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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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Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi: Or How To Mess With Your Wife’s Head

December 17, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Romance

Director: Aditya Chopra

Cast: Shah Rukh Khan, Anushka Sharma, Vinay Pathak

Storyline: A very ordinary-looking common man brings home a pretty wife and hopes to make her fall in love with him

Bottomline: Return of the ‘Raj,’ the Mohabbat-Man

At the surface level, the story of Rab Ne seems to be screaming for a different genre of filmmaking – a creepy, psychotic thriller exploring the dynamics of arranged marriage, infidelity, cinema and escape.

Seriously, how else would you treat a film about an introverted, ordinary-looking, boring man who develops a split personality on learning that his wife would never love him and then, conspires to make  her cheat on his boring real self by messing with her head and complicating her already vulnerable state!

But this isn’t an art-house Anurag Kashyap-experiment to end with political incorrectness.

It’s as mainstream as it gets as Aditya Chopra sugarcoats this dark subtext, treating it like any other superhero story.

Considering that the ‘Raj’ type in Hindi cinema is a superhero of sorts in the sense that he always wears a flashy costume and can make any girl fall in love with him, Aditya treats this character type like Sam Raimi would treat Spider-Man and also borrows a trick or two from Hollywood’s romantic comedies – the makeover segment or the dance competition ploy to weave the plot around.

Superhero ‘Raj’ slips into costume and out, complains how it gets uncomfortable around the crotch, to win over his Mary Jane with not much saving-the-world business to keep him busy. But while Spidey does it for a bigger reason than just MJ, Raj’s sole motivation is to stalk his wife and play out his fantasy as somebody else. His obsession with his alter-ego reaches new heights when he wants his wife to cheat on the  real him – the goofy Surinder Saini who starts off well.

Every few scenes, at every stage of complication, the voice of reason and romance in the form of the larger-than-life Vinay Pathak asks Surinder why doesn’t he tell his wife the truth. But Suri Paaji just wants to mess with wifey’s head.

If that aspect of the film does not irritate you, you can be assured that you will be thoroughly entertained watching Shah Rukh Khan’s dual role as a superstar and actor. While a superstar plays the same type over and over again, an actor tries to break the mould and reinvents himself.

Rab Ne is that rare film where an icon gets to feed both the actor and the star in him and Shah Rukh Khan revels in both these roles, breathing life into the longest of monologues, to the point of making you shed a tear for the character, which at least on paper, fits the description of a psychopath.

To Aditya Chopra’s credit, Rab Ne is a fairly engaging tribute to cinema and its function over the years with some finely written and choreographed songs (music Salim-Sulaiman) that provide the perfect platform for debutante Anushka Sharma to dance her way into the big league.

Ravi K Chandran’s obvious attempts to fill up the frames with yellow and earthy tones do not go unnoticed and that’s never a good thing. Extras strut in and out of frames with cued in precision even in the scenes that call for realism. Three-film old Chopra Junior needs to mak  more films before he’s completely out-dated especially since today’s young filmmakers pay much more attention to background detail.

Rab Ne is an adventurous experiment, a happy albeit superficial compromise between art-house and commercial cinema, a product that’s best described by the leading man’s moustache and glasses. Clearly fake and wannabe art-house but as long as there’s the familiar Raj around to entertain you with his flirting, singing and dancing routine, you really don’t want to complain.

Meerabai Not Out: Silly Point Really

December 17, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Comedy
Director: Chandrakant Kulkarni
Cast: Mandira Bedi, Eijaz Khan, Anupam Kher, Mahesh Manjrekar
Storyline: Anil Kumble has bowled a maiden over, and she has a tough time juggling cricket with cupid.
Bottomline: Mandira shouldn’t step out without noodle straps

I knew there was a good enough reason why cricketers don’t become film stars in our country despite the huge fan following. Despite all that experience with endorsements.

Good old Kumble finds himself on a sticky wicket and Mandira Bedi’s cheerleading minus the outfits is a no-show.

So, are you game to see Mandira Bedi in ‘Poore Kapde’ is the real question you must ask yourself because obviously how good can a movie be with no real sense of conflict, a completely understated attitude to drama, zero humour (okay, except for that one constant joke on herself that develops into the punchline for the film) and an underwhelming, stilted performance by the leading lady.

An Ugly Betty look alone isn’t enough to register this beti from the middle class family who finds the idea of going on ‘date-wait’ too modern, especially when you can see her tats. Yeah, her nape tattoo peeps out carelessly from the back of her blouse and yet, she insists we believe she is Meera Achrekar and not Mandira Bedi.

But for a few puns on cricketing jargon going over the top, there are too many slips (and none that you would associate with Mandira) and no fine legs. And the result makes you wish Navjot Singh Siddhu wrote the lines instead.

Sample a saree-clad Mandira spelling out her predicament to the guy who’s interested in her, despite her psycho behaviour. She says: “You will always be a non-striker in my life.” Does this mean he lost his mid-wicket?

Seriously, nothing happens. They just keep establishing her character again and again till the end. We know she’s a cricket fan from scene one. There’s no real need to say it another sixty times before the climax spells out the conflict.

The filmmaker wants to keep it realistic and subtle but then suddenly feels the need to slap a larger than life third act, to give it the romantic comedy spin.

With hardly any excitement, this Mandira versus Anupam match is a Test heading towards nowhere.

You just can’t make any movie on cricket work without understanding the simplicity of the sport.

Six balls make an over. This one takes over 120 dull minutes before it is. Over.

Dil Kabaddi: The anti-date movie

December 17, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Comedy
Director: Anil Senior
Cast: Irrfan Khan, Konkana Sen, Rahul Bose, Soha Ali Khan, Rahul Khanna, Payal Rohatgi
Storyline: Two couples learn a thing or two about marriage and infidelity
Bottomline: Watch it for this cast

Due to the unavailability of the DVD of Woody Allen’s Husbands and Wives, it maybe difficult to comment about how original Dil Kabbadi really is.

Having rarely reviewed films without watching the original, I find myself a little confused. Dil Kabbadi with its cast is certainly one of the funniest films of this year and probably the most intelligent of them all.

But then, a lot of the writing in the film sounds so much like a Woody Allen film that I wouldn’t be surprised if the Hindi script is a mere translation from the English subtitles.

In any case, given that it is quite difficult to find the DVD, Dil Kabbadi might be worth your time if you want to see Irrfan Khan rock this role as the infidel husband, with an innocent charm.

The actor has us in splits in this conversation-driven film in the ‘Life in a Metro’ genre while the rest of the ensemble delivers a first rate performance. Konkana Sen as the passive aggressive housewife, Soha Ali Khan as the easily irritable prude, Rahul Khanna as the charming romantic and Rahul Bose as a thirty-plus lecturer on cinema make Dil Kabbadi work and how. Even a loud, shrieking Payal Rohatgi works here because she’s meant to be annoying.  Kabbadi also features, by far, the best onscreen kiss of the year in Hindi cinema. Debutante Saba Azad is seriously hot, super talented and a star in the making.

There’s not a dull moment in this bitter-sweet take on marriage, infidelity, love, sex and power as Anil Senior takes a subject usually used as a staple for slapstick (remember No Entry, Masti and similar multi-starrers) and deals with it with inspired maturity and light heartedness. Or maybe the credit should entirely go to Woody Allen.

Strictly for the multiplex audience. Not the kind of movie you would take your girlfriend to. Unless, you are married.

Disclaimer: The critic reserves the right to hate this film, once he gets to watch the original.

Oye Lucky Lucky Oye: Go Lucky, Be Happy

December 17, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Comedy
Director: Dibakar Banerjee
Cast: Abhay Deol, Paresh Rawal, Neetu Chandra
Storyline: A petty thief becomes so popular that he becomes a celebrity
Bottomline: Only Bunty, no Babli. But uncork the bubbly anyway.

On paper, Oye Lucky seems like Bunty aur Babli without Babli.

Maybe because Dibakar Banerjee and Jaideep Sahni (who wrote Bunty aur Babli) go back a long way (they collaborated to make Khosla Ka Ghosla), there’s a lot that’s common about these films.

Both films are about protagonists from the Great Indian Middle Class who decide to take the short-cut to the top and have a little fun on the job.

Both films are rich in local flavour and transport us to the heartland of the country where people speak in distinct dialects and not from the generic vocabulary of Hindi film appropriations.

And yes, they both feature thieves who can con their way through charm.

But while Bunty aur Babli was all about the adventures and orchestration of the con jobs, Lucky’s operations are relatively simpler because the thief here sticks to basics. No Oceans-Eleven-planning. No disguises. No guns. No casualties. No smart deceptions. He just takes what he wants, from where he wants.

Maybe because Banerjee does not want you to look at Oye Lucky as just another caper. He doesn’t spell anything out ever but it’s all there between the lines.

Oye Lucky is an all-subtext sandwich between a wafer thin cat-and-mouse plot that keeps the screenplay ticking.

The non-linear storytelling here is backed with some smart editing that holds back the cards, intrigues and eventually reveals the missing detail. In a normal film, when we see a boy ask his dad for a bike and his request is turned down, conventional storytellers would then tell you how the boy gets the bike before his date with the girl he likes.

But Banerjee believes that the Indian audience has come of age and will eventually figure it out when he suggests it in passing, after the date.

The idea here is probably to show us that Lucky, with his straightforward stealing is probably the cleanest in a country full of people with secrets and lives they aren’t proud of. To do this without overstating or underlining the message is quite an achievement in the context of Hindi cinema and Banerjee is a master of subtlety.

The humour in the satire is largely cerebral. Which is why though you may never laugh out loud during the film, you go home thoroughly entertained and chuckle at its heartwarming simplicity and native charm. More so if you’re familiar with Delhi.

It is difficult to think of anyone else who would’ve played Lucky with such casual ease, his dimple doing most of the work in this film. A deglamourised Neetu Chandra is revelation. It is refreshing to see the versatile Paresh Rawal play three different roles (he’s a volcano of emotions as the father, a smooth slimeball in one and a deceitful gentleman in the other) in one film after watching him play the same type in three hundred different Priyadarshan films or less.

If you loved the brand of humour in Khosla Ka Ghosla, Oye Lucky is a landmine of laughs.

Yuvvraaj: Meet Prince Harming

November 29, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama
Director: Subhash Ghai
Cast: Anil Kapoor, Salman Khan, Zayed Khan, Katrina Kaif, Boman Irani, Mithun Chakraborty
Storyline: Rain Man set in Austria with paintings and music, minus the best parts.
Bottomline: Ghai lives in the eighties

The best part about Yuvvraaj were the trailers that played during the interval.

Zoya Akhtar’s Luck By Chance seems like an insider’s take on the Hindi film industry starring Farhan Akhtar, Konkana Sen, Rishi Kapoor, Juhi Chawla, Sanjay Kapoor, Isha Shervani, Dimple Kapadia and surprise, surprise… Hrithik Roshan.

The promo of Dibakar Banerjee’s Oye Lucky Lucky Oye entertained much more in a minute with its fun vibe than all of Yuvvraaj and Sunny Deol seems to be making a comeback to serious cinema with a courtroom drama ‘Right Yaa Wrong’ opposite Irrfan Khan. Whoa!

The future is bright. Truly time for Ghai to gracefully raise his hat and retire. No self respecting filmmaker would have continued to make films after a film like Kisna. But Ghai is made of thicker stuff.

If you’ve forgotten your moral science lessons from school or the villains from that era, you have to thank Mr.Ghai for taking you back to that time in Hindi cinema when greedy relatives used poison to kill the rightful heir to a huge fortune.

That long forgotten era when dialogues were considered to be subtle as long as the hero didn’t introduce himself as “Main Salman Khan Is Film Ka Main Hero Hoon.” In Yuvvraaj, the vamp never expressly uses the word “gold-digger” to admit that she’s one. She just says she wanted him only as long as he had his money and style.

Subhash Ghai is the master of that kind of subtlety (We suspect he also interned with Sanjay Leela Bhansali during Black and Saawariya).

It’s quite subtle how he quietly sneaks in a huge painting of wolves to form the backdrop of a scene where the villains get together to conspire against the hero.

A few scenes later, he shows us multiple shots of masks to suggest that one of the characters has started to believe that people are not what they are. Just to make sure you got that brilliant metaphor, the showman also shows us two characters literally holding the masks and taking them off. Cue in the music and the melodrama. What a waste of truly epic music. Let’s hope Rahman got paid a bomb for this. It would hurt any creator to see his work used like this, no matter how grand the sets look.

Yuvvraaj, like its title, is so beyond its expiry date and old fashioned, that Ghai probably wrote his script in hieroglyphics. That should explain quite a bit of that visual cues that dominate production design.

After taking half the length of the film to do what Barry Levinson’s ‘Rain Man’ did within its first ten minutes, Ghai tries to set the stage for Anil Kapoor to do a Dustin Hoffman in the second half of the
film. He replaces mathematical prowess with musical genius, trying to recreate the Taal effect.Anil is quite sincere too but what can he do in a role where he comes across like Michael Jackson in a room full of children. But obviously, Ghai has filled his room with children to subtly show you that this mentally ill man may need to constantly dye his hair black but he is like a child too.

Salman Khan is good where he has to fool around and just chill, chill but when it comes to heavy-duty drama, you just can’t take Sallu wearing a shirt, a suit and what not… Obviously he would be suffocated. And what’s with bad hair dye in this movie?

Katrina is quite natural when she has to moon over Salman and honestly, she does not need to act to win us over. Zayed Khan gets plenty of action here in a role that just needs to him act cool and
slap the hell out of Anil Kapoor. From what we see of the vamps, it is obvious that Mr.Ghai knows what the front-benchers want to see. He simply must graduate to porn for he seems to have a natural flair for erotica.

Unfortunately however, Yuvvraaj isn’t amusingly bad as Kisna and features no kinky Tarzan dance. This is the kind of bad film that you can’t even laugh at because when you have been held hostage for over three hours to endure painfully staid moral science lessons, the joke is on you.

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Dostana: When Chuck and Larry became Deewana-Mastana

November 15, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

There’s a thin line between making something outrightly subversive and completely juvenile. Judd Apatow’s brand of filmmaking walks that line. And Tarun Mansukhani’s effort stays shamelessly juvenile and is great fun if that’s all you need from your cinema.

But the tragedy about Dostana is that with a little more intelligence, it could’ve been a subversive masterstroke.

Yes, it is politically incorrect, irreverent and replete with gay stereotypes but if you forgive the trappings that come with being a mainstream Bollywood mass-based film, here’s a film that, even if half-heartedly or unintentionally, not just celebrates male bonding and but also converts its homophobic protagonists into guys who soon become comfortable in roles they pretend to assume and finally become people who don’t mind being officially recorded as ‘gay’ even (when they are not) simply because it makes lives easier for them.

Spoiler Alert till end of paragraph (Highlight to read): Towards the end, they are even made to kiss as ‘punishment’ for making homosexuality seem like a joke and that would’ve redeemed these juvenile characters a great deal, even if not wholly, had Bobby Deol not commented in disbelief that he would’ve never ever done anything like that (like kiss a man). Bobby saying that defeats the purpose of the exercise of teaching the homophobes a lesson because his reaction still makes the idea of two men kissing seem like the “unthinkable”. The ‘Y Tu Mama Tambien’-ish ending doesn’t help things either.

If the intention was to at least fake a semblance of political correctness, Dostana fails miserably. At no point does it come across as a film you would take seriously. It does make fun of gay people with its unpardonable stereotypes at one level but then, it’s also the kind of film that is likely to make the homophobe think again about what exactly is he/she afraid of about gay people?

At this stage of transition in outlook towards homosexuality, Dostana may just do the trick in making more people warm up to the idea of same sex couples simply because they’ve seen known straight icons like John Abraham and Abhishek share a sparkling chemistry pretending to be gay to a greater extent than Shah Rukh Khan and Saif Ali Khan did in Kal Ho Na Ho. Even if it is just for a dream sequence or a scenes of make-believe, visuals of two male icons dancing and romancing each other are likely to be strongly ingrained in the subconscious of the society. And two men having fun pretending is a great start because the first step towards an inclusive society is starting a dialogue.

Unless we joke about it, we won’t talk about it. And unless we talk about it, we are never going to understand another perspective.

Dostana, though set in Miami, largely reflects a society in transition and begins to address the issues of acceptance within the Indian framework of marriage and saas-bahu dynamics. The screenplay largely derived out of Hollywood romantic comedies and a few episodes of Friends does have its share of problems as characters walk in and disappear forever after much build-up. But there are a few nice touches that are essentially Indian. Like the bit when Abhishek swears that Gabbar Singh was gay. Or when he wonders aloud about Munnabhai’s affection for Circuit. But then again, you can’t help but remember that conversation in ‘Sleep With Me’ about Top Gun being the story of a man’s struggle with homosexuality.

Abhishek Bachchan, John Abraham and Boman Irani make even stereotypes delightful and Priyanka hasn’t looked better or dumber ever before as you are left wondering why would anyone in the right mind ever fall for/cast Bobby Deol? Haven’t they seen him shirtless in Apne? What would’ve been a cool twist is if Dharmendra Da Puttar was cast against the type and it turned out that he was gay. This would’ve also fixed the stereotype overdose.

Political incorrectness aside, Dostana is great mass entertainment manipulating the inherent homophobia of a country in the threshold of change, as it gets parents and children to share laughs over alternative sexuality and related issues that will no longer remain in the closet.

Vaaranam Aayiram: Gautham’s Autograph

November 14, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Though similar to Cheran’s autograph, this has Gautham’s signature all over it in big block letters.

Vaaranam Aayiram is an uncompromising film that’s all heart, indulgent and personal and that’s why you would be tempted to overlook the length, the pace and the overdose of voiceover that expressly overstates the obvious… It is somewhat strange when so much of it is spelt out in English and it does get to you when every sentence in the voiceover ends with “Daddy” but soon, you forget all about it and get sucked into another great moment.

The entire film is a collection of some truly great moments packaging nostalgia. And it’s the Suriya Show all the way as he turns in a career best performance as a father and the young man from 17 to 35. After Vaaranam, we can say for sure that he’s the best of the lot today. Here’s a guy who is content feeding the actor than the star in him and he revels in this role knowing pretty well that it could be a once in a lifetime opportunity to do an ‘Aarulirundhu Aruvadhu Varai.’

The filmmaker seems to have a natural flair for romance and Vaaranam in many ways plays out as the Best of Gautham. So yes, this is a nostalgia film that is bound to give you a sense of deja vu. There are times when we are hit with a little ‘Minnale,’ and times when we get the feel of ‘Kaakha Kaakha’ or ‘Vettaiyaadu.’ Maybe because they were born out of his personal experiences at some level – be it the loverboy who pursues and woos the girl he met once against all odds (Minnale) or the dignified officer who’s being wooed (Kaakha Kaakha) or when he’s showing us grown up romance (like Vettaiyaadu). But it also reminds you of your own days back in college, your first love and your relationship with your Dad.

While most of the individual chapters work well, the problem areas in Vaaranam are those sequences that try to connect the different phases in the young man’s life – whether it’s the period when he buys a house overnight for his father when he’s yet to clear his arrears in college or the phase during his addiction, these are bits that are conveniently and quickly resolved within a couple of scenes each.

But then, this is also one of those few films that freaks the hell out of you about the consequences of smoking without trying to be a full blown message film about deaddiction and rehabilitation.

For a film about a father-son relationship, there is no serious conflict between the two ever (except for a brief exchange during his addiction) and the lack of conflict results in the film becoming an assortment of episodes rather than one seamless narrative. Though each episode keeps you adequately engrossed, the voiceover that ties it together is a little weak making you wonder how long is that damn chopper ride?

But then, just around the time you are getting a little restless, there’s a Harris Jeyaraj number around the corner all set to haunt and play in your head in a loop, till the next one comes along.

Simran is the best of the women – it’s a great comeback vehicle for one of the best Tamil actresses ever. Sameera should seriously stick to sarees, she’s never looked better (except maybe in that Pankaj Udhas video Aahista Aahista) and Divya Spandana is a natural. It is quite a task to make a film without a comedy track or a serious villain or a filmy conflict and Gautham has made a fairly engaging film that strikes a chord despite its imperfections.

Fashion & Golmaal Returns: Belated Views

November 5, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Fashion:

Bhandarkar’s definition of realism is making dramatically depressing films. Time and again, he’s passed off his brand of depression as realism simply because the world he sets his characters in seem real and are peopled with stereotypes that you would identify with that universe. He slaps his middle-class morality into every territory he’s ever explored and has branded himself as a hard-hitting filmmaker known to expose truths.

Fashion is among his better formula films because it has a few interesting characters but Bhandarkar lets them down in not fleshing out the key parts of what’s interesting about them most. Why would a girl (Priyanka) who has reservations about sharing a house with a guy she trusts not even discuss or think about having an affair with a married man? What exactly is going through Mughda’s head when she agrees to marry her gay best friend and are there no complications that arise out of an unnatural marriage between a straight woman and a gay man? Kangana’s is one of the most interesting characters but then we hardly get to know much of her other than the fact that she keeps going back to her abusive boyfriend, does drugs and punctuates every sentence screaming Bastard. And does wardrobe malfunction have to be treated with so much melodrama – it’s something most model experience and Carol Gracias got an applause for the way she carried herself. The world of Fashion is much more understanding than as seen from Bhandarkar’s blinders.

Golmaal Returns:

Irreverence and self-deprecation is in, thanks to Om Shanti Om. Like the first installment, Golmaal Returns is equally forgettable but entertaining nonetheless. But seriously, imagine the audacity of the filmmaker to repeat his gags all over again just because the title promises that the franchise has returned.

This is strictly for fans of the first installment simply because there’s more of the same old. Devgan is less smarter this time around, Sharman has been substituted with Shreyas, Arshad has been reassigned a cop’s role and Tusshar reprises his role of playing the animated mute who talks through noises. Apart from Shreyas who rocks this part, the rest are barely passable and Arshad is worst hit with hardly any lines to keep himself afloat.

Karzzz: He, He He, Himesh… Ha Ha Ha Ha

October 24, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Comedy
Director: Satish Kaushik
Cast: Himesbhai, Indra Kumar’s not so lucky production – Beti – Shweta who ought to take up toothpaste modelling, Urmila Matondkar, Danny Danzongpa and Gulshan Grover looking every bit like Feroze Khan’s duplicate as Sir Judah.
Storyline: Many years ago, there was a siren, there was a moron… She killed him. To scare her to death, he’s re-born… ugly as hell.
Bottomline: Watch Om Shanti Om on DVD if you want a Karz tribute, for a spoof watch this one.

“Tum subah jab breakfast nahin karti ho, toh tumhe acidity ho jaati hai,” (When you don’t do breakfast, you get acidity in the stomach) says Monty (Himesbhai) trying to convince Princess Kamini (please note the smarty pants pun – Kameeni, also means very bad woman) that he knows her from last birth.

When the Princess dismisses this bit of trivia saying it’s part of general knowledge, Monty comes up with the sucker punch: “Jab tum kiss karti ho Kamini, toh tum aankhen bandh kar leti ho.” (I know that when you kiss, you close your eyes, Kamini) Now, Kamini is stumped and shell-shocked. How did he know? How did he know this unique quirky little habit of hers when the rest of the world usually plays dandiya on the occasion.

Besides when your boyfriend is Himesbhai, keeping your eyes closed all the time sounds like a good idea too. But actually, what Himesbhai is also trying to tell you is that he used to look once look like Dino Morea – he didn’t always look like Emraan Hashmi’s chubby twin with a wig, with a nasal voice, flabby cleavage and twiggy arms, you know.

If you walked in to watch the new Karzzzz, you have only yourself to blame. For starters, the smarty pants producers have expressly titled it Karz with the extra zees. They have put up Himesbhai’s ‘fotu’ on the poster to caution you further that vengeance is back (you made fun of him when he hid behind a cap in Aap Kaa Surroor: The Moviee – The Real Luv Story, look who’s back now – without it!) and for the benefit of those who aren’t wearing their smarty pants to the theatre, 15 minutes into the film, Himesbhai himself tells you, singing “Hurry Home Hurry, ” the anthem that replaces “Om Shanti Om” from the original.

I have to be honest though, I’m now a fan of Himesbhai and I am not ashamed of it. I have never cared much for his songs or his style of singing because I knew there was a good enough reason for him to hide his face. But to expose yourself like this, you need to be made of steel and concrete. And his facial expressions prove what he’s made of.

But, when he screams ‘Nahiiiiiin,’ it’s pure movie magic. My to-do list has a new entry right on top: To buy the Karzzzz DVD and cut a montage of Himesbhai’s screams. Some day, it will be useful to stop kids from crying.

Him apart, there are a few other reasons why Karzzz will be recommended as part of laughter therapy. The goon who wears lavender-pink satin tights as an underwear, the producer-beti heroine whose smile is so big that her mouth seems to begin from her ear, the villain who types out musical notes with his metallic arm which are then decoded and relayed across almost instantly and not to forget Dino Morea’s coming of age as an actor. Finally here’s a movie that will have critics writing: Dino Morea was the saving grace of the film. But the grace doesn’t last too long.

Like Sharon Stone did Basic Instinct 2, Urmila must do a Rangeela 2 (Smarty pants suggestion for sequel: Geela – Urmila wetter than before). But seriously, the best actress of the year has to go to Urmila Matondkar. Who else could’ve pulled off that surprise expression when Himesbhai tells her what she usually does during a kiss?

FREE: Watch my feature film That Four Letter Word online

October 14, 2008 · by sudhishkamath

Update:

Those who have been trying to watch the movie from India and been unable to because of slow streaming, I think I fixed the problem by also hosting the files on blip.tv. So just head here for everything you wanted to/ never wanted to know about That Four Letter Word and also watch the film. Since it’s the world’s first film to be given away free online, I think it’s time it had a home of its own.

Dear People Unfortunate Enough To Be Reading My Blog,

I have subjected some of you to my film already but this is for all those of you who got away without watching my first feature film That Four Letter Word which released a couple of years ago.

After a couple of weeks of testing, I have finally hosted my film on my blog and I think the picture quality too isn’t too bad considering the whole film can be watched online.

So whenever you have a couple of hours to spare, go here.

The password is: ipromisenottohateit

Please note that the password is subject to change. So, if you are unable to load the page using this password, please mail me at madeinmadras at gmail dot com and I will send you the new password in case of change.

Before you can watch it, here are the disclaimers:
1. This is a beta version of the digital print. Given limitations of streaming video online, this is the best size we could manage for a wordpress blog. Please watch with headphones for better audio quality.
If you are not happy with this picture quality, the film will be able on home video in India (through Moser Baer) and through video on demand (through Tata Sky) from mid-February 2009. Thank you again for your interest.

2. This is a low budget independent film made with a budget of Rs. three and a half lakhs and resources available at that point of time. At best, it’s a half decent effort, a five on ten film, which is also the reason you get to watch it free. You can read more on the making of the film at http://that4letterword.com

3. Play and Pause immediately to let the page load (Just like how you watch videos on Youtube). Depending on your internet connection, it may take around 10-40 minutes for you to load each of the two parts and you can start watching even if has buffering suggests only half of it is over because by the time you get to the halfway mark, the rest of it would have loaded too. So I suggest you let Part 2 load as you are watching Part 1. Part 3 is just the end credits, goofs and outtakes – and it’s three minutes long only because we have a long list of people to thank. So if you want to make a hit-list of all people responsible for this misadventure, don’t miss Part 3.

Do feel free to report any errors or problems faced in loading the page and I will do my best to assist you.
And those of you who have blogs, please feel free to spread the word and inflict it on the world. And please tell your friends not to embed the videos on to their blogs because as producers, we could flag the sites and report copyright violation. A link to this, however, will be appreciated.

This is probably for the first time here in India that a filmmaker is showing his entire feature length film online and free. And that’s because I want more people to have heard about the film and I hope that the word of mouth will help boost the DVD and home video sales in February 2009. Those who will download will anyway do so anyway and those who want to support the film will anyway buy DVDs… So I’m guessing no harm done here by this experiment. 🙂

Feedback on the film is welcome too. But remember what you typed as the password. 🙂

Have a that-four-letter-word-in’ time!
Cheers!
Sudhish Kamath

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