Showing posts with label Amrita Puri. Show all posts
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Friday, August 2, 2019

REVIEW 715: JUDGEMENTALL HAI KYA


Release date:
July 26, 2019
Director:
Prakash Kovelmudi
Cast:


Language:
Kangana Ranaut, Rajkummar Rao, Amyra Dastur, Amrita Puri, Hussain Dalal, Satish Kaushik, Brijendra Kala, Jimmy Sheirgill
Hindi


What if roles were reversed and instead of Raavan pursuing Sita in the Ramayan, she were to sense his intentions in advance and go after him? The question is at the core of director Prakash Kovelmudi’s Judgementall Hai Kya which places a story of domestic abuse, the effect of violence on a child’s psyche and mental illness against the backdrop of one of India’s favourite epics. 

It is an intriguing concept, and for that, here is a hat tip to Kanika Dhillon who is credited with the story, screenplay and dialogues. Comedy is a dominant element in her writing of this film, but it never crosses the Lakshman Rekha to mock those with mental health issues – Kangana Ranaut’s Bobby Batliwala Grewal is designed to evoke laughter, but never pity or contempt. Hat tip, again. Dhillon’s words are comfortably ensconced beside Kovelmudi’s trippy storytelling, and delightfully unfettered performances by Ranaut and Rajkummar Rao that make the first half at least a compelling watch.

Artistry and good intentions abound here, and when the final scenes roll around, it becomes clear that the goal of the film is to question prevailing notions of what constitutes “normal” and “abnormal”. Unfortunately, the writer’s concern is not backed by solid research, and despite everything it has going for it, Judgementall Hai Kya ends up adding to rather than reducing prevailing confusions, misconceptions and stereotypes about mental health in India. This also causes the writing to get murky and somewhat muddled in a second half that calls upon the viewer to join the dots by tossing around medical terms like “acute psychosis” and “dissociative identity disorder”.

When she was a little girl, Bobby witnessed her father repeatedly bashing up her mother. The trauma of a childhood tragedy has left deep scars that follow her into her adulthood. She is a woman with many voices in her head.

Twenty years after we met the child Bobby, the grown-up Bobby (Ranaut) is living alone, works as a dubbing artist in films, and is kinda sorta dating a guy called Varun (Hussain Dalal) when she meets Keshav (Rajkummar Rao) and Reema (Amyra Dastur). She is drawn to Keshav but simultaneously suspicious of his attitude towards his wife, and from there begins Sita’s pursuit of Raavan.

The performances all round are phenomenal, well matched to the film’s intentionally hyperbolic tone. Kovelmudi also succeeds in sustaining the air of intrigue he builds around Bobby and Keshav. It does not quite add up in the second half though, which is when matters get slightly simplistic and the screenplay does not quite tie up all its loose ends.

I spent an hour and a half after last night’s preview interviewing a clinical psychologist because Judgementall Hai Kya traps us in a web spun out of our own ignorance about “acute psychosis” and “dissociative identity disorder” (DID). First, I learnt that “acute psychosis” is used incorrectly here. Second, DID is chucked in as a red herring – who exactly has it is left to us to conclude. There are two possibilities. At the point at which DID is first mentioned, the film is clearly trying to steer us in the direction of one particular character, but it turns out that that person does not display any symptoms of DID as I now understand it from an expert. How on earth is a layperson in the audience to know that though? Are we expected to interview medical professionals after watching the film, or to have prior, in-depth knowledge of such matters? If not, then should we conclude that mental health is a mere gimmick for this team? Later, the film steers us towards another character, but in retrospect I realise that it would not have made an inch of a difference to the plot whether that person had DID or not, whether that person was mentally unwell or not – everything that happened in the story could have happened either way. A criminal does not have to be given the excuse of a mental disorder to explain away their crimes – sometimes people do evil because evil is what they are.

In fact, the constant association of crime with the mentally ill in mass entertainment, not just in India but in other countries too, contributes to the stigma and ignorance surrounding mental illness. The world is full of regular folk like you and me grappling with mental health concerns, but such people are rarely portrayed in cinema and on TV. As it happens, Indian entertainers are among the worst offendors in this arena. Judgementall Hai Kya seems to mean well, but its limited understanding of mental health does not help matters.

It is challenging to say what needs to be said here without giving away spoilers, which is why those last two paragraphs will perhaps be understood only by those who have watched Judgementall Hai Kya. If you have already seen the film, think about these issues. Ask yourself too if the post-interval portion would have been possible at all if it weren’t for those two purportedly conscientious policemen involved in a murder investigation in the first half being uncharacteristically casual towards a massive clue that placed the spotlight on one of the protagonists and would have led them to the truth if they had cared enough to probe further. If you have not yet seen the film, then know that Judgementall Hai Kya is based on an interesting concept, it is often funny and fascinating, but in the ultimate analysis, it does not make the grade.

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

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

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Saturday, March 31, 2012

REVIEW 127: BLOOD MONEY


Release date:
March 30, 2012
Director:
Vishal Mahadkar
Cast:
Kunal Kemmu, Amrita Puri, Manish Chaudhary


Here’s another one of those don’t-hate-it-don’t-love-it-don’t-like-it-don’t-dislike-it-already-forgotten-it kind of movies. Frankly, I can’t figure out why the Bhatts bothered to make Blood Money. Just a few minutes into the film, I was pretty sure it was headed the way of the Tom Cruise-starrer The Firm based on the book by John Grisham. It’s possible that other parallels may wander into your head while you watch Blood Money. Either way, the point is that the film lacks novelty. An oft-visited plot could still have been worth watching if there was something unique about the treatment. Unfortunately, despite a start that suggests that there might be some entertainment to be had in this film, those early gains are frittered away in a crowd of cliches.

Blood Money is the story of a youngster living out The Great Indian Dream – videsh mein naukri, shaandaar bangla, etc etc. Mumbai struggler Kunal (played by Kunal Kemmu) lands a job in a diamond trading company in South Africa. When he arrives in that country, his new employers shower him with perks that far exceed his expectations, including a palatial house that at some point makes his worry wart of a wife Arzoo (Amrita Puri) think of the old children’s fable Hansel and Gretel. Is Kunal’s new boss the witch who has lured them into a delectable house made of sweetmeats, while planning to devour them himself?

So far so good. South Africa looks good. Kunal looks good. Amrita looks good. The house looks good. Her clothes look good. The jewellery he buys her looks good. The office looks good. But the narrative lacks depth, and even those twists in the tale are doled out in such a lacklustre fashion as to be no fun at all.

Little Kunal Kemmu (yup, new spelling) is that rare child actor who has grown into an adult with as personable a screen presence as he had when he was a little boy. His previous big-screen outings as a grown-up suggest that he has the acting chops to match those biceps. But his earnestness and youthful good looks deserve better than this tepid film. The one thing he can be grateful for though is a love-making scene in Blood Money in which his bare torso has been blessed with better lighting than many of his senior topless male counterparts have ever been given! C’mon Bollywood, now give him a better film!

Kunal’s boss is played by Manish Chaudhary who we’ve earlier seen in supporting roles in Rocket Singh: Salesman of the Year and several other films. He’s interesting on first viewing but now seems to be settling into a certain sameness in his performances. There’s an interesting actor in a very small role as Kunal’s colleague Sean Mathews – would be nice to see how he turns out playing a larger part in a better film. Amrita Puri was the heroine’s “behenji” protégé in Aisha in 2010. Her rasping voice was fine for that role but could have done with some modulation in this film. Still, there’s something to be said about the acting skills of a girl who could play a country bumpkin with alacrity on debut, and look just as convincing as the more Westernised Arzoo in her second film. She does not come across as a wannabe but actually fills out those glamorous dresses quite nicely in Blood Money!

What’s irritating about the film though is the trite manner in which the actress’ child-like countenance and minimal makeup are seemingly being used as a metaphor for the middle-class innocence of the lead couple’s background, to be contrasted with the situation that they’re currently mired in. In one melodramatic scene, her simple face is shown in close-up as she performs pooja with a pristine dupatta on her head while her husband sprints through the city after being stabbed viciously in the stomach. I may not make it, he gasps to her on the phone. You have to return to Mumbai with me, she replies, before wailing out a line that seems completely alien to her personality as it’s been presented to us so far, “Main yahaan se vidhwa hoke nahin jaana chahti (I don’t want to return home a widow).” 

The memory of that dialogue reminds me of another scene in the film in which Kunal mocks his bête noir for laying a trap that is so “out of a 1980s Hindi film”. It’s a rather nice, self-mocking moment that the writing team fails to take forward. And unfortunately it ends up as an apt description for Blood Money as a whole: so out of a 1980s/90s Hindi film dressed in 1990s-to-2010s style with pretty people in pretty clothes in pretty foreign settings as compensation for the lack of a solid, well-fleshed-out story!

At one point, when the hero is at a crossroads in his life, his voiceover tells us: “Log zyaadatar imaandar hote hai kyunki unhe bura banne ka mauka nahin milta (most people remain honest because they don’t get an opportunity to turn bad).” But again, the writing team fails to take that introspective tone forward. This film could have been something I guess, but the production house does not seem to have cared enough to push the team to try. As I said at the start: don’t hate it, don’t love it, don’t like it, don’t dislike it, already forgotten it! Wondering why they made it!

Rating (out of five): *1/2

CBFC Rating:            U/A
Language:                  Hindi


Photograph courtesy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_Money_(2012_film)