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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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    Delhi
    Gurgaon
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    Hyderabad (January 27)

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Interview: Ashvin Kumar – The path not taken

February 24, 2012 · by sudhishkamath

Ever since he took the Road to Ladakh almost a decade ago, filmmaker Ashvin Kumar’s has been taking the route not taken. He followed up that 48-minute film that almost didn’t get made with the Oscar nominated 15-minute short ‘Little Terrorist’ (2005) that helped in the release of a Pakistani 12-year-old boy who had crossed the border to retrieve his cricket ball, ‘The Forest’ (2008) an environmental thriller mostly shot in Corbett National Park and Bandhavgarh National Park and more recently, the controversial ‘Dazed in Doon’ (2010) that was initially commissioned and later disowned by his alma mater The Doon School on the grounds that he had shown the school in bad light.

His last film ‘Inshallah, Football’ was cleared with an Adult certificate after a long battle with the Censors. Tired of constantly having to assert his freedom of expression, Ashvin Kumar on Republic Day this year, went ahead and released his new film ‘Inshallah, Kashmir’ on the internet. (You can watch the film here). The film has since got over 50,000 views and generated a heated debate for his criticism of the Indian armed forces in Kashmir.  We talk to Ashvin Kumar about the aftermath and his journey down roads not taken by his peers.

What was the response after you put up your film on the internet bypassing the Censors?

In no time, there were about 300-400 comments, some violent criticism, right-wing vitriolic that my film was funded by fundamentalists… it was not easily digested by some but the balanced comments outnumbered these voices. But it was surprising that over 50,000 people watched it, fanned by just posts to friends over Facebook. There’s a market out there for films like these. It was a last minute knee-jerk reaction when an assistant suggested we just go ahead and put it up on the internet after what happened to ‘Inshallah, Football’. The only bit of publicity we got was through social networks. Facebook and Twitter and it just spread.

Tell us about your personal journey during the making the Inshallah films – did that in any way affect how you looked at the concept of state and nation? Have you been called anti-national for making these and how do you usually respond to that?

Just like we have fundamental rights, we have fundamental duties. When you see yourself in a place that’s the whirlwind of the conflict, you have to do something. I didn’t go there to make Inshallah, Kashmir. I went there originally to make a film on football. While making that film, I saw the other stuff. We were given unprecedented access into Kashmir and people who aren’t willing to talk opened up with honest testaments about the accounts of people who have been picked up by the State and subsequently ‘disappeared’. How do you explain 10,000 people missing in Kashmir? How do you explain picking up civilians and pass that off as national security and have it continue for the last 20 years?

Cinema is the one thing has censorship. But for every other medium, if people are offended, they go to court. But for cinema, censorship continues. It’s an archaic governing body that was enforced years ago by the coloniser. The British are no longer using it. When I left to Kashmir to shoot ‘Inshallah, Football’ I came across the most horrific things. I had no idea what I would find. I thought I had done my research but other than government propaganda, there’s no material out there on Kashmir. I like to keep myself informed about what’s going on. If this is how little I knew, then what chance does anyone have to know about what’s being perpetrated there? It’s a situation that needs to be discussed. We think of us as a democracy when there are still certain parts of country that’s run by the police state. These are things that irk me. I was a firm believer in armed forces, we looked up to a whole bunch of officers from the 70s and the 80s. But today, I am faced with disillusionment about what has happened to us. An entire generation of Kashmiris are not happy with us. How do you deal with them? For the last 20 years, they have seen India as a man with the gun. No child, nobody reaches the age of 14 or 15 without having any violent interaction with the Indian armed forces, without having been humiliated or slapped around. Journalists who write on such matters would have their phones tapped. That’s the level of intimidation and indignation that led me to make this film. A patriot would be shamefaced about this. He would be ashamed to know what is going on. Patriotism doesn’t mean launching a flag, it’s the idea of freedom. That’s what we fought for. Freedom for every citizen of the country. Let us walk in the streets, protest, allow journalists to write stories, not whitewash in the name of national security. Even freedom to SMS was something that is a recent development in Kashmir. The Indian state comes across as a heavy hand. A real patriot is he who comes out and says there’s something wrong here. The first step towards reconciliation is acknowledgement. You must have strength of character to look into the mirror and say we did something wrong.

Where you worried about the risk of endangering lives of ex-militants who came on camera given the sensitivity of the situation?

It continues to worry me but I found the bravest people over there. I am against violence. These people when they spoke on camera were like: “What more can we lose?” They had come on camera to make a point.  Kashmir deserves a 100 films. If you have a problem with my film, why don’t you go make yours. The answer to a movie is another movie. Not banning it. Why repeat the stuff that has been in public domain? Every document written on Kashmir has only the State’s version. The government point of view has exhaustively been covered.

There’s a short byte/ reaction from Omar Abdullah that’s cut short abruptly to black in your film? (The film has a scene where a militant gives his version first hand to the CM Omar Abdullah)

I like the guy. He seems like a good guy. Though personally, I think he could do more. He’s young and he’s made some efforts. He went on camera to say that though he’s heard these stories before, it was the first time he was hearing them straight from a militant. You need to meet these guys who form a huge part of your electorate and see what’s happening. From whatever I have been reading, he’s doing his bit to rectify the situation but I am doubtful of what I read in the papers. I shouldn’t be saying this to a journalist.

How does Censorship affect the economics of documentary filmmaking given that the avenues for revenues seem limited?

It massacres, it slaughters it. A small part of it why I put it up online was that people aren’t going to watch it. I called for RTI about the CBFC discussion on Inshallah, Football and read that they found that the characters are not believable. It costs 25,000 to 30,000 to make an appeal to the Censor board. You have to rent a Films Division theatre, serve them tea and snacks, show it in 35 mm. The idea seems to make it more and more difficult. The appeal committee is more conservative than the censor board. And if you aren’t happy, you go to the High court and then Supreme court. It takes 18 months or three years before you might get a favourable verdict. Every little recourse is there to frustrate.

The Censor board does not realise it is now called the Central Board of Certification. I favour certification, CBFC should restrict itself to certifying, not banning. It should comprise of people who understand cinema. It should be run by the film industry itself. The guidelines should be crystal clear, not whimsical, not somebody’s idea of patriotism. Given all this, the money you make out of India as a documentary filmmaker is like pocket money. The Indian film distribution system is particularly obsessed with a certain kind of cinema. It’s lazy, unimaginative, run by people with very little qualification. It’s a round robin with the same people are judging, churning out the same nonsense every time. Education in cinema is wholly deficient. It’s not surprising that you don’t get to watch films that test your boundaries. It’s a business run by gamblers putting their money on hope.

An edited version of this interview appeared here.

Watch the first seven minutes free below:

Oscars 2012: A look at the Best Actor category

February 23, 2012 · by sudhishkamath

This year’s list of Oscar nominees was the most controversial in recent times. With at least three deserving candidates – Joseph Gordon Levitt (50/50), Ryan Gosling (Ides of March), Leonardo DiCaprio (J.Edgar) (I am yet to watch Shame but I am told Fassbender is another glaring omission) – completely ignored, this year’s nominees are just plain lucky to be nominated. Here’s a closer look at the men who got the Academy’s attention.

Demian Bichir, A Better Life

Playing the illegal immigrant Carlos Galindo who goes searching for his truck that gets stolen on Day 1, Bichir turns in an earnest, heartbreaking performance in this film that reminds you of Bicycle Thieves. The honesty and poignancy that he brings to the role is hard to ignore. Certainly among the more well-deserved of nominations. The actor was first noticed playing Fidel Castro in the Che films and went on to get star in the TV show Weeds and given the Academy’s record of favouring the more experienced actors, Bichir may have to settle for just the nomination this time. This is one of those noms that the Academy uses to tell us a new actor has arrived, we have taken notice and we always consider people of other races and minorities too. Especially in a film about a man risking everything he has for a Better Life in the United States of America.

George Clooney, The Descendants

Good old Clooney has turned in some fine performances. His performance as Matt King in The Descendants, no doubt, is one of his best. He can break down the strongest of men in that last scene when he bids goodbye to his dying wife with nothing but just one simple line of dialogue: “Goodbye, my love. Goodbye, my friend. My joy. My pain. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.” Beyond that, there is no reason he should even be nominated on the merit of this role. The Academy would’ve just felt bad about him not winning for Up in the Air (2010) or Michael Clayton (2008) after being nominated. And that’s probably the only reason he would and should win this year.

Jean Dujardin, The Artist

The Artist is that film that foreign film that everyone’s excited about, one that’s threatening to win every other award that it has been nominated for. As a complete contrast to The King’s Speech, The Artist features Dujardin as the fading star of the silent film era. He does not have to speak throughout the film except for a line at the end, one that finally reveals why he wasn’t cut out for talkies. This is a film that rides high on charm and concept and yes, while the dance that Dujardin does in the climax alone is worth the price of admission to this film, it is certainly not something worth considering overlooking Joseph Gordon Levitt or Ryan Gosling or Leonardo DiCaprio. The Artist is one of those crowd-pleasing simple jury-friendly films that may just steal Clooney’s thunder this year.

Gary Oldman, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

Since there’s no token senior citizen performance to honour this year, that slot goes to 53-year-old Oldman playing a much older George Smiley, the retired head of the intelligence services called upon to investigate a mole. While the film itself is hard to follow if you haven’t read the book or seen the TV series, Oldman’s presence in the film undeniably looms large and you can’t help but notice the finesse he brings to the role. This is not the kind of role that has any sentimental connect with the Academy (in fact most of the older Academy members may not even have the patience to care for this complex narrative), it still makes for a token nomination to honour the best reviewed film that they just didn’t understand.

Brad Pitt, Moneyball

As Billy Beane, the general manager of an underdog team of ragtag players trying to take on the richer teams with the help of science rather than scouts, Brad Pitt scores with in a phenomenally understated performance in this baseball sports drama. The smartly written Moneyball is a less emotional Jerry Maguire for this generation, one that offers Pitt just enough meat to showcase his range as an actor. Based on a true story, it’s a role that does not necessitate larger than life histrionics. It’s a character we understand more through his introspective brooding moments or silent clench of the fist. Just too classy a performance to actually win the big prize.

Ekk Deewana Tha: Why didn’t we fall in love with Amy

February 17, 2012 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Romance
Director: Gautham Vasudev Menon
Cast: Prateik, Amy Jackson, Manu Rishi
Storyline: An aspiring filmmaker’s on and off turbulent relationship with a confused girl is headed for… two endings. A popular one and a director’s cut.
Bottomline: This miscast remake is surprisingly more emotional and may work for those who haven’t seen the Tamil/Telugu versions

From the moment he decided to cast Amy Jackson as Jessie, one of the most complex women characters ever written in Tamil cinema, Gautham Vasudev Menon’s second outing was never going to be easy.
Menon reasoned that he wanted a fresh face for the role, someone who walks into their lives just like she did into the boy’s. Unfortunately, with those foreign looks, Amy Jackson has been made up so much… just to look simple and native. A role Trisha simply turned into a career best.
And the boy, Prateik, looks too much of a kid and the fact that he wears lipstick… ok, lip colour, doesn’t make it any easy for us to relate to his childish obsession, however, endearing and less aggressive than Simbu.
But there is a certain honesty about characters that Menon creates. Traits that make these characters one of a kind. Flawed and human. Which is why I prefer a badly made up film like Ekk Deewana Tha for giving us real characters with modern Indian middle class issues – age, religion, race, career, etc. than a good looking Hollywood-derived elite film like Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu with shallow characters (standing up for himself against his own family is the greatest personal triumph for the hero).
Though Ekk Deewana Tha discusses them, it was never about age, religion, race or career. It was always just about the girl. A girl as crazy as Jessie. “Of all the people in the world, why did I have to fall in love with Jessie,” as the opening lines of the film go. This is a “Why the hell did I fall in love with this girl” story, one that 500 Days of Summer milked for angst, one that’s effectively justified with the original Tamil ending. A film about this angst JUST. CANNOT. MUST NOT have a popular ending. It ruins the whole point of the film.
The Telugu crowd-pleaser was a commercial cop-out and the need to retain both endings for different theatres is an even greater one. It makes the makers seem as confused as the girl in the story.
But then, even the Tamil ending was a little contrived. Why would a girl who didn’t walk eight steps towards him when she sees him in the US, travel 8000 miles to come and watch his film, especially if she’s not into films and more importantly, if she’s not into him any more? How does a boy be friends with the girl he still loves? Is that the tragedy of his existence? That he has been friend-zoned? Interestingly, just last week, we Ek Main… ended on a similarly messy note. How does this resolve or give the story its closure?
What works for this film is its ability to capture Jessie’s mood-swings from ‘Yes, I want this relationship’ to ‘No, it’s too difficult’ and in many ways, this is our definitive modern middle class Indian girl of today. She can stand up for herself when she has to. She’s free-spirited when she wants to. She decides if she wants the relationship or not. She wears the pants. And she’s comfortable in her salwar suit.
This emotional tug of war between boy and girl is what makes the film slowly grow on you, the director choosing to play things out in a less contrived fashion. No more US trips. Just a chance encounter at a place that serves as the metaphor for what he was making – that symbol of love.
The fresh parts of Rahman’s score really work in these portions in the second half while the old ones used in the first half only underline the sensibility disconnect between the cinemas of the North and the South.
You are sucked into the turmoil of this turbulent romance by the end with solid support from Manu Rishi’s lines (He also chips in with a fine performance). Prateik finally seems to be comfortable and it is Chinmayi’s voice that bails out Amy Jackson in that heavy-duty Taj Mahal scene.
It’s a frustrating watch because of what it achieves despite this casting. We know she’s not who she’s supposed to be, this Amy Jackson.
Why did WE fall in love with Jessie?

Good Night | Good Morning now out on DVD

February 14, 2012 · by sudhishkamath

The easiest way to get a DVD of Good Night | Good Morning delivered home is through Flipkart. They have free shipping and a 15 per cent discount. Order here.

And here’s the complete Screenplay of Good Night Good Morning: Download

Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu: A little less inspiration, please?

February 12, 2012 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Coming of age/ Romantic Comedy
Director: Shakun Batra
Cast: Imran Khan, Kareena Kapoor, Boman Irani, Ratna Pathak Shah
Storyline: A 25-year-old architect marries a 27-year-old hairstylist in Vegas after a night of revelry and must spend 2 weeks with her & her family to find himself & annul the wedding
Bottomline: A new beginning for Hindi cinema except that every other scene is inspired from another film.

Before scripting, I suspect the writers (Shakun Batra and Ayesha DeVitre) put together an edit of their favourite movie moments and then came up with a story to string it all together. Like the glum workaholic Orlando Bloom-ish failed protagonist fired from his job at the beginning of Elizabethtown. Or strangers hooking up in Vegas, getting married after a night of drunken revelry (What Happens in Vegas). Or when Harry spat out gum out of the closed car window to Sally’s disgust (When Harry Met Sally, of course, except that here, Imran is Sally). Or meeting her politically incorrect parents (2 Days in Paris) or standing up to his own (Bommarillu/ Santosh Subramaniam)… Pretty much everything in the film unfolds with a sense of déjà vu.

But it’s to the director’s credit that he’s managed to make it seem fresh, thanks to framing (debutant cinematographer David MacDonald), music (Amit Trivedi) and performances of its two leads Imran Khan and Kareena Kapoor who play characters well within their comfort zones. It helps that they have both played similar roles before and have excelled in playing these types.
Massively derived from Hollywood, Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu too is plagued with the same problems you would find in their romantic comedies. While the guy is the typical lost yuppie, the girl is the Manic Pixie Dream Girl whose only purpose in the film is to help the lost hero find himself.

On one hand, it wants the lost hero to get rid of that corporate noose (signified by the tie), and find his peace and on the other, it finds itself trapping its hero in an intensely messy love story that remains largely unresolved (unless a stalemate counts for a resolution) simply because we don’t know enough about the girl other than the fact that she’s the Manic Pixie Dream Girl type, the angel who helps the lost soul find his way outside home.

What happens when you borrow from many films is that somewhere you lose track of what your film is about. And that’s the problem with this romantic comedy that never really comes of age. Nor does this coming of age film work as a romantic comedy.

Standing up to your parents to tell them what you want to do is just Chapter 1 of growing up. This is where Wake Up Sid scores and Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu fails because this is more about the Ek (specifically him) than the two. Also, it ends rather prematurely leaving you with more questions than answers.

Structurally, this would make a great pilot for a TV show about one searching for love in a friend and another searching for friendship in love and the tug of war between the two. Or maybe this was planned as a prequel to a series of many films in a franchise. But as a stand alone film, this is at best an ‘average’ film. As Riana shows Rahul the bright side of being average, that is not bad at all. In fact, it’s so nicely put together that you wish it went beyond just the first chapter despite any issues you may have with the bastardisation of plot, characters and situations heavily derived from Hollywood.

Director Shakun Batra shows promise and with a little less inspiration from his DVD collection, this may just turn into a fun franchise. Very rarely do we get a Hindi film that is frustratingly short of good, one that merits discussion and debate. One that has the spunk and cheek to stop in the middle of a story and bring up The Beginning. Go watch it just for that sprightly young confidence.

Players: The perfect robbery

January 8, 2012 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Comedy

Director: Abbas-Mustan

Cast: Abhishek Bachchan, Sonam Kapoor, Bipasha Basu, Neil Nitin Mukesh, Bobby Deol, Sikander Kher, Omi Vaidya

Storyline: A heist goes wrong and the team leader must rob the betrayer.

Bottomline: A spoof is one way to remake The Italian Job.

Critics seem to underestimate the genius of Abbas-Mustan or even Farhan Akhtar who came out with a similar film a fortnight ago. Decades from now, they will be hailed as the founding fathers of the Bollywood New Wave and be spoken in the same breath as Orson Welles or Godard. *Ahem Ahem* *Chokes*

Don 2 and Players mark the birth and perfection of a form that has been in the making over the past decade with unpolished gems like Race, Prince or Mission Istaanbul getting most of these elements right.

Bollywood’s New Wave is not just modern or postmodern cinema, it is a meta-psychological gratification of the inner subconscious of today’s generation of viewers. A generation for whom the most important aspect of pop-culture is entertainment that is reactive and borne out of an existential need to let out steam by one driving desire: to make fun of people.

To put it simply, the viewer gets maximum entertainment when he is able to participate in manufacturing it. So if he can make snide remarks or tweet about how bad it was, he feels happy and entertained. Director duo Abbas-Mustan and Farhan Akhar have broken the wall that has separated the creators and the consumers of cinema by letting the audience in on the joke they are telling us.

Here’s how Abbas-Mustan pulled it off.

1. The Usual Suspects: Who are the guys the audience makes fun of the most? Star kids. Line them up. Abhishek Bachchan is made fun of for his rapstar image, for having a Bluetooth set stuck up his ear and showing up in his Dhoom costume no matter what film he is in. Make him do all of that. Sign up Sikander Kher for the acting powerhouse that he is, Sonam Kapoor for her fashion sense (you can always make her wear leopard print leggings), Bobby Deol… Just put him in, we will figure out the joke later. And one more actor who needs to be a mole but with a huge mole on his face so that the audience can identify him right from the start… Maybe that Johnny Gaddar boy. Gee, what’s he going to do in this movie?

2. The Originality Debate: Every time we make a movie, the audience and the critics make a big deal about plagiarism. Abeyaar, what it is to you? Ok, fine, we bought the rights, happy? But for the money we paid, we will remake both Italian Jobs in the same movie even if we just paid for one and set it everywhere but Italy. We will do unmentionable things to it right in front of your eyes and you can’t complain we stole a film. Players becomes that rare film with near identical first and second halves because you are watching the exact same film twice.

3. The Predictablity Predicament: The idea is to turn everything meta. The actors are part of the joke (they are not going to complain even if you call one of them Spider) and then make him stay in a Bat, no… Spider-Cave. To mess with the audience’s perception of the predictable, you make the characters so inconsistent – one minute they are in the good team and the other they are bad. Every time you make them change teams, you bring about a twist. Since this is a meta-movie, make the hero spell it out before unraveling it: “The final twist always belongs to the hero”.

4. Sex and Sexuality: A good meta-movie raises the right questions through the right players. Like a Russian military officer tells Bipasha when she wants to break into a song instead of getting straight to the action, “Why do Indians always sing when you feel horny?”

5. Movies as heist: The structure of storytelling of this post-postmodern form is simply this: We, the creators, will come up with the first line and you, the audience, will complete the joke. You are happy because you get to make a joke and we are happy because you paid for the ticket. You laugh your way by trending on Twitter and we laugh our way to the bank. A perfect robbery.

Okay, before they print this on their DVD to con more people, here’s the disclaimer: The movie entertains a lot but not the way it wants to. Go only if you want to make fun of it. Else, go for Gold or at least cash. But make sure you get one of the two.

(This review originally appeared here.)

Guilty Pleasures – 2011 (Hindi)

January 2, 2012 · by sudhishkamath
Every year, we have those film that may not make any best of the year list but we may just love catching on TV or DVD. You’ve read my best of the year (film that I think make for good cinema) but here’s the more populist list to accommodate the films I wouldn’t mind watching again despite the issues I had with them. My guilty pleasures of 2011.
1. Ra.One:
Hype killed this film for me. Kids helped me rediscover it. One that’s more fantasy than science fiction and set pieces inspired by every Hollywood movie made, Ra.One made up for its cheese with more cheese. Shah Rukh Khan made a seriously silly film that entertained despite the huge holes in the paperless plot. Ra.One ended up more as a remake of Om Shanti Om with SRK reincarnated as a Robot but boy, look at those visual effects – especially that train wreck scene… Perfect if you have to babysit a bunch of kids.
2. Singham:
Packed with probably the best collection of punch lines (ok, let’s rephrase that… collection of smart punch lines in a mass based movie this year), Singham worked as long as it stayed faithful to the Tamil version but resorts to a cheat ending, by turning a personal confrontation into a larger police force versus criminals issue. Why even try to be Khakhee? A silly film but went easy with the popcorn.
3. Don 2:
Don 2 ki sabse badi galti yeh hai ki woh Don remake ka sequel hai. Instead of capitalizing on this opportunity to make a full-blown chase film with set piece action, for reasons known best to himself, Farhan Akhtar makes Don as a heist film! (Ok, fine, make a heist film if you insist but why call it The Chase Begins?) As fundamentally flawed as it was, playing out like a narcissistic star vehicle for Shah Rukh Khan, we must admit it brought us a few laughs, some unintentional but some that were indeed planted as a throwback to the 1970s.
4. Force:
Though the title made us think we are in for rape of Kaakha Kaakha after those horrible trailers showcasing beefy John AbraHAM’s acting prowess, the film turned out to be a pretty solid B-movie by staying faithful to the original script. Spoiler alert (but hey, it’s a guilty pleasure list anyway): And the fact that they killed Genelia made us root for the film a lot more.

 

5. Yeh Saali Zindagi

Sudhir Mishra has made some serious films, he is allowed to have his fun. Just count the number of times that dude makes out with Aditi Rao and you’ve already got your money’s worth back. Add cheesy visual effects and assorted characters you are likely to lose count of and what you get is this super fun black comedy that is a tad overwritten but all is forgiven for the man who gave us Hazaaron Khwaaishen  Aisi.
6. Mujhse Fraaandship Karoge:
The screenplay might have unfolded as conveniently as the writers wanted but there’s no denying that the actors kept us hooked to this silly romantic comedy. The girls were hot and the laughs kept coming in regular intervals. One of those rare films from the YRF’s Y Films stable that is surprisingly watchable. Saba Azad FTW!
7. Yamla Pagla Deewana:
As one of the characters in this funny to the point of being stupid Deol-Dharam family showcase says: “Star gaya tel lene. Hawaijahaaz ko hi vote dena” (Don’t go by the star, vote for the helicopter), one can argue that the underlying subtext is that of criticism versus escape. The helicopter used as a metaphor for a light flight of make-believe and escape (read: lies) by the politician (read: filmmaker) to get your vote, much against the campaign by the star-waale (read: critics).
8. Shaitan:
So fucking cool and stylish, this movie can be watched any time and from any point with its absolutely rocking soundtrack and visual flair. Never mind that all the quirkiness and bizarreness is all cut short halfway and the script plays it safe without letting its characters go all out nihilistic but that shouldn’t take away anything from Bejoy Nambiar’s brilliance as a technician. An entertaining urban visual-rock anthem. Almost.
9. Bbuddah Hoga Tera Baap:
This is purely for Amitabh Bachchan fans. It plays out like a Tamil/Telugu film with its fight first-punch line later attitude and it’s not a pretty sight watching the old man we love flaunt his paunch but go deeper into what the film is trying to do and you can’t help but grin and watch the angry, not so young man do what he does best – Kick ass!
10. Dum Maro Dum:

One of the most underrated suspense films of the year, Dum Maro Dum may not have had the best casting (Read: Rana Dagubatti in a role that required a much more solid actor) and was rather inconsistent with its mood. Moments within you feel sorry for a man who has lost his wife, he turns into this rapstar dude singing to the camera, we never take the film seriously after that but it has some really cheeky pop culture references to make Sergio Leone smile.

Five that almost made it:

Speedy Singhs, Chillar Party, Chalo Dilli, Bodyguard, Not a Love Story

Five Films that were so bad that were good:

Chitkabrey: Laugh riot. Boobies plus bad acting guarantees it a cult status among lovers of grindhouse cinema.

Haunted: One word: Mimoh. Ok, Mahaakshay. Additional bonus, the epic ghost-raping-ghost scene.

Loot: Mimoh plus more bad acting from Suniel Shetty & some laughs from Govinda and Javed Jaffrey.

Thank You: Presence of Booby Deol in any film is an indication for a wickedly bad film and the fact that it’s directed by Bazmee absolutely guarantees it.

Rascals: To watch Devgan and Sanjay Dutt make excuses to grope fake Kangana boobies for real.

Best of 2011: The Year Bollywood Grew Up

December 31, 2011 · by sudhishkamath

Usual disclaimers: The top grossers of the year have absolutely no correlation to critical acclaim. Critics are not soothsayers of commercial success or representative of public opinion and every best of the year list around the world are at best a sum up of personal favourites – one person’s opinion – and not to be accorded any further importance than just that. Also, only films that have had a nationwide theatrical release have been considered in making this list.

2011 was the year when films stepped out of the safe zone. Here’s how.

10: Aarakshan | Rating: 6.5/10

Aarakshan was a political landmine that addressed the issue of reservation by advocating inclusion and insisting that the issue thrived on discrimination. After setting up the points of debate in the first half, the film soon assumes the drama and syntax of street-theatre (simplification of good and evil with archetypes) to get its point across to the grassroots, much to the disappointment of the urban elite. Rarely do filmmakers set out to make big political films and despite the sensibility disconnect, director Prakash Jha had his heart in the right place. Read the full review here.

9: The Dirty Picture | Rating: 7/10

Very rarely does the Bollywood heroine get a role with enough meat. Even if she did, very rarely did she flaunt all that meat. Vidya Balan was brave enough to get herself out of shape to play a siren from the South and faced the cameras with make-up designed to make her look ugly in the second half. We only wish the Milan Luthria’s film went deeper into her soul without shying away from darkness and tragedy as the film cuts to song and dance afraid to show us pain and suffering. Read full review here.

Number 8: Zindagi Milegi Na Dobara | Rating: 7/10

Zoya Akhtar’s confidently slow paced holiday film with the boys was let down by the blatant in-your-face promotion of Spain as a tourist destination and Hollywood hero issues (Daddy, girl, space issues respectively). ZNMD made up by creating some genuinely warm moments of fun and will be remembered as the day the mainstream Bollywood heroine took the initiative and rode a cruiser to seize the moment and kiss her man.  A delightful role reversal. Read full review here.

Number 7: I am Kalam | Rating: 7/10

We complain that we don’t make films for children and that cinema is becoming too adult but when those rare little gems come out, what were the parents doing? Nila Madhab Panda’s I am Kalam is the film the man it is dedicated to will approve of. It’s a sweet little inspiring film about children and spirit that shows a young India at the cusp of change. After setting it up so credibly, it settles to be a regular entertainer with a happy ending. Read the full review here.

Number 6: Stanley Ka Dabba | Rating: 7/10

The freshness of Amole Gupte’s Stanley Ka Dabba is to be seen to be believed. It’s realistic, choking and a tad manipulative with that social message slapped on it towards the end, but an effective, engaging film that completely charms you with its ensemble and heartwarming moments of spirit. With no Aamir Khan, or any familiar name in the credits, Stanley Ka Dabba works magic with its innocence. Read the full review here.

Number 5: Delhi Belly | Rating: 7/10

Delhi Belly was like that street food that causes the condition. Unhealthy yet inviting. Bollywood finally became brave enough to swear and casually show oral sex on screen. With its laugh a minute irreverence and attitude, this patchy but funny film directed by Abhinay Deo and written by Akshat Verma was the night Bollywood got old enough to be allowed into the frat house and let out everything that’s been repressed. Read the full review here.

Number 4: I Am Afia Megha Abhimanyu Omar | Rating: 7/10

This one deserves to be up here among the best simply because it dared to tell stories no one ever told you before. Onir’s anthology film with a superb ensemble handled complex issues of identity, child abuse, incest and homosexuality with great sensitivity and understanding, without ever resorting to shock and awe to sensationalise the issues explored. Read the review here.

Number 3: Shor In The City | Rating: 7/10

An explosive film that captures the inter-connectedness of chaos and karma in Mumbai as a microcosm of India, Shor In The City and makes you fall in love with the noise. Raj & DK’s influences may be Western but the heart of this film beats for India with its non-judgmental take on morality, supremacy of karma and the overbearing force of the universe. Read the full review here.

Number 2: Pyaar Ka Punchnama | Rating: 9/10

This was a story on the bittersweet pangs of love told from an unabashedly male point of view. A rare perspective that showed men as the weaker sex. This has a bunch of stereotypical women just like how chick flicks paint men in monotones but what makes it all real is how it explores men and their vulnerability when it comes to relationships, yet keeping the mood light. No Hindi film has captured relationship angst better than that five-minute monologue in Luv Ranjan’s Pyaar Ka Punchnama. Funny and intense. Read the full review here.

Number 1: Rockstar, directed by Imtiaz Ali | Rating: 9/10

This sufi rock opera was the almost-perfect musical narrative in ages, fronted by a solid Ranbir Kapoor with Nargis Fakhri being the only jarring note. Indian cinema found another outlet for all that has been repressed. Romance, sex but most of all, choice and freedom. The angst of an alienated artiste who hates to conform has never felt more real. Hats off to Ranbir Kapoor, Imtiaz Ali and A.R. Rahman, the men who rocked 2011 by giving us most things that went right with our Hindi cinema. The film that gave the system the finger. Read the full review here.

(The ones that almost made the list: Bol, That Girl in Yellow Boots, Shaitan (didn’t get a chance to review it but was let down by the second half), Tanu Weds Manu, Dhobi Ghat, Yeh Saali Zindagi, No One Killed Jessica, Mujhse Fraandship Karoge (didn’t review, loved the acting but too many co-incidences to take seriously), Ra.One & Ladies Versus Ricky Bahl… in that order)

This list originally appeared in The Hindu.

Don 2: Two Plates and a Ham Burglar

December 27, 2011 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Action

Director: Farhan Akhtar

Cast: Shah Rukh Khan, Priyanka Chopra, Lara Dutta, Boman Irani, Kunal Kapoor

Storyline: Don is a smartass. Don is a smartass. Don is a smartass. Repeat statement scene after scene.

Bottomline: Ra.One was the smarter SRK film this year.

Imagine this. You’re in prison. You haven’t eaten all day. And someone tells you: You have fifteen minutes to come up with a script for the Don sequel. And you can walk free.

No time to think. You start with the punchlines first. Obviously, you begin with the epic one that the 1978 film made popular. “Don Ko Pakadna Mushkil Hi Nahin, Na Mumkin Hai”. You come up with a couple of good ones. But since you’re running out of time, you just fill in Punchline Nos. 13, 26 and 49 with the same “Don Ko Pakadna” line.

Too much pressure. But you are in prison and need to get out.

Fine, put that in the first act. Don is in prison. But wait, he can’t get caught according to the best punchline you have. Ok, so he got himself in.

But why? You don’t know. Ok, so you write “Don smiles mysteriously.”

Ten minutes left.

You continue scribbling… Don is in prison. But Don has many a dushman (arch-enemy in Don-speak) there. Ok, let’s say Don has come to break one of his enemies out of prison. Say Vardhan (Boman Irani). Why? You don’t know. So you write “Don smiles mysteriously.”  You can think of the why later.

Now you are really stuck.

All you can think of is prison and prison food. Stale fish served last week had inmates down with food poisoning. Brainwave. Engineer food-poisoning and break jail.

All that thought of food is getting you hungry. What you would not give for a plate of leftovers. A brainwave again. Don wants to steal plates. Plates? Five minutes left.

Focus. YOU want a plate of food. Don probably just wants to steal plates used to make money. How? Write “Don smiles mysteriously.”

Think harder. Don’s a chase film. You can’t just change genre and make it a heist film. That would be blasphemy. But you need to get out before prison changes the genre of your life to gay porn.

Fourteen minutes are up. Don steals the plates. How? Action scenes. Let action director figure that out. Also add, “Don smiles mysteriously.” Lame big shocking twist. Obvious one but time up. The End.

So you smile mysteriously and hand over your script. You’re free.

It turns out that Farhan Akhtar who has ambitions of making a slick looking film like Ocean’s Eleven with stunts from Mission Impossible has already started shoot before he’s read your script.

Since it’s the sequel, the actors already know what they are doing. Shah Rukh Khan walks in suits, reels of slow motion shots are canned and bottles of hair gel are sacrificed, take after take.

Lara Dutta shakes it to the tune of the title track of the previous film since she’s been told the song will be just like the old one.

Priyanka knows she has to say all her lines exactly the same way when she speaks to Don. In a tone that says: “I want to do you. I want to do you now.”

SRK loves the punchlines. They glorify him. Wait till Sallu hears them.

“Let me do it again,” says Shah Rukh after every line. “A punchline needs to be delivered in style.” But Mr. Khan, there are some 50 punchlines in here, says the assistant director. “It’s ok. They love me,” he opens his arms wide, smirks and delivers it like Punchline No. 51 looking at us.

They are at the scene where Don can just trigger off an explosion and escape but that would mean SRK doesn’t get a chance to say a good line. “Well, we have to shoot Roma then,” says the action director. Bang. Roma is shot. And timing presents itself. “Little does Don’s Dushman know that before he can make a move, Don has already made his next,” says Don. Boom.

The editor wishes his studio exploded and didn’t have to put this together. But he’s getting a fat cheque. He does his job to the best of his ability and is almost done when he hears that line “Don Ko Pakadna Mushkil hi nahin…”

Screw it, says the editor, stops it right before SRK could finish the line and walks out.

End credits slapped together with a song recorded even before the script was written. The film releases. And a critic scratches his head wondering if he should take this cheesy action entertainer seriously enough to dissect or analyse it.

“Ok, whatever I can type in 15 minutes,” he says.

This review originally appeared here.

The Dirty Picture: Choli Ke Peeche Dil… missing!

December 10, 2011 · by sudhishkamath

Genre: Drama

Director: Milan Luthria

Cast: Vidya Balan, Emraan Hashmi, Tusshar Kapoor, Naseeruddin Shah

Storyline: Small town girl runs away from home to become a star of dirty pictures

Bottomline: A fantastic Vidya Balan fronts this entertaining, titillating romp that delivers one tight slap on the face of hypocrisy of showbiz… but does little else.

Picture this: A sexy Scarlett Johansson (or Zuleikha Robinson if you want some Indian blood) in a Kimi Katkar biopic directed by Danny Boyle. There’s meticulous attention paid to recreate the feel of Mumbai with Hindi film posters, Bollywood dance choreography, low cut cholis etc. but… all the speaking parts and even some of the songs are in English. Except for one. Say Chamma Chamma! Think that would make for a credible biopic set in the eighties?

Yes, Milan Luthria may not be our Danny Boyle. But The Dirty Picture is just as out of place in Madras as that Scarlett film in Mumbai. All the posters and a lot of the production design is in Tamil but the songs and speaking parts are in Hindi. The only Tamil song used is the jingle-savvy Nakku Mukka, which is anything but representative of the eighties. And this fish out of water feel of this biopic considerably waters down the impact. We are never able to take this film seriously beyond what the title promises. A dirty picture. That too, almost.

Vidya Balan performs with an attitude that Scarlett may never be capable of. This is the single-most boldest performance by a woman in the history of Indian cinema not because of the reels of cleavage, in almost every frame in fact, but because of the large frame she flaunts and carries off on screen in an age where heroines are called fat if they cannot maintain a size zero figure. Vidya apparently put on 12 kilos for this film and they all show. It needs some amount of guts and sass to pull it off and she sizzles in this role tailor-made to show off her acting chops.

Like she says, “Films run only because of one reason: Entertainment, entertainment, entertainment. And I am entertainment,” this is a film that will truly run because Vidya Balan is entertainment. She wears slutty clothes, makes dirty noises, pouts out horny faces, dances with thunder thighs and delivers some great old fashioned dialoguebaazi, speaking mostly in punch-lines.  She makes it impossible for you to take your eyes off the screen even when things get predictable in the later part of the film.

The makers (Milan Luthria and writer Rajat Arora) seem a little too afraid to get into the darker aspects of the tragic life of a star like Silk and most of the sadness is limited to showing the dark circles under her eyes. Even when her life is spiraling down, the film wants to go away from the tragedy and show you a love song. Clearly, they don’t want to depress you because depressing films don’t do well at the box office.

However, The Dirty Picture makes up for lack of depth with spirit and attitude. It is commendable that there’s no attempt to make a dirty picture look too clean or classy. Milan stays loyal to the genre and makes sure the frontbenchers get all the titillation. This is about bringing the subaltern into the mainstream and giving that genre and the women fronting that cinema their due. And that grand statement of the film comes a tad too early – at the halfway point. When Silk goes to pick up her award and calls the film industry’s bluff. “I am your dirty little secret,” she says.

She truly believes that what she does is ahead of her time and would one day be seen as a revolution against the male-driven film business.

For all that talk of feminism, the film regresses a little towards the later part when it strays into Madhur Bhandarkar territory when a broke heroine of dirty films has to resort to porn to save her house. And with that one scene, by depicting pornography as an evil compromise she must do, The Dirty Picture draws its moral line between the mainstream and the subaltern. All the good work is undone because we are told dirty pictures are OK for a woman of spirit but soft-porn… No, too low? Talk about hypocrisy.

If this film proves anything at all, it is this. We haven’t lost our appetite for dirty pictures. We are a country of voyeurs.

And poor Silk Smitha continues to be exploited even after her death.

For barring her screen name, this picture has nothing to do with her story.

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