Showing posts with label Deepak Tijori. Show all posts
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Friday, June 10, 2016

REVIEW 399: DO LAFZON KI KAHANI


Release date:
June 10, 2016
Director:
Deepak Tijori
Cast:

Language:
Randeep Hooda, Kajal Aggarwal, Dhiraj Shetty, Mamik, Anil George, Yuri Suri
Hindi


And once again, Hottie Hooda shines in a film that proves he deserves better.

Do Lafzon Ki Kahani (A Story In Two Words, a title derived from the old Hindi film song) can be summarised in one lafz: dated.

This Randeep Hooda-Kajal Aggarwal-starrer strings together many trite situations from many romantic dramas of the past. Even the two leads are clichés. He the strong, silent type. She whose chirpiness is designed to charm him, because wide-eyed, bholi-bhaali women who chatter endlessly are cho chweet and cute, na? Except that humans who chirrup and tweet sound like twits, and it is really not that cute when a seemingly intelligent adult derives life lessons from a formulaic saas-bahu Hindi soap that the film seems to be mocking in the first place.

After an ominous-looking, intriguing opening scene involving a shootout and a disfigured Hooda in a Kuala Lumpur dockyard (later repeated with a shocking revelation), the film descends into syrupy, saccharine territory, giving us a hero with a dark secret and a bubbly blind woman who he falls for at first sight, enough to sacrifice his life, limbs and future to restore her vision.

Suraj (no surname) was once a boxer, but now earns his living doing multiple odd jobs. Jenny Mathias appears to be a full-time art teacher and part-time physiotherapist – I am not entirely sure how that is possible, but the poorly-thought-out physio angle is thrown in for a reason.

They meet when he takes the job of a parking attendant and she lands up to watch a soppy soap on the TV in his booth. Considering the generous size of her home, it is clear she can afford a TV. Since she was in the habit of watching that show with Suraj’s elderly predecessor, one assumes the old man was her friend, except that her supposed buddy did not bother to inform her when he retired. Why then? Perhaps because the writer could not think of a convincing way to introduce his reclusive hero to his bright, sociable – yet inexplicably friendless – heroine while simultaneously introducing us to her love for intellectually challenged teleserials?

Whatever.

There is a bit of a twist in the tale involving how their paths first crossed, but the potential of that plot point is frittered away when it too is used to further raise the film’s schmaltzy quotient.

(Spoiler alert for this paragraph) If you are a boxer and a sad-looking stranger asks you to throw a fight because your opponent, who is her husband, desperately needs the winnings for their daughter’s cancer treatment, here’s a suggestion: don’t throw the fight, offer to pay the kid’s hospital bills instead. There’s too much of this stuff and nonsense in the film. Seriously! Are we not past the era of silly, easily solvable confusions, misunderstandings and qurbani?

Little time and zero imagination appear to have been expended on the film’s writing (the kahani of Do Lafzon Ki Kahani is credited to Girish Dhamija though it is inspired by the 2011 South Korean film Always). However, money has clearly been spent on the technical departments, especially the design, choreography and shooting of the impressively done, bone-crunching boxing scenes. But even this element and the catchy song Mujhe jeena sikha diya are not striking enough to make DLKK a film worth recommending.

In this ocean of unimaginativeness swim Randeep Hooda and Kajal Aggarwal, playing the lead couple. Aggarwal has worked across Indian film industries for several years. Her calling card in Hindi cinema (if at all it can be considered one) is a project that treated its heroine as the hero’s mandatory arm candy: Singham in 2011. Given a meatier role here, formulaic – and potentially irritating – though it is, she shows us that she is capable of much more than that. It does not hurt, of course, that she looks really pretty in minimal makeup and simple, attractive frocks. A hat tip here to Ashley Rebello and Terrence Lobo who are credited with the costume design & styling.

As for Hooda, 2016 has been a good showcase for his underrated talent, with Laal Rang, Sarbjit and Do Lafzon Ki Kahani releasing in quick succession. There is a moment in this film when a sightless girl asks Suraj what he looks like and he, the shyness and quiet pride flitting across his face, tells her that people consider him “rough and tough”. Contrast this turn as the reticent Suraj with his performance as a feisty villager who is reduced to a skeletal mess in a Pakistani prison in Sarbjit or the plucky, sexy criminal he plays in Laal Rang and you might weep with despair at mainstream Bollywood’s failure to give him substantial roles more often in better films. PS: Hooda takes off his shirt to train in Do Lafzon and, err, let’s just say that makes me very happy.

Interesting actors pop up in supporting roles in this film: Mamik, who played Aamir Khan’s brother in Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar (1992), plays Suraj’s coach Omi; and theatre actor Anil George, earlier seen in Miss Lovely, plays the owner of the club that Suraj once represented.

But even talented actors cannot save this treacle-drenched, outmoded, unoriginal affair. The lafz “love never hurts...love heals” flash on screen right in the end. It takes a really well-made film to pull off that kind of mush. Do Lafzon Ki Kahani ain’t that film.

Rating (out of five): *

CBFC Rating (India):
UA
Running time:
127 minutes 49 seconds



Thursday, September 4, 2014

REVIEW 287: RAJA NATWARLAL

Release date:
August 29, 2014
Director:
Kunal Deshmukh
Cast:


Language:

Emraan Hashmi, Paresh Rawal, Kay Kay Menon, Humaima Malick, Deepak Tijori
Hindi

It’s been a while since I’ve felt this uninspired to write a film review. Raja Natwarlal – centred around a confidence trickster called Raja – suffers from being overly aware of its own cleverness. For a con film to work, it has to catch us by surprise. As viewers of the genre, we’re staring at the screen with eyes wide open, on high alert, ready to catch every trick up the story’s sleeve; in spite of that the film has to catch us off guard. Here in Raja Natwarlal, not only is the con too easily executed to be believable, but too many of the ‘surprises’ are visible from a mile. A pity because it had the potential to be a thoroughly enjoyable, bite-your-nails, sit-on-the-edge-of-your-seat, stare-aghast-at-the-screen, Ocean’s-11-kind-of-slick thriller.

The premise is brimming with possibilities: a team of con men sell a non-existent cricket team to a cricket-crazy billionaire. They’re led by the smooth-talking Raja (Emraan Hashmi) and his new-found teacher in the business (Paresh Rawal). Their victim is South Africa-based Indian industrialist Vardha Yadav (Kay Kay Menon). With this trio of lovely actors and an interesting premise, you would think director Kunal Deshmukh would deliver, if nothing else, a fun film. As it happens, Deshmukh already shares a certain comfort level with his leading man who played the hero in his other three directorial ventures too: Jannat, Jannat 2 and Tum Mile. Unfortunately, Raja Natwarlal’s screenplay lacks substance, the narrative is too self-conscious with its “look at me, see what a breathtaking scheme I’m pulling off!” tone, and its not-brilliant pace is further slowed down by a lacklustre romance that is pivotal to the plot.

Pakistani actress Humaima Malick – making her Bollywood debut here – plays the love of Raja’s life, a bar dancer who he wishes to rescue from her life of indignities. Malick is an excellent actress; we saw that in the social drama from her home country Bol that was released in theatres here in India. Raja Natwarlal does little with her innate acting talent and tries instead to convince us that she is a hottie – which she is not. There are no sparks flying between her and Emraan either. Besides, those gyrations on the dance floor, the acres of flesh on display, the awkward love-making scene in a bathtub between her and Raja are all tedious and out of place in a film that needed to be constantly on the move.

Worse, songs are abruptly inserted into the proceedings at each point where it seems like things might just speed up as they ought to. Tere Hoke Rahenge in Arijit Singh’s powerful voice starts off well, but dissipates into a slightly generic tune – it’s the best of the film’s musical numbers.

Humaima is not the only one being wasted in Raja Natwarlal. The wonderfully talented Mohammed Zeeshan Ayyub, familiar to viewers from Raanjhanaa, appears here in an inexplicably teeny role. On the other hand, Deepak Tijori makes his presence felt in a small but significant part as Raja’s partner-in-crime who is murdered halfway through the story. I don’t remember thinking much of him as a young man, but there’s something endearing about Tijori here, chubbier and far more wide-waisted than he was when he danced to Galyan sankli sonyachi in Dil Hai Ki Maanta Nahin, yet also a more substantial screen presence. It would be nice to see him in more films in bigger roles.

In terms of story and storytelling, Raja Natwarlal suffers from the same lacunae as Bunty Aur Babli did, without that delightful film’s over-riding strengths. It certainly sounded cool, for instance, that the lead pair in BAB intended to sell the Taj Mahal to gullible tourists. But the execution of that scam was weak because it relied not on human greed or the chinks in the armour of a strong, intelligent individual; it relied on the absolute stupidity of the potential target. Here in Raja Natwarlal, Vardha is so foolish, that it’s hard not to wonder how this ass became a billionaire in the first place. He doesn’t have a mega-team to back him, in fact he seems to operate with a solo associate who is a sounding board and not an adviser. Unlike B&B though, Raja Natwarlal does not come armed with Rani Mukerji’s irresistible pizzazz, the chemistry between her and Abhishek Bachchan or between Abhishek and his off-screen dad, the rarely seen nuggets and insights on life in small-town India, Shankar Ehsaan Loy’s fantastic music or the utter perfection of Kajra re.

Besides, Raja Natwarlal has a been-there-seen-that feel to it. Emraan himself has played this character – the golden-hearted rapscallion, the con man who is not such a bad guy after all – with slight variations in most of his films. If you’ve seen him in Shanghai, you know how brilliant he is capable of being and how he ought to be challenging himself more. There are some moments to be enjoyed in his relationship with Rawal’s character Yogi, but it’s not enough to lift the film.

I didn’t hate Raja Natwarlal. I didn’t dislike it intensely either. To be fair, it has a couple of interesting twists here and there, and it’s hard to completely ignore Emraan’s mischievous charm. That being said, the film as a whole is decidedly forgettable. C’mon Mr Hashmi, chuck the cliched characters. Give us another Shanghai.

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

CBFC Rating (India):

U/A
Running time:
141 minutes

Video courtesy: Effective Communication
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