Showing posts with label Gulshan Grover. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gulshan Grover. Show all posts

Monday, March 19, 2018

REVIEW 578: HATE STORY 4


Release date:
March 9, 2018
Director:
Vishal Pandya
Cast:

Language:
Urvashi Rautela, Vivan Bhatena, Karan Wahi, Ihana Dhillon, Gulshan Grover
Hindi


“I am somebody who can get anybody but I want nobody other than your body,” a man in Hate Story 4 tells a woman he attacks on the street.

By the time this moment rolls by on screen, we are halfway through the film and I, for one, was numbed by its ludicrousness.

To be fair to dialogue writer Milap Milan Zaveri, he prepared us for this bunkum in the opening sequence when another villain urges the heroine not to panic, to give him time to sort out a mess they are in, and she replies: “Tumne jism nahin liya hota toh aaj waqt nahin maangna padta.”

Translated for the benefit of those who do not know Hindi, but should not be deprived of the pleasures of tacky wordplay, that reads: If you had not taken my body, today you would not need to ask for my time.

The line comes in the opening minutes of director Vishal Pandya’s Hate Story 4, the latest instalment of a thriller series marked by heavy dialoguebaazi, partially clad women, lustful men, long song sequences in which their bodies heave and thrust against each other in an unconvincing enactment of sex, all wrapped around a mystery that might not have been half bad if the writing team did not have such a low opinion of the viewer and had cared to flesh out their concept with more thought.

A quick glance at the Internet tells me Hate Story 1-3 have been moderate successes. Not that they deserved any better, but the fact that they notched up even average collections at the box office speaks volumes for the sexually repressed nation that we are. Do people actually think sex is what is going on on screen in any of these four films in which no one strips completely, they simply writhe about semi-clothed, with female breasts bulging out above bras that are still very much on and well-muscled male torsos are displayed while crucial areas remain covered? Are there actually human beings out there who are titillated by all that pretend sex, when instead they could easily access pornography?

Hate Story 4, like the first three, is neither artistic enough to be called erotica nor functional and overt enough to be call porn.

For what it is worth, the story is about Aryan (Vivan Bhatena) and Rajveer (Karan Wahi), the spoilt sons of a wealthy London-based Indian businessman. Aryan falls out with his girlfriend Rishma (Ihana Dhillon) and the boys fall out with each other over Tasha (Urvashi Rautela), a beautiful model who they launch through their enterprise.

During the course of the film, someone kills someone as a result of which someone else sets out to take revenge, no one can be trusted and everyone betrays everyone.

The three leads have great bodies. Rautela and Bhatena have shown flashes of potential in earlier works, but Wahi, I fear, has not one acting cell in his body. All three ham their way through this revenge saga set in London, in the company of fellow hamster Gulshan Grover playing Aryan and Rajveer’s Daddy. 

While characters who treat women like crap exist in this world, the director himself reveals his low opinion of the female half of the species with the way the camera captures women here, repeatedly closing in on boobs and butts, often before we have even seen their faces.

The first sight we get of a character called Monica is a close-up of her cleavage, then a switch to her derriere encased in tiny lingerie, and only then her face. Tasha’s introductory shot is of her bottom raised in the air as she crouches cat-like on a shiny stage, then the camera slides over her in various feline poses, focusing on fragments of her before it finally deigns to rest on her countenance.

Date rape is casually tossed around in the screenplay. Efforts at earnestness end up sounding laughable or unintentionally crude, such as during that romantic number Tum Mere Ho in which Aryan and Rishma feel each other up extensively on a bridge by a water body, and a woman singer’s voice goes: “Mere andar mujhse zyaada tum” (there is less of me and more of you inside me). Yikes!

Hate Story 4 is too low-brow to be offensive, but it tries its best to earn that tag when in the end it suddenly develops scruples and, having objectified women from start to finish, closes with statistics on crimes against women on screen, followed by this exhortation: “Fight the evil of eveteasing.” Nau sau choohein khaake etc etc…

The only thing more fake than this concern for women is the simulated sex in Hate Story 4. Spare us your bogus conscience, please.

Rating (out of five stars): 1/2

CBFC Rating (India):
Running time:
131 minutes

This review was also published on Firstpost:




Friday, August 5, 2011

REVIEW 68: I AM KALAM

Release date:
August 5, 2011
Director:
Nila Madhab Panda
Cast:
Harsh Mayar, Husaan Saad, Gulshan Grover, Pitobash, Beatrice Ordeix

Smile Foundation – producers of this film – could have made a documentary on the need to educate our children. What they’ve done instead is given us an unobtrusive, non-preachy, loveable film about a little dhaba boy in Rajasthan who idolises A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, is inspired by Kalam’s rise from poverty to Presidentship, studies doggedly by the light of a kerosene lamp while developing an unlikely friendship with a local ‘prince’.

Much of I Am Kalam’s charm lies in its authentic feel and its sense of humour. But it would have been half the film that it is if it hadn’t starred those two exceedingly talented boys Harsh Mayar and Husaan Saad. Mayar has already won a National Award for his performance as the poor yet perennially positive Chhotu who longs for an education and insists on being addressed as Kalam after his hero. He’s a live wire before the camera. Saad’s Ranvijay is less bubbly and therefore less likely to attract attention, but the actor plays his part of the lonely and kind youngster from an erstwhile royal family with the ease of a practised performer though he has starred in only one film before this. The warmth of their chemistry is what well and truly brings alive this sweet and small film.

The story is simple and contained in the two paragraphs I’ve written already. After years of playing over-the-top caricatures of bad men in numerous Hindi films, here in I Am Kalam, Gulshan Grover turns in an unexpectedly likeable performance as Chhotu/Kalam’s boss. Bhati Mamu is the dhaba owner who recognises his boy helper’s immense talent and – in an unrelated development – falls in love with one of his tourist memsaabs. That musician mem is played by Delhi-based French actress Beatrice Ordeix whose Lucie Madam is kind, considerate, a frequent visitor to Rajasthan and in love with India. Ordeix and Yamla Pagla Deewana’s Emma Brown Garrett offer a ray of hope for viewers tired from years of watching actors of limited talent and/or charisma playing white folk in most Hindi films. Chhotu’s bête noir in I Am Kalam is Laptan played by actor Pitobash who is as delightful here as he was in a larger role as an impetuous small-time crook in Shor In The City earlier this year.

The beauty of I Am Kalam lies in the friendship between Chhotu and Ranvijay. But the interactions between Bhati Mamu and Lucie Madam too are entertaining without mocking Bhati, though it might have been tempting to go that way – nice touch! Equally enjoyable are the scenes in the dhaba where the white tourists all look and speak like real white tourists, where Chhotu picks up languages with alacrity, where everyone is taken in by this spirited child, and where we have one of the film’s most memorable moments: an impromptu jam session kicked off when Lucie is testing a new ravanhatta – the traditional stringed instrument popular in Rajastan – and is joined by Chhotu on his khartal, an unnamed tourist with a banjo (Delhi-based musician Deepak Castelino) and everyone else who gathers around to clap, click pictures or watch in admiration ... evocative evidence, if any is needed, that music has no language, class or nationality.

The only thing that didn’t work for me in I Am Kalam was its hurriedly wrapped up ending suffused with improbabilities. Could a tradition-and-possibly-caste-bound king who is so conservative that he doesn’t run a kitchen at his palace hotel suddenly be transformed into the benefactor of a poor boy? And why did that song in the children’s classroom focus so much and so awkwardly on the teacher? The director’s sure-footedness through the rest of the film turns slightly shaky in the last 10 minutes.  

But still, this is a lovely film! 2011 has been unusual because it has brought us a string of Hindi children’s films, all of them very well cast, from Sagar Ballary’s Kaccha Limboo and Amole Gupte’s Stanley ka Dabba to Chillar Party just last month and Bubble Gum just last week. Bubble Gum suffered from indifferent production values and Chillar Party meandered beyond a point. I Am Kalam is more polished; it’s also well-intentioned, entertaining and as much for adults as it is for kids. Sanjay Chauhan’s writing is straightforward and extremely effective. Nila Madhab Panda’s direction is so confident that it’s hard to believe this is his debut feature. A big thank you to him for bringing together the sparkling Harsh Mayar and Husaan Saad in one film. Mayar lives in a resettlement colony in Delhi and is making his film debut with I Am Kalam. Saad was earlier seen in Delhi 6. It will be our good fortune if Hindi cinema provides these remarkable children with more opportunities so that two decades from now, we are still watching them on the big screen, perhaps as the successors of Ranbir Kapoor and Ranveer Singh.
  
Rating (out of five): ***1/2  

CBFC Rating:                       U without cuts
Running time:                        90 Minutes
Language:                              Hindi