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Friday, September 2, 2016

REVIEW 424: AKIRA


Release date:
September 2, 2016
Director:
A.R. Murugadoss
Cast:




Language:
Sonakshi Sinha, Anurag Kashyap, Konkona Sen Sharma, Nandu Madhav, Lokesh Gupte, Uday Sabnis, Atul Kulkarni, Smita Jaykar, Amit Sadh, Raai Laxmi, Chaitanya Chaudhry
Hindi

Dekho dekho, teacher, I did a woman-centric film. Look at me, I care about women.

Yeah yeah, I know A.R. Murugadoss and Sonakshi Sinha have not openly expressed themselves in precisely these words, but nothing encapsulates the spirit of Akira better than that breathless statement I could almost hear them making in my head as I watched this film.

Ever since the December 2012 Delhi gangrape sparked off anti-rape protests across the country, genuine feminists – men and women who are committed to gender equality – have been targeted for marketing purposes by a burgeoning mass of fakes in public life, from product manufacturers and advertisers, to filmmakers, politicians and even journalists. You have probably met some of them. You know the sort that treat their wives like handmaidens, but write glowing tributes to the women’s rights movement on FB? You know the kind of men who sexually harass their female employees, or women who look the other way when their male seniors and peers commit such crimes, yet write hard-hitting articles against sexual predators?

Akira exemplifies this trend of pretend feminism that threatens to harm a crucial cause and is perhaps even more dangerous than open misogyny.

Writer-director Murugadoss earlier ventured into Bollywood with remakes of his Tamil superhits Ghajini and Thuppakki (Hindi version: Holiday – A Soldier Is Never Off Duty). His latest Hindi film begins with an encounter involving three policemen. Among their three targets is a woman played by Sinha. The film then rolls back to Jodhpur 14 years earlier, when a younger version of Sinha’s character – Akira Sharma – witnesses an acid attack on a woman who spurned the advances of a local stalker. Akira bravely identifies the fellow for the police, and she too is soon attacked. Her father (Atul Kulkarni) enrols her in self-defence classes following the incident. A later street fight leads to her being sent to a remand home for girls.

Fast forward to the present, Akira has just enrolled in Mumbai’s Holy Cross College when she is implicated in a series of circumstances not of her creation, with tragic consequences.

In the same city, a quartet of policemen including ACP Rane (Anurag Kashyap) find a cache of cash at an accident site and decide to keep it. In a bid to cover up this crime, they commit another, then another, and another, until circumstances spiral completely out of control.

Their strand intersects with Akira’s life, as you would have guessed.

Akira is a remake of the Tamil hit Mounaguru directed by Santha Kumar. The original is about a male college student in Chennai who is pulled into a web of crime not of his making. Kumar is duly acknowledged in Akira’s credits as the original story writer while Murugadoss is credited as the adapted screenplay writer. As I drove to my neighbourhood theatre this morning to watch the film, I heard Sinha telling a radio jockey she felt privileged that Murugadoss had chosen her for his “first woman-centric film”. Therein lies the starting point of Akira’s problems: that it is a concept film. Like “Director X’s first action film” or “Actor Y’s first attempt at romance”. When a producer or director views “woman-centric” as a genre unto itself, s/he runs the risk of treating the film’s woman-centricity as a hook and a gimmick rather than seeing women as people just like men.

Murugadoss does this throughout Akira. You cannot replace a male protagonist with a woman without recognising that the change in gender could impact every aspect of your story. You cannot take violence as a measure of coolth, especially when you project your film as being realistic.

In an early scene, after she has begun self-defence training, Akira’s father is shown prompting his little girl to single-handedly take on hooligans who are harassing young women on a crowded street. Yes, you heard that right – Daddy does not deal with those goondas himself, nor does he call the cops to fight the creeps; instead, shortly after his child witnessed a gruesome acid attack, he prompts that same under-age child to walk up to a group of male adults and initiate fisticuffs with them. Does Murugadoss think this is female empowerment? Does he hope to inspire female viewers to indulge in such dangerous stupidity? Or does he just think he is being cool?

If you want further evidence that woman-centricity is just an attention-getting device for Murugadoss, note this: the film may be called Akira, but Akira is the most poorly fleshed out character in the entire story. From start to finish she remains nothing but a one-line concept: a woman who can fight as skillfully and strongly as any man. That is it. The workings of her mind, her motivations and her feelings, remain a mystery.

Frankly, the best-written character in Akira is ACP Rane, the corrupt coke-snorting cop whose drug-addled brain is never so clouded as to make him lose sight of his self-interest. The group dynamic between the four policemen too is convincing, as is the build-up of suspense.

The fun in these aspects of the film is completely diluted though by Murugadoss’ ambition to make a woman-centric film although he seems clueless about women. No kidding, the director seems at a loss about how to deliver a credible female character. So he gives her some neat fight scenes and builds her up as a Hulk-type creature who is best left unprovoked. Sinha is believable while she punches people, but a shadowy figure without substance in the rest of the film.

None of the other women – not even the often-wonderful Konkona Sen Sharma playing a pregnant cop here – fares any better. The film is co-produced by Fox Star Studios who earlier this year scored a big hit with the lovely Neerja directed by Ram Madhvani and starring Sonam Kapoor. Neerja worked because the heroine was a living, breathing human being, not a means to prove the studio’s or the director’s feminist credentials.

(Spoiler alert) The most exasperating, mindless part of Akira comes in the end when the leading lady is asked to make a huge sacrifice to save Mumbai city from potential communal riots. The most vulnerable groups across the world in the matter of violence – sexual or otherwise – are women and children. And across the world, women and child victims of violence – especially sexual violence – are too often held accountable for the fate of their attackers. “She reported the rape and ended up ruining his promising football career” … “Beta, if you tell the world that chacha touched you that way, the family name will be spoilt” … “He is the only earning member of the family. If you go to the police about him, what will happen to his children and his terminally ill wife?” … “India is going through a communally troubled period. Is it not in everyone’s interests to ignore the rape by that liberal artist/editor?” I cannot reveal the specific circumstances in which Akira is asked to make a choice without posting spoilers here, but in glorifying that ‘sacrifice’, the film has taken a very dangerous position on victims of violence.

Akira ends with a dedication: “to the women who fought back.” Oh puhleeease, spare us the unthinking advice and superficial concern. Come to think of it, what else can you expect from a director whose Holiday featured a hero stalking the heroine and forcibly kissing her, with the unwilling woman promptly falling in love with him shortly afterwards? Seriously, spare us your fake feminism.

Rating (out of five): **

CBFC Rating (India):
UA
Running time:
139 minutes

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Friday, June 6, 2014

REVIEW 268: HOLIDAY – A SOLDIER IS NEVER OFF DUTY

Release date:
June 6, 2014
Director:
A.R. Murugadoss
Cast:


Language:

Akshay Kumar, Sumeet Raghavan, Sonakshi Sinha, Farhad (Freddy Daruwala), Zakir Hussain, Govinda
Hindi

Holiday: A Soldier Is Never Off Duty is designed as a cloying tribute to our defence forces, with a populist they-can-do-no-wrong tone. Instead of extending the courtesy of basic research to our men and women in uniform though, writer-director A.R. Murugadoss serves up an ill-informed, far-fetched film so filled with lacunae and platitudes that even its pacy action scenes, occasional humour and charismatic hero can’t save it from being embarrassingly stupid.

Holiday is a remake of Murugadoss’ own 2012 Tamil hit Thuppakki starring Vijay and Kajal Aggarwal. A hit machine in south India, the director made his Bollywood debut with Ghajini starring Aamir Khan and Asin. That film offered us the novelty of a shirtless Aamir with ripped muscles and a tragic past plus a successful south Indian film heroine debuting in Bollywood. Holiday, on the other hand, gives us a re-run of the Akshay Kumar we’ve seen repeatedly in action comedies, with Sonakshi Sinha once again playing a pretty showpiece in the background.

It’s one thing to defy logic in masala entertainers that ask not to be taken seriously, quite another to serve up a puerile plot in a film that clearly deems itself extremely intense. Consider this… While on holiday in Mumbai, Captain Virat Bakshi (Akshay) of the Indian Army witnesses a bus bombing. He captures the man responsible for the blast and hands him over to the police, but when the fellow escapes, guess what? Our hero – a member of the khufiya Defence Intelligence Agency – nabs the terrorist and keeps him imprisoned in his own bedroom! The chap is there for almost three days, Virat even tortures him, but no one hears a sound! Not Virat’s family. Not neighbours. Not even the large Mumbai police contingent stationed outside for Virat’s security.

This episode takes place early on in the film. Without giving away any details, let’s just say the rest of the film is devoted to Virat saving Mumbai from a dozen bomb blasts with the help of a dozen fellow Armymen who are also on holiday. The people who are actually on holiday seem to be the clueless Mumbai Police, the state and Central governments who do nothing in this matter, unless you count Virat’s sidekick, the inexplicably ignorant Sub-Inspector Mukund Deshmukh (Sumeet Raghavan). Also in the picture is a romance with a girl called Saiba (Sonakshi).

For the most part, Holiday is a carbon copy of Thuppakki, with a new cast. The differences are crucial though. The terrorists’ boss in Holiday is played by the ineffectual Freddy Daruwala a.k.a. Farhad. The original had the sexy, always effective Vidyut Jamwal. In the absence of a worthy opponent, Virat makes the terrorists look even more foolish than the script intended.

Holiday also departs from Thuppakki with its clumsy efforts not to be labelled anti-Muslim. In one scene when Virat relates an anecdote about the patriotic family of an Indian soldier serving on the border who was tortured by the enemy, the soldier in question is given an overtly Muslim name, unlike in Thuppakki. Okay I guess, but the effort becomes laughable when a terrorist who is set to infiltrate the Indian defence establishment in Holiday is given the Goan Christian name Allwyn D’souza – which is silly and off the mark considering that India has so far not seen terror networks emerging from the Christian, Parsi and Buddhist communities.

Another dissimilarity is that while Vijay is about a decade older than Kajal, he does not look like her daddy. On the other hand, the two decades separating Akshay-Sonakshi are glaring, although he’s beautifully trim whereas she’s tubby and large. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not expecting 46-year-old heroes to retire. Point is, Akshay makes an effort to dress and prance around like a boy, especially in the song Tu hi to hai. In Blame the love she wears a babydoll dress and looks like a kid yet to lose her puppy fat, dancing with her slim papa. It’s also amusing when he’s part of a ladka ladki ko dekhne aaya hai scene where Virat’s age is not specified, so one assumes we’re expected to view this ‘ladka’ as Saiba’s contemporary. C’mon Akki, you’re the fittest of your male contemporaries in Bollywood, but please start acting your age and with women your age.

Kudos to Murugadoss for remaking his inane-yet-entertaining Tamil film by adding new flaws instead of plugging those in the original. This must be a new milestone in the history of remakes.

As a civilian I can only point out what common sense tells me are failings in the terror-related sequences in Holiday (eg: cars in the vicinity of the aforementioned bus bomb blast are engulfed in flames, but Mukund standing right next to the bus is unharmed). I found so many factual errors, clichés and stereotypes in a barely-few-minutes-long Christian wedding scene – a milieu I’m familiar with – that I can’t begin to imagine what police and Army personnel would spot in the entire film. In that single church scene, Virat and his friends are shown laughing and talking loudly next to the altar, the wedding cake is set up next to the altar, and the wedding guests hang around inside the church eating cake after the ceremony. Err…churches are strictly solemn spaces and none of the above would customarily be allowed. Besides, how about for a change showing a sari-wearing Christian bride, considering that that’s the way a majority of Indian Christian brides dress? And puhleeease, it is not the custom for Indian Christian brides and grooms to kiss in church at the end of the ceremony! It’s irritating when our filmmakers persist in showing Christian weddings that are not inspired by Indian Christian weddings but by the many Western films and teleserials they’ve seen! I think I might just re-watch this film with a friend from the Army to see what s/he thinks of the Captainsaab’s functioning.

Lack of authenticity, populism and playing it safe are in fact the hallmarks of this film which justifies torture, deifies Armymen in a maudlin fashion, and casually portrays the sexual harassment of the heroine by the hero as legitimate courtship. When a woman has clearly stated that she isn’t interested in you, it’s not acceptable to kiss her reflection in your mirror while she is watching, or to stalk her, grab her on a basketball court and smooch her. In a clear bid to appease its mass male audience, the film later even has Virat telling Saiba that girls like her blame boys for responding to sexual signals that the girl is deliberately sending out.

The sillyfest might actually have worked if it weren’t for the manner in which Holiday alternates between illogical-but-energetic action scenes and Virat’s fluffy song-and-dance-led romantic interludes with Saiba. Tu hi to hai and Aaj dil shayarana lagta hai are at least nice tunes. The latter is that mandatory feature of most Hindi films these days – a song shot in deserts and forts with the heroine in flowing costumes and the couple posing around – while the rather tuneless Blame the love is that mandatory nightclub number. Throughout Holiday, Akshay intermittently shows us flashes of the talent and charm that have made him the star he is today. In some comic sequences, Sonakshi gives us glimpses of an aspect of her acting skills that remains untapped while she persists in picking up mindless scripts in which she is a marginal player. To be fair, this film is neither loud nor crude like Akshay’s recent misadventures Boss, Khiladi 786 and Rowdy Rathore. The problem with Holiday is that the formulaic comedy and romance end up diluting the thriller that it is intended to be, while the entire film is weighed down by its senselessness.

The Indian Army, Navy and Air Force are not peopled by saints, but they remain institutions this country can be proud of. They deserve better than this immature tribute.

Rating (out of five stars): **1/2

CBFC Rating (India):

U/A
Running time:
171 minutes