Showing posts with label Ekta Kapoor. Show all posts
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Friday, May 13, 2016

REVIEW 390: AZHAR


Release date:
May 13, 2016
Director:
Tony D’Souza
Cast:




Language:
Emraan Hashmi, Prachi Desai, Nargis Fakhri, Lara Dutta, Kunaal Roy Kapur, Rajesh Sharma, Manjot Singh, Gautam Gulati, Kulbhushan Kharbanda
Hindi


For an industry that has avoided biopics through most of its existence – fearing lawsuits, thin-skinned fans, a national penchant for idolatry, violent reactions to political hot potatoes and also, perhaps, its own limited investment in research – Bollywood has certainly taken to the genre with a vengeance in recent years. After the money-spinners Bhaag Milkha Bhaag (2013) and Mary Kom (2014), comes Azhar just months before the celluloid biography of M.S. Dhoni.

Tony D’Souza’s film takes on the story of arguably the most controversial sportsperson of 20th century India, a figure first revered and later reviled, former Indian cricket captain and batsman Mohammad Azharuddin. An opening disclaimer tells us that this is “not meant to be a biopic” of Azharuddin but a “fictionalized dramatic representation of incident(s)…for entertainment purposes only” (for full text of disclaimer, see footnote).

The claim is amusing – as is the use of incomplete names throughout, probably on the advice of the producers’ lawyers – since the film is about a Hyderabad-born Indian batsman jiske naam mein hi Mohammad hai” but who is popularly addressed as Azhar, who came from humble beginnings, made his international cricket debut in the 1980s, hit a century in each of his first three Tests, was married young to a woman called Naureen, captained India, hit headlines not just for his on-field achievements but also for his affair and subsequent marriage to an actress called Sangeeta and was banned for life by the country’s top cricket body on charges of match fixing, with the ban being set aside by a court nearly a decade later.

Not a biopic? Okay.

The shy boy who fumbled his way through interviews, who still swallows more words than he lets out of his mouth, yet managed to charm a high-profile, glamorous star from 1980-90s Bollywood (Salman Khan’s ex-girlfriend Sangeeta Bijlani, no less), is without doubt fascinating even to a non-cricket fan. That he had a scintillating career before he was disgraced makes him a troubled icon even now for cricket maniacs. Azharuddin had once famously said he was victimised by the cricketing establishment because he is a minority community member, which makes him highly relevant in the current socially and politically volatile atmosphere (note: he later apologised for the remark).

The film fails in its treatment of all three aspects of Azhar’s life.

While his initially hesitant and then comfortably boring relationship with his first wife is well established, it skims over his liaison with his second wife. In fact, Sangeeta remains a distant creature throughout, a woman he seems to have fallen for primarily out of sympathy when he realises that glamour dolls have feelings.

More disappointingly, Azhar does not even touch upon the potential communal angle, an element that was handled with such delicacy and beauty in Shimit Amin’s Chak De! India (2007) starring Shah Rukh Khan.

The film truly does itself in though by inexplicably serving up very little cricket. Even the worst screenplay might have been lifted by some suspenseful on-screen matches, but Azhar remains a sports film sans the sport.

What we get instead is a half-baked, half-hearted attempt to declare Azharuddin innocent of match-fixing charges. Even if the job of discussing the nitty-gritty of the case is left to cricket experts, this question is bound to strike even a layperson: if indeed the BCCI (not mentioned by name) had framed Azhar back then, what were its motivations?

By not even bothering to address that point, the film lets down the man whose reputation it appears to be trying to redeem in the public eye.

Azhar’s tepid pace and cursory writing are not its only follies. Nargis Fakhri bobbed her head through her debut Bollywood film Rockstar in 2011. Five years later, her performance as Sangeeta relies entirely on her hotness to tide over her awkward dialogue delivery and inability to handle serious emotions.

A further let-down comes in the ordinary execution of her big moment in the film: the resurrection of the hit song Oye Oye (Gajar ne kiya hai ishara) from the 1989 blockbuster Tridev which starred Bijlani. The success of that number is the only memorable element in the former actress’ indifferent filmography, yet the choreography and remix are so lukewarm that you have to wonder why the filmmaker even bothered with it.

Though Fakhri is a poor choice, there are others in the cast who are not.

It is easy to take Emraan Hashmi lightly considering that through most of his career he has played pretty much the same character – the romantic rascal – with varying storylines. He revealed his acting chops though in Dibakar Banerjee’s Shanghai (2012). Here, he does not manage Azhar’s bumbling speech but nails the walk and, more important, gives the cricketer a certain vulnerability that is hard to resist even when all else around him in the film collapses.

Prachi Desai too has played more or less the same character through her short career: a simple, innocent, pretty young thing. There’s more to her character and her performance in this film though. Her Naureen is controlled, her heartbreak believable.

In a small role as Azhar’s Naanujaan, Kulbhushan Kharbanda is a loveable presence as always. Rajesh Sharma delivers a chameleon-like performance as the slimy bookie M.K. Sharma. Manjot Singh too makes a mark in a brief role as a turbanned batsman-turned-commentator modelled on Navjot Singh Sidhu. Without making a laboured over-the-top effort, he does a good Sidhu impression.

Lara Dutta and Kunaal Roy Kapur get to play lawyers in some of the most boring, poorly written court scenes seen in a Hindi film in a while. Despite flashes of effective humour in Kapur’s equation with the presiding judge, it is impossible to get past the dreariness of the overall treatment, the lack of content in most of their arguments, the fakeness of the set and Dutta’s excessive makeup. After the depth of the Arshad Warsi-starring legal drama Jolly LLB (2013) such courtroom mediocrity is hard to bear.

A scene in the latter half of Azhar indicates the promise of Azharuddin’s story. Now hated by the fans who once adored him, Azhar is forced by his lawyer to inaugurate a gym to keep up the appearance that life is going on as usual. The owner of the gym though turns out to be an obnoxious fellow who thinks he owns Azhar since he has paid for his time.

This moment harks back to one of the nicest scenes in the recent SRK-starrer Fan in which we saw the boorishness of an industrialist towards a major movie star. Away from the spotlight, the rich and the famous often deal with heartburn, heartbreak and humiliation to get to where they are and stay there. Mohammad Azharuddin’s rise and subsequent fall from grace were as public as it can get. What the film should have given us, but does not, is a detailed, insightful view of what went on behind the scenes and why.

Azhar is a superficial look at the life of one of the most enigmatic and intriguing sporting stars this country has ever seen. It is an opportunity lost. 

Rating (out of five): **

CBFC Rating (India):
UA
Running time:
131 minutes
  
A version of this review has been published on Firstpost:


Footnote: The following is the full text of the disclaimer carried at the start of the film:

Disclaimer:

This Film is inspired from various stories/incident(s) based on life and times of Mr.Mohammed Azharuddin and is not meant to be a biopic. It is neither a documentary nor a biography of any character depicted in the Film.

The story, timelines, events and the characters depicted in this Film have been fictionalized and no scenes are meant to be construed to represent a true or accurate recreation of the actual incident(s) that may have transpired.

This Film attempts to present a fictionalized dramatic representation of incident(s) pertaining to the life and times of Mr. Mohammed Azharuddin mostly published and available in public domain, for entertainment purposes only.  Any event shown in the Film should not impute any innocence or guilt on the part of any of the persons/characters represented in the Film.

This Film does not intend to hurt the sentiments and/or malign the image, reputation of any person, body and/or corporate in any manner. Any resemblance or similarity to any entity(ies), incident(s), and/or person(s), whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional.

  

Sunday, January 24, 2016

REVIEW 366: KYAA KOOL HAIN HUM 3


Release date:
January 22, 2016
Director:
Umesh Ghadge
Cast:







Language:
Tusshar Kapoor, Aftab Shivdasani, Krishna Abhishek, Claudia Ciesla, Gizele Thakral, Mandana Karimi, Shakti Kapoor, Meghna Naidu, Darshan Jariwala, Sushmita Mukherjee, Guest appearances: Riteish Deshmukh and Gauhar Khan
Hindi


Kyaa Kool Hain Hum 3 should inspire the Censor Board to introduce a new rating to the existing lot: J for Juvenile. Seriously, A for Adults Only is an insult to all those over-18s in this country with an iota of maturity and common sense.

Tusshar Kapoor and Aftab Shivdasani play buddies Kanhaiyya and Rocky in this, the third in the Kyaa Kool series. Kanhaiyya, son of industrialist P.K. Lele (Shakti Kapoor), is thrown out by his Dad for messing up at work. His quirk, since everyone must perforce have an identifying quirk in such films, is that his eyeballs get locked whenever he sees the colour red, giving him the appearance of a squint. Rocky is… well no one really bothers to tell us anything about him beyond the fact that he is Kanhaiyya’s friend.

The two take off for Bangkok where Rocky says a certain Mickey (Krishna Abhishek) has offered them a “hand job” in his business. Slip-up alert! He meant to say “a job which requires us to lend him a hand in his business”. So clever, na?

When the boys land in Thailand, they realise their friend is a producer of, ahem, adult films although he insists he is not doing “porn ka kaam” but “punya ka kaam” (applause again, please!) since his earnings are pumped into considerable philanthropic work. The residents of Mickey’s palatial home-cum-studio include a transgender actor, another who is gay and perennially semi-nude, a method actress who gets so engrossed in her roles that even her normal off-screen conversations are conducted in gasps and moans (Gizele Thakral) and another (Claudia Ciesla) who keeps going off into a trance to feel up her own body.

The setting and the latter two characters in particular have the potential for a rip-roaring laughathon. Besides, Krishna has good comic timing and KKHH3 reveals a funny bone in the Polish-German model-actress Claudia, whose calling cards in India right now are the ‘item’ number Balma in 2012’s Akshay Kumar-starrer Khiladi 786 and her appearance on Season 3 of the reality show Bigg Boss. Sadly, the writer-director team of KKHH3 loses the plot even before they’ve laid it out, recycling clichés and taking it for granted that nonsense cannot be intelligent, that rhyming words are somehow funny and that repetition is in itself a joke.

So a female porn star is known as Mary/Meri Lee, the surname Lele becomes a predictable source of merriment, a man mistakes his own foot in bed for an erection (How? Could he not feel his own body?) while another refers to a buxom woman as “boobsurat”. Yawn. Think of something new, people. Then there are meaningless inside jokes playing on the words “masti” and grand masti (you know, the titles of those films featuring Aftab and guest star Riteish Deshmukh). Yawn. And of course there are self-referential wisecracks about “ekta” (unity). Yawn, yawn. How often will we hear that in a film produced by Ekta Kapoor?

No doubt Ekta and her colleagues will argue, as they always do, especially if a film goes on to earn big money at the box office, that critics are too serious and incapable of enjoying comedy. Nonsense! Heard of Hrishikesh Mukherjee, Sai Paranjpye, Golmaal, Chupke Chupke, Chashme Buddoor, Yes Minister, Yes Prime Minister, stand-up comedy, Pushpaka Vimana, Kamal Haasan, Govinda, David Dhawan at his best, Anil Kapoor, Sridevi, Madhuri Dixit, Mrs Doubtfire, Robin Williams, Billy Crystal, Ellen DeGeneres, Riteish when he is not giving himself short shrift, Seinfeld, Friends, Two Broke Girls, The Big Bang Theory, Mohanlal, Jagadeesh, Jay Leno, John Oliver, Jimmy Kimmel, Aisi Taisi Democracy, Poochakkoru Mookkuthi, Priyadarshan, Paresh Rawal…you really want a longer list? May I confess too that I thoroughly enjoy Anees Bazmee and Rohit Shetty when they are not taking us for granted?

No doubt too we will be told, as we always are, that this is what the public wants. Well, this member of the public would humbly submit that it is possible to be light-hearted, ludicrous and downright stupid to let your hair down, without being infantile.

Even within this series, the first Kyaa Kool Hain Hum (2005) was fun because there was a freshness to it, an impertinence that cocked a snook at ultra-conservatives, even if it pandered to those very conservatives with its many stereotypes,. The follow-up film, Kyaa Super Kool Hain Hum, was boring, offensive and icky. KKHH3 is not even trying. Maybe it’s our fault that, as an audience, we made its predecessors hits. As with politicians and the media, so it is with cinema – I guess we get the films we deserve. What next? Kya Super Stupid Hain Hum?

Rating (out of five): ½ star

CBFC Rating (India):

A
Running time:
125 minutes

This review has also been published on Firstpost: