiyaan has been promoted as a massive Hindi release — massive because Rajini himself has dubbed for it, apparently doing so after ages. If a lot has indeed been lost in translation (as I’m sure it has), far more care should have been taken to make sure it holds its own in Hindi. Either that or it should have released with subtitles.
4) Any actor going through serious hospitalisation is a grave thing, and while I’m glad Rajni has bounced back — and has indeed done well here, vocally — that can’t be a criteria on which we judge the film. Just because we haven’t done mocap before on this scale as a nation doesn’t mean we start calling this laudable. (Does this mean we need to go back and celebrate Shah Rukh Khan’s ‘visionary’ RaOne as well?)
5) Finally, if we’re to make allowances based on the fact that the budgets are much lesser than the west, then we as test-audiences — because that’s what we are, clearly — should be fed these films with much lesser ticket prices, NOT what we pay for Avatar or The LEGO Movie.
6) An animated film has to be different from regular movies. This is like Roadside Romeo, that canine Saif Ali Khan film which could have been a live-action film. This could have been any Rajni period epic…. so why animation? I don’t think the North Indian critics have judged it purely on the quality of the animation (then they could have reviewed it after sitting through ten tacky minutes) but every one of us has been disappointed by the lack of originality and freshness in the storytelling. Imagine a Ghajini cartoon. Or even Coolie. There’s no point, is there?

 

 

Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa: What heartbreak sounds like

December 29, 2013 · by sudhishkamath

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I’m a nineties guy.
The nineties were when I fell in love for the first time. And listened to Pehla Nasha over and over again.
The nineties were when I learnt to ride a bicycle. It was the time when Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander made every kid in school feel cool, like a hero who owned the world.
The nineties were also when I first had my heart broken. Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa made me sign up for music classes. My school already had a band, they didn’t have a drummer. So I learnt drums. For a month or so.
The good old nineties.
When Jatin-Lalit were the sound of music, at least for the young.
My top five films from the nineties were Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa, Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander, Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge, Andaz Apna Apna and Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.
But since I’m supposed to pick just one, I’d go with Kundan Shah’s delightfully entertaining Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa, one of Shah Rukh Khan’s most pure and endearing performances ever.
It wasn’t the most original story. So it was all the more fascinating how Kundan Shah managed to make it so fresh and straight from the heart.
In spite of the fact that Ramesh Sippy’s Saagar was set in Goa too. The dynamic of the love triangle was uncannily similar to Saagar (which incidentally, is the first Hindi film I ever saw in a movie hall…Ega in Madras, maybe why these stories of unrequited love appeal to me most) but I’m pretty sure that Kundan Shah didn’t want to hide the source of inspiration.
Watch out for the yellow handkerchief that Kamal Haasan picks up during ’O Maria’. It’s the same one Anna has in her hand during the song Deewana Dil Deewana (Also just for fun, compare what Dimple is wearing in O’Maria and what Suchitra is wearing in Deewana Dil Deewana!)
In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Sunil lived on through Kundan (ahem!) in Raanjhanaa, who does exactly what Sunil does when he is going to the railway station to meet his childhood sweetheart after years. If Sunil engineers a flat tire, Kundan steals the spark plug. Sunil rides his motorcycle, Kundan his scooter. They both have the same energy, excitement, hopes and flowers for the girl they have been waiting for.
They weren’t the typical nice guys. They were capable of lying (Remember “Enter the Dragon club jahaan waiter log bhi plate phekte hai?!” “Ee!”) and pranking to impress the girl.
I love the scene when Sunil tells Anna Chris isn’t coming and takes her out only to get caught when he’s gone to get her ice cream. She screams at him and chucks the cone he got her, leaving him behind with his ice cream. He wants to throw the cone too but changes his mind and eats it anyway. It’s moments like that that made Sunil so relatable.
Saagar, Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa, Raanjhanaa. Three generations. Same old story. Unrequited first love. The heroes were brats, under achievers, slackers… Who rather be bums than have a career, who let their lives revolve around the girl than figure out a way to make a living. They brought joy to people around them. Through music, through friendship, fun, song and dance. They are who we wanted to be growing up but forgot in the business of life.
I remember going in search of the navy cap in Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa that Shah Rukh wore, rather unsuccessfully. I related to the character so much that it felt like the story of my life, more so because Shah Rukh Khan as Sunil spoke Konkani, a language I speak at home.
I still find myself singing ’Ai Kaash ke hum hosh main ab aane na payen’ when I’m on a date late at night. No road trips are still complete without us singing ’Aana mere pyaar ko’, ’Sachchi yeh kahaani hai’ (the genius of Farah Khan’s choreography) or ’Woh toh hai Albela’ (incidentally, SRK just tweeted that this is his favourite song).
Remember the moment when Sunil, after catching Anna kiss Chris, sits alone in the beach and plays a sad tune when Anthony Gomes (Goga Kapoor) notes “Lagta hai koi bahot sad hai re”. That is what heartbreak sounds like. Yes, The Moldau River.
The influence continued so much that when I wrote my first film almost 15 years ago, when I was 22, I named the character based on me Sunil in my debut film That Four Letter Word. It was a terrible film I ended up making, twice over seven years by the way, but it was all part of growing up.
But the slacker in me is still alive. He speaks through characters in my films. As Turiya (Manu Narayan) in Good Night Good Morning says: “All I want to be is to be a bum but be with the girl I love… and that she loves me.” Thankfully, this one worked. Ah well, sometimes we win.
So even today, when I sit to record music for my films, I can feel the train.
“Jungle se guzarti hui train. Ladki khidki se bahar dekh rahi hai… jhoomtey hue pedh (“Aur pedh pe baita hua ek bandar” “Chupp bey bandar”), aasmaan main uddtey hue panchi (“Haan, haan mujhe bhi dikh rahe hain”), parbaton se guzarti hui ek suraang… Aur whistle pe whistle maarta ek engine… Deewana… Dil Deewana…”

Lucia: The sweet and the sour

September 10, 2013 · by sudhishkamath

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I was blown away by Lucia. Because it took the core of one of my favourite films ever – Cameron Crowe’s Vanilla Sky (a remake of the Spanish cult hit Abre Los Ojos) and made it so damn accessible. Something even Hollywood’s best couldn’t achieve despite having a super star studded cast: Tom Cruise, Cameron Diaz, Penelope Cruz and Kurt Russell.

Adaptation maybe too strong a word but if you’ve seen Vanilla Sky as many times as I have, you’ll see it’s the same idea that’s at the core of both these films. A virtual reality programme Life Extension (that guarantees you Lucid Dreams that makes you live the life of your choice in your dreams) is substituted by a pill called Lucia (“a corny name for a drug that gives you Lucid Dreams that make you live the life of your choice in your dreams) here.

Both are stories that tell you that the sweet is never as sweet without the sour, as Vanilla Sky puts it. Both are stories about protagonists who fall in love, lose it and try to win it back using the pill/programme.

Both films begin present day with an investigation that’s a result of an attempt to murder and we cut back to see the life of the protagonist before he took the pill/signed up for the programme. While Vanilla Sky takes 70 per cent of the film to tell us about the LE programme, Lucia plays its cards upfront and lets you in on the big secret: right in the first scene. That it’s all about a pill called Lucia!

This minor change in structure helps us to invest on the character and what his dreams mean to him instead of wondering what the hell is going on. Not to say that Lucia does not have its share of WTF moments!

But the true triumph of the filmmaker is that he creates a world and character so real and endearing that you can’t help but root for its underdog hero. Backed with Siddhartha Nuni’s trippy cinematography (it’s unbelievable and also, little ironic that this tribute to cinema has been shot entirely with a Canon 5D), director Pawan Kumar intercuts between three narratives rather seamlessly – the present day investigation, the dream narrative and the reality narrative – and often blurs the lines between the three without ever making this seem muddled up.

Though it does take digs on commercial cinema, it is also smart enough to use the trappings of mainstream cinema to its advantage. There is an item song (but used as a spoof), there is drama, fight scenes, even sentiment (the Shankaranna subplot that packs the poignancy of Cinema Paradiso… the director says he hasn’t seen the classic) and comedy (the song where his girlfriend sends him off with a bunch of foreigners to help him learn English), but all of this is employed with a lot of heart.

When most arthouse cinema is trying to be commercial these days, it is quite commendable that a mainstream film has tried to go this arthouse. The film’s sense of humour is a big plus and barring the songs that add to the length (but then, they are used as a part of the narrative), there is very little you will end up cribbing about. Also, it helps that the actors – Neenasam Sathish, Sruthi Hariharan and Achyuth Kumar – are so bloody good.

The masterstroke of Lucia, however, lies in the twist that subverts the entire story and justifies its structure and colour treatment (the film uses black and white for one narrative and colour for the other to ensure we never get confused). Pawan plants clues all through the film for those paying attention that nothing seems like an afterthought. But yes, if you are familiar with the genre, you might see the twist coming from a distance.

But Lucia is not about the twist or the suspense. It succeeds because it’s about the hero and his dreams. It’s one of those films that is worth watching the second time just to see if knowing the ending changes how you perceive what’s going on.

So don’t wait, go book your tickets. This is one hell of a chill pill if you love your movies. A trip you won’t regret.

Vishwaroopam, Polarisation and Duality

February 11, 2013 · by sudhishkamath

A colleague was recently attacked for his positive review of a film simply because he had authored a book on the filmmaker. This, despite the fact, that he had mentioned that in the review itself (This amounts to full disclosure).

Additionally, my colleague had expressly put it on record in the book that he’s a fan of the man. You cannot be more honest than this.

So maybe I should start with this piece with a disclaimer too.

A critic understands duality. It’s possible for a film to be good and bad at the same time, writes Sudhish Kamath.

I am a huge Kamal Haasan fan – to an extent that I believe that the difference between Kamal fans and others is that true Kamal Haasan fans are also smart enough to criticise his films. They are quick to see how The Scientist became Neela Vaanam.

I also know Mr. Haasan personally because I was once involved behind the scenes in organising the Chennai International Screenwriting Workshop. He’s always been an inspiration to me as a filmmaker and my film begins with thanks to him.

So, when his partner Gautami was telling me about their new portal Maiam, I had in fact suggested, that I would like to review ‘Vishwaroopam’. I told her that maybe I could write a very critical piece on the film once I had watched it and that they should carry it to establish the credibility of the website.

She was game. I was excited because I really wanted to find out if they would carry a bad review. Too bad we can’t find out now.

Because the day the film released, I messaged her back saying I cannot do it. I loved the film. It didn’t make any sense for Haasan’s own portal to carry a positive review.

Coming back to my colleague and the controversy of social networks attacking critics, I must admit that it’s quite a difficult task to resist from replying to people. Because the idea of a social network is to socialise with people. And when you are a film critic, everyone has a counter opinion.

This year, we have seen fierce disagreements on pretty much every other film. ‘Matru Ki Bijli Ka Mandola’ (which I thought was pretty OK though inconsistent and a few loved), ‘Akaash Vani’ (which I loved and many hated), ‘David’ (which I loved and many hated), ‘Kadal’ (which I thought was bad by Mani Ratnam standards but a few liked) and ‘Vishwaroopam’ (which I loved and a few hated).

When everyone is a critic, the art of criticism becomes even more significant. At the risk of sounding condescending/patronising, I must say here that the average Joe hasn’t been exposed to the basics of criticism or film studies. He reacts on an instinct, like a child getting his first injection saying: “I don’t like it. It was a bad experience.”

The average Joe probably hasn’t understood why willing suspension of disbelief” is such an integral aspect of storytelling, an artistic licence that allows the filmmaker to tell stories that are larger than life.

Which is why while he has every right to crap over everything he has paid to watch and troll anyone who does not agree with him, these shouldn’t be taken seriously for the same reason that critics shouldn’t be taken too seriously either. What you need to consider is the criticism – the arguments – why is it good or why is it bad.

Since, it’s easier to present further arguments using a modern relevant example, I am going to demonstrate by dissecting ‘Vishwaroopam’ and take you through my thought process of interpreting the film since this is a classic example of a film that’s got polarised reviews from critics, fans and haters.

And also because it’s all about the duality – of being a commercial film with so many metaphors to put most arthouse films made here to shame.

SPOILERS FOLLOW, read further only after watching the film.

Genre: Spy thriller.

What that means: Which means plot involving saving the world/country/city from bomb/some form of nuclear attack/terrorist plot/conspiracy. Simply put, not everyday events. These are things that require action, willing suspension of disbelief.

Director: Kamal Haasan

What that means: This is an atheist filmmaker and activist actor known to make films about humanity, compassion, non violence etc but is considered arrogant, indulgent and narcissistic. The films he has directed so far are usually rich in metaphors and recurring motifs. Mental note: Watch out for them.

The hero: Vishwanath a.k.a Viz who we learn is actually Wizam Ahmad Kashmiri, a secret agent who had infiltrated the Jihadi group.

What that means: First, Viz is an effeminate dancer, who isn’t quite the man of the house, contrasted with his working wife – a Brahmin meat eater – a sharp contrast to the vegetarian Muslim hero. The paradox.

The duality of all their roles. Like the trailer informs us: Everyone has a double role. “I am a hero and a villain” as the hero tells us, a man with “too much emotional baggage” that he has no time to get into since he needs to save New York. His surname Kashmiri is a hint of who the man is: A Muslim abandoned by his father, torn between his love for the State and sympathy for his brothers across the border. Till the end of the film, he refers to the villain of the film as his “brother Omar”.

The villain: One-eyed Omar Qureshi, Jihadi leader who considers Osama his mentor, but also questions his God.

What that means: An eye for an eye? Literally blinded by his beliefs (or possibly a bomb shrapnel/gunshot from American forces as we will probably find out from the sequel), he can only see one aspect of Jihad as presented to him by his mentor – Osama Bin Laden. Omar is educated, speaks English and acknowledges to Wizam that he knows health care is important but cannot afford to have white doctors around with American soldiers held hostage in the next village. He’s as human as anyone, a man who questions his God on the face of adversity. He’s troubled yet does what he believes is right. In one of the most telling shots in the film, he takes the filth from his teeth and feeds it to a pigeon – the metaphor for peace loving Muslims in the film. We see these pigeons in Afghanistan and later in the US. In the US, pigeons are poisoned with pellets that spread radiation and terror around New York. Pigeons and Jihadis who end up dead after being exposed to radiation in the warehouse: #sameguy.

The conflict: The growing terror network of Jihadis around the world caused by American attacks on the Islamic world.

What that means: Haasan decides to intercut between cause and effect – training in Afghanistan and terror in New York – while taking us through Wizam’s days as the villain (when he betrayed his brothers for his duty towards the State) intercut with his days as the hero (when he has to fight his brothers trying to wreck havoc among innocents). In the Afghanistan portions, we see him discover the human side of the Jihadi. Omar loves his son, who wants to be a DOCTOR not a WARRIOR (Later, we also see Omar playing with his son by blind-folding him and quizzing him on the kind of bullets – semi-blind man wanting to blind his son in his game of violence).

Omar’s son refuses to be called a child when Wizam tries to put him on a swing. But another child-like grown up is quick to get on the swing, is more easily swayed. This character ends up becoming a suicide bomber at the NATO base after he’s given a burqa (eerily introduced into the frame as a hand puppet by the senior Jihadi – again, a lovely metaphor to show that the kid has become the hand puppet later when he wears the burqa and blows himself up!). As we cut from the newspaper shot of his death, Wizam remembers the now dead kid swaying on the swing, as he walks across another swing with a younger child on it.

It’s a shot of the swing in the background that lasts all of two seconds. A little later, he sees the dead doctor lying near a dying horse, frees the animal from misery by shooting it dead (again, duality and the irony – that death is sometimes the kindest act you could do), takes her stethoscope and gives it to the kid who wanted to be a doctor.

The father walks in and points his finger like a gun and mock-fires at the kid’s defiance. The hero helps the kid point his finger as a gun at this father and mock-fires. The villain’s sidekick laughs, villain mock-fires at the sidekick. Kid runs out of his home and starts mock-shooting other kids. It has become a game. Kids shooting kids. Violence begets violence. This is a harbinger of things to come. American troops bomb the village, killing innocents. Cause. Intercut with Effect – Jihadis come to America, bomb New York. Not just Jihadis from Afghanistan, from all around, including Nigeria.

Treatment: Intercutting present with past, effect with cause, in a rather REALISTIC tone for a spy thriller!

What that means: This is a spy thriller. There’s absolutely no need for restraint. We have seen Bond, Bourne and even Agent Vinod do the craziest badass things. Yet, Haasan wants to play it real because he wants us to invest in the people and care for them. The only thrills are through rash driving cars in traffic. And gunshots. Not hand to hand combat. The spy knows he cannot barge into an FBI operation, he can only politely request: “Can I come with you?”

His wife, being an expert on the nature of the radioactive material, is asked to help the bomb squad. When she first mentions the Faraday Shield that was needed to stop the bomb from being triggered by a mobile phone, the bomb expert knows what she’s talking about. Later when she is allowed to the room by the FBI officer who thinks it’s over, she repeats the need to get a Faraday Shield. The bomb geek says the Faraday Shield “should be there in five minutes” (so he clearly has arranged for one already).

Realising that might be too late, she looks around and sees that a microwave could do the same. She saves the day. Why should she? Because education saves life. Not violence. A doctor saves life. DOCTOR not a WARRIOR (Deja vu? Omar’s son wanted to be a doctor) Woman preserves. Man destroys. Not the hero… who gets to put the last bullet into the Jihadi after he’s shot multiple times by the SWAT team. Compared to other heroes in movie situations like this, our hero doesn’t get to do much at all, except maybe blow through the bottom of the door to make a cockroach get away from the Spycam. Earlier when the FBI officer Tom apologises to him for kicking him, before he could say anything, his boss, the Colonel (Shekhar Kapur) butts in saying: “No need. These things happen.”

Haasan is happy to take the backseat and let other characters deal with most of the action. It’s quite unusual for a hero considered narcissistic to give the villain a far more complex role than his own.

Moral: A Muslim agent has to fight a Jihadi group that he once infiltrated and betrayed.

What that means: It’s not everyday do we see a spy thriller made out of India that looks so credible and plausible, while maintaining the equipoise and the duality of truth – of both camps. American and the rebel camp…The Jihadis.

The villain, Omar is fighting for a cause he strongly believes in. Even if it’s caused by blind beliefs, to avenge the death of his family. What US calls collateral damage. The duality of truth is that while there are fundamental Muslims like Omar, Vishwaroopam also tells us that are many liberal Muslims like Wizam, who marry Hindu girls, who stay vegetarian, are patriotic to the country, are peace-loving, have sympathy for their misled brothers… and yet are willing to fight for what they believe is right. To save innocents from collateral damage.

You can replace Wizam in Afghanistan here with Jack Sully in Pandora (Avatar). A man sent to infiltrate the natives for unobtanium/oil that the imperial capitalists want. While Jake wasn’t a native himself, here Kashmiri is a Muslim himself fighting his misled brothers. He maybe misled himself, given that his act of betrayal leads to death of innocents in Afghanistan. He knows he did a lot of wrong, which is why I strongly suspect that we will learn in the sequel that he did in fact, save Omar’s son, who is probably now studying to be a doctor.

It’s very rare to see a Muslim hero, a patriotic one at that, in our films. Or even American films for that matter. Haasan takes a genre template and infests it with so many metaphors, recurring motifs and meaning for those who like depth in their cinema. And I haven’t even got started on the science versus religion subtext (a theme that he explored in Dasavatharam as well).

But I have to concede it’s mostly lost on the audience. But I wouldn’t blame the filmmaker at all. Because that would be like blaming a writer for the illiteracy of his reader.

The average Joe isn’t cinema literate. Which is why criticism, NOT critics, is all the more important today. Criticism means arguments, not just judgments in 140 characters (though we do that too as a teaser to the full review later). We present our case, let you watch the film and make up your mind.

But at the end of the day, it’s still just one person’s opinion. I don’t expect you to agree with me. Similarly, it’s not fair for you to expect a critic to agree with you. If you will only read reviews you will agree with, you must write your own and read them.

A true critic understands duality. That it is possible for the film to be good and bad at the same time, depending on who’s watching it.

Which is why, it’s all the more important, to present your arguments and leave.

Let people be the judge.

Because people also are smart enough to see the difference between argument and judgment. Between reason and emotion. Between critic and troll!

(This was written as a guest post for IBN-LIVE)

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