Showing posts with label Happy New Year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happy New Year. Show all posts

Sunday, November 2, 2014

OBJECTIFICATION OF MEN IN FILMS / FILM FATALE: COLUMN PUBLISHED IN THE HINDU BUSINESSLINE

THE NAKED TRUTH


The increasing objectification of male stars is disrupting the status quo, making some people uncomfortable while others celebrate. But does this mean gender equality is at hand?

By Anna M.M. Vetticad



Shah Rukh Khan’s naked torso caked in mud, his rippling muscles bathed in bronzed make-up, the anti-gravitational wonder of his low-rise trousers miraculously staying up, while teasing us with its revelations… If you’ve seen director Farah Khan’s Happy New Year (HNY), you know this image is not a figment of my fantasies, but a dominant visual from the film.
The past 15 years have been marked by an increasing display of the male body in mainstream Hindi cinema. With HNY though, Farah has taken the trend to a whole new level by ensuring that her heroes’ nude upper bodies overshadow even the tiny waist and endless limbs of her heroine Deepika Padukone. The objectification of the two men in the film (Shah Rukh and his perennially open-shirted or shirtless co-star Sonu Sood) is so in-your-face that it led one SRK fan to lament the exhibition of what she calls “Bollywood’s answer to cleavage” in an article on a prominent news website. The writer thought nothing though of introducing Padukone’s character in the film solely in terms of her legs. She is not alone in adopting this contradictory stance.
Why are so many people inured to skin show by a woman, but uncomfortable with a similar display of male flesh? When I discussed the double standards with friends, one gentleman in our group told us he sees nothing attractive in the six-packs paraded about by most male Bollywood stars these days. Fair enough. That’s his call. He then added though: “I don’t think even women like it.” Err… The ladies in the gang pounced on him in unison: how about letting us decide for ourselves?
So there you have it: the reason why SRK and Sood’s exhibitionism still invites comment while the pageant of bosoms, midriffs and legs from actresses worldwide is considered par for the course. Our reactions to objectification are governed by many factors, but most of all by social conditioning. All of us – men and women – have grown up on a diet of ads which use the female body to sell everything, including products for men; on films that emphasise the looks of actresses more than actors; on film industries worldwide that are prone to discard older actresses while giving actors far greater longevity, based on these notions: (a) that good looks are a bonus for male stars but essential for actresses (b) that women lose their looks early (c) that attractiveness is not necessarily a factor of age or even physical beauty for men since personality, charisma and talent count more for them.
We’re so accustomed to the misogyny intrinsic to these beliefs, that too many of us – women included – don’t question them. The increasing objectification of male stars in recent years (especially by Bollywood) has been disquieting though for the status quo-ists.
Feeling unsettled is one thing; being a hypocrite is quite another. Reacting to the spotlight on Daniel Craig’s body in Skyfall and expressing pain “from all the hours (Craig) has spent in the gym”, The Washington Post columnist Richard Cohen wrote in 2012: “Gary Cooper in High Noon wins Grace Kelly by strength of character, not muscles. He was about 50, and Kelly was a mere 23... Maybe the best example of the unmuscled hero is Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca. Bogart was 15 years older than Ingrid Bergman and it did not matter at all. He had the experience, the confidence, the internal strength that can only come with age… These older men seduce; they are not seduced.”
About Craig, however, he wailed: “…he triumphs physically, not cleverly. He does not woo women; they just come on to him.” Boohoo! How blasphemous that a film should highlight a man’s physique, that women should be assertive lovers, that an older male actor should face the demands that female stars have always dealt with. Now consider what it does to regular women to be bombarded 24x7 with images of impossibly good-looking actresses, especially those defying age, many of whom are products not just of simple make-up and healthy habits but also of Botox, cosmetic surgery and so on. In such a scenario, men like Craig and SRK provide some respite by acknowledging the heterosexual female gaze (not to forget the homosexual male gaze).
Let’s not, however, claim a gender equivalence here. These men work hard on their bodies and show off the results, but they are nowhere near as many in number as their female counterparts worldwide, nor are their portrayals habitually reductive as is the case with women on celluloid. Their looks are just one aspect of the star package; they continue to dominate their films’ storylines; and we have yet to see them subjected to the kind of leering camerawork, low-brow choreography or insulting lyrics like “Main toh tandoori murgi hoon yaar, Gatkaale saiyyaan alcohol se (I’m a piece of flesh, come consume me with alcohol)” with which Bollywood’s ‘item girls’ routinely degrade themselves.
So yes, let’s offer kudos to male stars who sportingly offer themselves up for harmless objectification, but keep in mind that they operate within a power structure dominated by men. Let’s not for a moment equate the compulsions of heroines or marginal actresses with those of their male counterparts, or assume that gender equality is now at hand in film industries or elsewhere. Baby steps are always worth celebrating, so long as we remember that that’s what they are – baby steps.
(This column by Anna MM Vetticad was first published in The Hindu Businessline newspaper on November 1, 2014)
Photographs courtesy:
(1) Still from Happy New Year – Red Chillies’ Entertainment
(2) Still from Skyfall - https://www.facebook.com/skyfallmovie?fref=ts


Note:
(1) A still from Skyfall did not run with this column in The Hindu Businessline
(2) This column should be read with an earlier article on objectification the author had written for Hindustan Times’ Brunch Special Collectors’ Edition 2013 titled “
Look Who’s Watching: Bollywood Has Finally Discovered The Female Gaze. About Time Too!”

Friday, October 24, 2014

REVIEW 299: HAPPY NEW YEAR


Release date:
October 24, 2014
Director:
Farah Khan
Cast:



Language:

Shah Rukh Khan, Deepika Padukone, Abhishek Bachchan, Sonu Sood, Boman Irani, Vivaan Shah, Jackie Shroff, Cameos: I counted 10
Hindi

‘Narendra Modi’ makes a guest appearance in Happy New Year. Those few seconds, to my mind, exemplify director Farah Khan’s signature: cheeky, many things to many people, designed to attract attention, and definitely not – that word most people, including many of her fans, mindlessly use to describe her cinema – mindless. 

The cleverness of that passing scene lies in the fact that a Modi bhakt may well interpret it as mainstream Bollywood’s flattering acknowledgement of their idol’s unmissable presence in the country’s news landscape, whereas a diehard Modi critic could see it as an oblique message about his penchant for appropriating anything and everything that can be seen as a national occasion. Methinks there’s nothing mindless about a film that can achieve that fine balance.

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In short, Happy New Year (HNY) serves up some good ol’ Farah Khan-style entertainment. As with their earlier films together, this one too is designed as a platform for every aspect of Shah Rukh Khan’s larger-than-life screen persona: he headlines the story, sings, dances, beats up bad guys, gets beaten up with a purpose, romances a beautiful woman, makes us laugh and cry.

The effectiveness of this Khan & Khan combination is the best evidence of that thing called director-actor chemistry. The same Farah who hit the bull’s eye with the laughathons Main Hoon Naa (2004) and Om Shanti Om (2007) – both Shah Rukh-starrers – also helmed that damp squib Tees Maar Khan starring Akshay Kumar in 2010. HNY is fun if you do not mind the loudness (in tone, colour and decibels), the high-strung nature of its emotions and the manner in which it unabashedly manipulates our tear ducts. For a while post-interval the film slows down, but it picks up again and then there's no looking back. One caveat though…

Here’s how Team Farah-SRK’s films stand in descending order of quality for me: Om Shanti Om, Main Hoon Naa, HNY. And here’s how I’d rank SRK’s last three out-and-out comedies in descending order of quality: Om Shanti Om, Chennai Express, HNY. This is why…

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HNY is the story of Charlie (SRK) who puts together a motley bunch of seeming regular Joes to steal a cache of diamonds. Because we Indiawaale are like this wonly, a lust for moolah can’t be their sole motivation. And so each one has a maa/baap/parivaar/dosti/izzat-related back-story spurring them on. Charlie’s Angels are, in order of appearance: Captain Jagmohan Prakash (Sonu Sood), Tammy Irani (Boman Irani), Rohan Singh (Vivaan Shah), Nandu Bhide (Abhishek Bachchan) and Mohini Joshi (Deepika Padukone). The gang need to get to the finals of the World Dance Championship in Dubai to get a shot at stealing the precious stones.

Political correctness for appearances’ sake has never been Farah’s goal. That’s not a bad thing if you know how not to cross the line from irreverence to downright crudeness. Those who love the American TV shows Two Broke Girls and The Big Bang Theory as much as I do will know what I mean. HNY inoffensively stereotypes and/or pokes fun at Parsis, Malayalis, Koreans, older people, non-English-speakers, gays and other groups with disarming equitability of impudence.

Hats off to Farah, her co-writers Althea Kaushal and Mayur Puri for zeroing in on a man’s illiteracy as a source of wit without being hurtful (watch Nandu giving autographs to his fans). As soon as we are told that Tammy gets fits, I began worrying that this would lead to a mockery of his ailment because, well sadly, that’s what Bollywood tends to do. Instead, HNY draws on his illness to deliver a moving example of teamwork when I was least expecting it.

In every other instance, when a character has a weakness, we are invited to laugh with the person not at them. In contrast, the treatment of Mohini is jarring. Her style of speaking is hilarious, her soft corner for English is a hoot, but the writers are highly insensitive in the position they take on a woman driven by poverty to dance at bars before lascivious men. Charlie’s contempt for her is cringe-worthy (at one point he even calls her “breast-taking” instead of “breathtaking”! eww!); he does not regret his misogyny (towards Mohini) and his classism (towards Nandu and Mohini) or apologise for being a pig (I guess a Hindi film hero can’t be shown deigning to say sorry to a mere woman); and it’s inexplicable that we’re supposed to see his redemption – as she does – in his kindness to someone else. Are we to forget his obnoxiousness – as she does – because he does her the favour of falling in love with her? Worse than his attitude is the fact that this behaviour towards Mohini is out of character for the otherwise likeable Charlie. A pity that the only downright offensive ‘humour’ in HNY comes from lazy writing.

The discomfiting Charlie-Mohini equation is not the only disappointment regarding the heroine. Deepika looks stunning, dances like a dream and is captivating in every frame she gets, but the problem is, she doesn’t get that many frames. She makes her first appearance about 55 minutes into the film, and then too she is given far less to do than you might expect for a woman emerging from a year in which she played characters standing shoulder to shoulder with her heroes in Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani, Chennai Express and Ram-leela. It is a measure of Deepika’s charisma and talent that she displays her versatility even in this limited role.

The Shah Rukh we see in HNY is not the Shah Rukh of his stage years, the natural actor who peeped out in Chak De! India, Swades or even My Name Is Khan. Here we get SRK with all the quirky mannerisms that seem to floor his fans, and in that avatar he comes out all guns blazing. That’s disappointing, but inescapable I guess in a film like this. Wish SRK would realise though that he is nice and dignified with a beard in the first part of the film; a look far better suited to his age than the pancake-coated, smooth-faced boy-man appearance of the second half.

The supporting actors are all effective in their roles, though the most interesting performance comes from Abhishek Bachchan whose comic timing is fast becoming his USP. Sonu Sood looks hot, and it is interesting to see the female gaze on him and Shah Rukh. Sonu’s bare body in particular is displayed to us with a sense of humour that matches Abhinav Kashyap’s touch in Dabangg. Those who take a simplistic view of human objectification should see the manner in which Farah’s eye and cinematographer Manush Nandan’s camera embrace the bodies of the two men and Deepika in this film; then contrast it with the leering scrutiny of, for instance, every nook and cranny on Mallika Sherawat’s body in the ‘item song’ Jalebi bai in Double Dhamaal.

Vishal-Shekhar’s music for HNY is unremarkable when heard outside the film, but the songs fit well into the narrative and manage to press all the buttons they’re clearly meant to press in the departments of humour, romance and flag-waving, chest-thumping, emotion-inducing patriotism. 

Team Farah-Shah Rukh are capable of much better in the over-the-top genre that they favour together. Happy New Year is a step down from Om Shanti Om, but if you enjoy boisterous entertainment that is still not entirely mindless, it’s worth a visit.

What works for HNY is that it is unrelentingly unapologetic about everything it does, including a product placement that is rubbed in our faces (same brand that Chennai Express endorsed), almost as if it is spoofing the very concept of product placements while also making money from it. This impertinence is what makes HNY entertaining. In spite of all my misgivings, I enjoyed it.

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

CBFC Rating (India):

U
Running time:
180 minutes

PS: Don’t skip the closing credits. Four pleasant surprises await you.