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Tuesday, May 14, 2019

REVIEW 692: SETTERS


Release date:
May 3, 2019
Director:
Ashwini Chaudhary
Cast:



Language:
Aftab Shivdasani, Shreyas Talpade, Pavan Raj Malhotra, Jameel Khan, Ishita Dutta, Sonnalli Seygall, Manu Rishi Chadha, Vijay Raaz, Zeishan Quadri
Hindi


Kaahe labadh-labadh kar raha hai?” sounds so much more colourful than its English translations “Why are you blabbering?” or “Why are you talking rubbish?” Siraj Ahmed’s Hindi dialogues, rooted in the soil of Varanasi, are among  the nicer elements in Setters, a film set in the holy city amidst an unholy bunch of locals running an exam paper leaking racket. Their trade is far more sophisticated than you might imagine, and gets increasingly high-tech with each passing day as the police close in on the gang. The remuneration, quite justifiably, is never less than several lakh rupees per candidate per exam.

Bhaiyyaji (Pavan Raj Malhotra) is the boss of these criminals and Apurva Choudhury (Shreyas Talpade) is his smartest lieutenant. Their troubles begin when the Superintendent of Police Aditya Singh (Aftab Shivdasani) forms a special task force to bust Bhaiyya’s business.

There is a hint of a whiff of a suggestion that Apurva was once in love with the woman who is now Aditya’s wife. These men used to be friends. Now, clearly, they are not.

Director Ashwini Chaudhary, who earlier made the post-Kargil war-and-family drama Dhoop, is credited as the co-writer of Setters’ story and screenplay along with Vikash Mani. He has designed his film as a police and crime procedural, stripping it of all the frills commonly associated with commercial Bollywood thrillers. And so there are fights but not of the one-man-vanquishes-them-all variety. There is a romance but the hero and heroine are not assigned a song and dance break from the overall tension. In fact, Setters has no hero or heroine in the conventional sense.

So far so good, and up to a point it does appear that Chaudhary has got his tone and pacing right. Some of the plot twists are interesting. The lengths to which people will go to ace an exam without studying for it are both fascinating and amusing. And Bhaiyyaji’s quirks – involving a spittoon and a chappal in particular – are an unspoken insight into the caste and class heirarchies in this society.

Yet, Setters never fully takes flight as it gradually becomes clear that there is only so much the writing has to offer and nothing further. No doubt several of the methods adopted by the gang are impressive, but there are as many that are either simplistic or simply not explained. The code language they use on the phone, for instance, is so easily deciphered by the police that it brings to mind people who use their birth dates as ATM PINs. (Spoiler alert) In one scene one of the ringleaders manages to evade a cop at an airport, but how exactly he gets her to follow another person instead of him (whether by his design or her stupidity) is not explained. Elsewhere, in a scene involving a printing press in Jaipur, one crook gets repeatedly caught trying to smuggle a paper out of the building but another gets away with it – how exactly the latter executes his clever idea is not shown, we are just expected to accept that he did. (Spoiler alert ends)

The writing of all the characters other than Bhaiyyaji, Apurva and Aditya is also wanting. This is not about screen time but about depth. If you work with an ensemble cast, some of them known and respected character artistes, then you had better make their roles something more than just the labels “the chikankari-worker-turned-hoodlum played by Vijay Raaz” or “the hot-headed honest Muslim cop” or “the woman cop”. Yet that is all these people amount to. They add to the numbers in the police task force and in the criminal gang, but that is about it.

Bollywood has done far better in this genre in the past with Neeraj Pandey’s Akshay Kumar-Manoj Bajpayee-starrer Special 26 and more recently with Raj Kumar Gupta’s Ajay Devgn-Ileana D’cruz-Saurabh Shukla-starrer Raid. So have India’s other film industries: the Mollywood film Action Hero Biju starring Nivin Pauly and Dhuruvangal Pathinaaru in Tamil come to mind just off the top of my head.

In a different genre but similar setting – the exam paper leaking ‘industry’ in an Indian town – this March, Tigmanshu Dhulia’s Hindi film Milan Talkies provided a rich socio-political commentary on the community within which it was set filled with credible, memorable characters.

Setters’ clipped pace is fair enough but its superficiality becomes apparent early on. A fine example of surface treatment is the awkward attempt to illustrate that the loyalty of Muslims is automatically placed under question in our country without any justification. Another is the inclusion of a woman on Aditya Singh’s squad – not only is she a mere token presence, with the character being given hardly any lines beyond “Yes sir”, but the choice of actor is also telling. The slim, trim, model-like, statuesque Sonnalli Seygall, who you may remember from Pyaar Ka Punchnama, is the only glamourous individual in the two opposing groups. In a real world where women are judged more by their looks than their talent and intellect, it is worth noting that the director was comfortable filling Team Aditya and Team Apurva with frumpy men but could not bring himself to cast a frumpy woman in place of Seygall.

There is only one other woman in the entire film: Bhaiyyaji’s daughter does not get many scenes but at least she has a mind of her own. More to the point, she is played by Ishita Dutta who possesses an X factor that makes her noticeable despite the minuteness of her role.

As a youngster yet to establish herself, I guess she has far less to complain about than others in the cast. Why would you take the trouble to rope in Vijay Raaz (Monsoon Wedding, Delhi Belly) and Manu Rishi Chadha (Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye!, Phas Gaye Re Obama) in your film and then underutilise them? No idea.

Of the actors playing the three focal characters, one of them far outshines the others.

We know that Pavan Raj Malhotra is capable of being fabulous, but here as Bhaiyyaji he over-acts in a number of scenes.

Shivdasani’s career highlights in the past decade and a half have been gross sexist comedies. Given one of the few roles of substance in Setters, he ruins it with his stiff, plodding dialogue delivery and insipidity.

Marathi-Hindi actor Shreyas Talpade has really been given a raw deal by Hindi cinema through most of his career despite his fantastic performance in Nagesh Kukunoor’s fantastic 2005 film Iqbal. In recent years he has been reduced to playing secondary and tertiary roles in the Golmaal slapstick comedy series. He plays Apurva in Setters with conviction, and is the best thing about the film.

In terms of concept and cast, Setters has a lot going for it. In its execution though, it does not quite add up.

Rating (out of five stars): *3/4

CBFC Rating (India):
U (bookmyshow)
Running time:
126 minutes (bookmyshow)

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Friday, July 15, 2016

REVIEW 405: GREAT GRAND MASTI


Release date:
July 15, 2016
Director:
Indra Kumar
Cast:

Language:
Riteish Deshmukh, Vivek Oberoi, Aftab Shivdasani, Urvashi Rautela, Pooja Bose, Mishti, Shraddha Das, Sanjay Mishra
Hindi


CAUTION: The content of this review may be unsuitable for children. Parental guidance is advised.

Great Grand Masti is the third in the financially successful Masti series directed by Indra Kumar and starring Riteish Deshmukh, Vivek Oberoi and Aftab Shivdasani as friends Amar, Meet and Prem, three sexually frustrated married men who are desperately in search of a roll in the hay with any and every available good-looking young woman. In the latest instalment, they are kept away from their marital beds by familial interference. Amar’s mother-in-law is a meanie. Meet’s wife has an inexplicable connection with her twin brother (who is a body builder) as a result of which her sibling gets turned on every time her husband tries to make love to her. And Prem’s sister-in-law does not realise just how hot she is.

When the men take off on a break to find some action, they encounter the spirit of a beautiful woman who is desperate to lose her virginity to one of them.

I watched the film this morning. This is my review:

Cheap – check.

Juvenile – check. 

Loud – check.

Rape joke – check. 

Sexism directed at women – check. 

Ageism directed at women, including a scene in which old ladies are described as “baasi paav” (stale bread) – check. 

An obsession with mammary glands, epitomised by a busty bai from a town named Doodhwadi, which leads to an abundance of wisecracks about milk (eww!) – check.

Degrading objectification of women, including a song called Lipstick laga ke in which a male star drums a woman’s bum and sings about “apple jaisi booty teri” – check. 

Reductive portrayal of men as being slaves of their penises – check. 

Erections so large that they raise the height of a table at which a man is seated – check.

Rhyming dialogues – check.

Classism – check.

A mockery of disability – check.

Sense of sadness because Indra Kumar once directed a fun and not low-brow slapstick comedy, the Madhuri Dixit-starrer Raja in 1995 – check.

Heartbreak because Riteish Deshmukh is truly talented and one of Bollywood’s finest comedians, but seems not to consider himself too good for this crass crap – check. 

Sense of sadness at the realisation that sweet Aftab Shivdasani was once a Farex baby and his career struggles have brought him to this pass – check.   

Vivek Oberoi going goggle-eyed – check. 

Sadness brought on by the memory of Oberoi’s fantastic debut in Ram Gopal Varma’s 2002 film Company – check. 

Assembly of dispensable actresses playing Amar, Prem and Meet’s wives, who are so summarily written that they are indistinguishable from each other – check.

Note: The only one of Great Grand Masti’s young actresses with a somewhat distinct identity is former beauty contest winner Urvashi Rautela in the role of a perennially semi-nude ghost from Doodhwadi. She seems like she just might have something to offer the world of cinema other than those football-sized breasts that the camera and costume managers of this film are so focused on, but if that is all the faith you have in your talent and screen presence, Ms Rautela, then … sigh! … the choice is yours, of course.       

For the record, cleverly handled slapstick humour can be fun even for serious film buffs who may prefer a diet of Satyajit Ray and Abbas Kiarostami, but are also occasionally willing to let their hair down. Just check out the David Dhawan-Govinda combination at their best and you will know what I mean. Indra Kumar’s Great Grand Masti though, is too lazy to cash in on the comic timing of at least two actors in the cast who are capable of being a scream when given a good script: Deshmukh and Sanjay Mishra.

There is little that is different in this film except one genuinely amusing quip about female infidelity and lesbianism, which is unexpected from an industry that otherwise finds humour only in bed-hopping men while placing promiscuous women in the dock and has barely acknowledged the existence of homosexual women in this world. Surprise surprise, this particular scene is not tasteless. It proves that Kumar possesses a quality not very common among humourists: the ability to crack jokes about a marginalised group without being condescending, to laugh with people rather than at them.

He might have drawn more on that gift if he did not have such a poor opinion of his potential audience and was not aiming pointedly at the lowest common denominator. It’s a pity that he takes the easy path. And so what we get is a regressive nod to Bhartiya sanskriti and misogyny in the middle of this bottoms-and-bust fest. You see, sexually assertive women cannot but be witches and phantoms. Such women must be tamed, not satisfied. And the one thing even a horny, unfaithful Indian husband can bank upon to save him from death – or paranormal attacks – is a Karva Chauth vrat by a virtuous wife.

Medieval – check.

Hypocritical – check.

Cliched – check.

Crude – check.

Calls itself an “adult comedy” but is really directed at hormonally charged teenaged boys with a limited IQ (not the bright ones) – check.

Optimistic critic who was traumatised by Grand Masti but still dutifully watched Great Grand Masti in the hope that this time Kumar might have come up with something worthwhile – check.

Rating (out of five): -10 stars

CBFC Rating (India):
A
Running time:
127 minutes

This review has also been published on Firstpost:


Related link: Anna M.M. Vetticad’s review of Grand Masti