Showing posts with label Manish Paul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manish Paul. Show all posts

Saturday, February 27, 2016

REVIEW 374: TERE BIN LADEN – DEAD OR ALIVE

Release date:
February 26, 2016
Director:
Abhishek Sharma
Cast:



Language:
Manish Paul, Pradhuman Singh, Sikandar Kher, Piyush Mishra, Mia Uyeda, Sugandha Garg, Rahul Singh, Iman Crosson
Hindi


Every once in a while a film comes along that is truly ordinary yet worth watching anyway because of one actor alone or only the cinematography or just the amazing costumes or some such. That unfortunate and rare distinction goes this week to Abhishek Sharma’s Tere Bin Laden – Dead or Alive.

This spin-off from 2010’s sleeper hit Tere Bin Laden – which made Pakistani singer Ali Zafar an acting star in Bollywood – features Manish Paul as Sharma, a struggling director who makes a film with an Osama bin Laden lookalike called Paddi Singh (Pradhuman Singh). A series of twists and turns follow, including the killing of the real Osama in Abbottabad by American Navy Seals. US President Barack Obama is in trouble when his country’s media demands proof that OBL is actually dead. Meanwhile, in another corner of the world, terrorists are mourning the loss of their leader and the consequent loss of business.

Obama’s aide, pretending to be an Indian American Hollywood producer called David Chaddha, pursues Sharma and Paddi to make a feature film on OBL. In truth what he wants is to shoot the actor being killed during a re-creation of the Abbottabad mission, so that the fake video and photographs can be presented to US journalists.

Team Sharma-Paddi become hot property when they find themselves abducted by terrorists who want to shoot a fake video message from Osama’s doppelganger, this one to embarrass the US and convince the world that the man is very much alive.

This is the kind of storyline that could have bred a fabulously hilarious two hours of non-stop nonsense. Don’t know about you, but some of us sometimes need to let our hair down and laugh at nothingness. Except that in this instance, something goes wrong in the journey from concept to film, and try as Team Tere Bin Laden might, they barely manage to be amusing. Except…

Except when Obama and Chaddha are in the picture. More on that later.

It is not that the rest are not trying. Some of them ham till kingdom come, others act. Manish makes do with widening his eyes to Sridevi-like proportions. Pradhuman looks alarmingly like OBL and provides the occasional laugh with his take on a folk singer pretending to be an actor playing the world’s most dread terrorist. Everyone else throws themselves into their characters with a gusto for which they must definitely be lauded. All the energy and enthusiasm in the world is not sufficient compensation though for the absence of that X factor, that magical ingredient that transforms stupidity into comedy, that unnameable element that is born when the right writing meets the right direction. Except…

Except of course in the scenes involving Obama and Chaddha, when everything inexplicably seems to fall into place. Such are the mysterious ways of cinema.

It almost feels like a spoiler to tell you who plays Chaddha if you do not already know from the promotions, because he is so believable as a deliberately over-the-top white man disguised as an equally deliberately over-the-top Indian that the actor himself becomes invisible in the role. In fact, he is so good as a pretend gora that he makes up for all those terrible white extras Bollywood has thrust upon us in film after film for years.

(Spoiler ahead) Sikandar Kher is not merely good, he is brrrrrilliant as a devious blonde white American who dons body padding, a wig and a device that switches his accent from Yankee twang to guttural Punjabi baritone at the turn of a knob. For those who don’t know, Sikandar (who has dropped his surname for this film) is Kirron Kher’s son from her first marriage. He made his debut in 2008 as the lead in two films, the critically slammed Woodstock Villa and a highly under-rated, poorly publicised, well-made Hindi film called Summer 2007 directed by Suhail Tatari. Both sank without a trace and in the intervening years he has appeared in marginal roles in so few films that it is safe to say he disappeared into oblivion. It is a wonder why, because his talent and engaging screen presence were evident from Day 1.

As a US government official, Sikandar is more white and more American than most white people have ever been, and as Chaddha he shows us how it is possible to laugh with a community instead of laughing at them. A lesser actor might have been so weighed down by the accents and make-up as to not bother to add anything more to his performance. Sikandar is not that lesser actor. His comic timing, his body language and his investment in this madcap role are all 100 per cent on target.

While the rest of the cast around him struggles with the limited material at hand, he gets able backing from African American actor Iman Crosson whose crackling imitation of Obama could bring the White House down. It is not that Iman looks like the US President – all he has going for him on that front are that he too is black and tall – but his mimicry is so spot-on that you completely forget how he is actually a much broader man than the real POTUS.  

Together, they – and the film’s mockery, through them, of the extent to which the US will go to maintain its global supremacy – save the day for this otherwise disappointing film.

It is only fair to point out that Tere Bin Laden 2 is not crude or distasteful in the manner of low-brow comedies we have seen emerging from Bollywood in the past. It is just proof – since so many people seem to need proof – that comedy is one of the hardest things to achieve in the arts.

If you must watch this film, watch it for Sikandar and Iman. If Sikandar’s poor visibility in Bollywood is due to a lack of trying, then it is his choice, but if it is due to a lack of roles, then the loss is totally ours. As for Iman…how I wish more Bollywood writers would write scripts that require the casting of an African American actor. He and Sikandar are a hoot and the only reason why Tere Bin Laden – Dead or Alive is not a complete write-off.  

Rating (out of five stars): **

CBFC Rating (India):

UA
Running time:
110 minutes



Saturday, October 26, 2013

REVIEW 230: MICKEY VIRUS


Release date:
October 25, 2013
Director:
Saurabh Varma
Cast:


Language:

Manish Paul, Elli Avram, Manish Choudhary, Varun Badola, Puja Gupta, Raghav Kakker, Vikesh Kumar
Hindi


There’s something unusual going on in Bollywood these days. For a few years now, cine-buffs have been lamenting the fact that so many Hindi films start off strongly and then fizzle out post-interval, usually because the screenplay runs out of ideas. In recent months though, the opposite has happened too often, which is no better. And so it is with Mickey Virus. Writer-director Saurabh Varma’s first film has enough material to indicate that this is a man who should be handed the baton again. Mickey V though takes just too long to establish its setting and settle down before the action takes off in the second half, by which time it’s a tad bit late. 

When the going’s good it’s actually quite a bit of fun, but before that you must have the patience to sit through a pre-interval portion where everyone talks in a Dilli-naujawanon-ka lingo that does not rest easy on the tongues of the lead quartet who go by the cutesy names Mickey, Chutney, Floppy and Pancho. This is not to suggest that youngsters in the Capital don’t speak in this fashion – they do. The point is that it takes a certain type of person to carry off a certain kind of language, but the writing and direction of these four just makes them look and sound like they’re trying too hard. Puja Gupta who plays Chutney was the hero’s forward and flirty neighbor in last year’s Vicky Donor, which is interesting since, in completely different ways, Band Baaja Baaraat (2010), Delhi Belly (2011) and Vicky Donor managed to capture certain flavours of Delhi-youth-speak that Mickey V can’t quite pull off. If you ever had a doubt, here’s proof that films click not because of individual elements but when a bunch of such elements fall into place.

So anyway, Mickey Virus is the story of four friends who are layabouts and hackers rolled in one. Mickey Arora of the title is a genius from Malviya Nagar who mis-manages a grocery store, works with anti-virus-software creators and can crack pretty much every kumpooter puzzle thrown at him. He becomes obsessed with a character he created for a game called Kung Fu Chameli and is smitten at sight when he meets her doppelganger offline. He pursues her in a manner that Hindi films seem to consider sweet because, well, stalking ain’t a word Bollywood acknowledges in its vocabulary. Mickey’s misbehaviour may seem mild in comparison with the obnoxiously intimidating aggressiveness of Kundan in Raanjhanaa, but it’s unacceptable in a nation that should be aiming at a zero-tolerance policy towards sexual harassment. Meanwhile, the Delhi Police’s ACP Siddhanth is looking for a hacker to help solve a particularly perplexing case and zeroes in on the very reluctant Mickey.

One of the strengths of Mickey Virus is that when Mickey and his friends hack various websites, they actually sound like they’re on the job, not like a bunch of kids playing cops ‘n’ robbers. God knows whether such scenes would pass muster with an expert, but they do seem convincing to a layperson. When our hero unwittingly commits a grave crime, the film’s thriller element kicks in and the pace gets interesting. Equally well done is the average Delhi policeman’s absolute cluelessness about computers and the virtual world of dubloo dubloo dubloo. The Haryanvi cops are a hoot and actor Varun Badola is a particular joy to watch as the ever-suspicious Inspector Bhalla. Manish Paul who plays Mickey looks like he could be better in a better film, but the girl he falls for is an inexplicable casting choice. Playing Kamayani George, Greek model Elli Avram’s plasticity is accompanied by that one element most of India seems to crave: gorapan. Can’t think of any other reason she was picked for the part.

So here’s the report card: Mickey Virus is too long, the first half feels too much like it’s an aspirant to coolth, and the ending is the old-fashioned cliched sort where all the villains gather and explain in detail why they did what they did. A pity because for a considerable part of the second half, when it’s being just a mystery, the film is not bad at all.

Rating (out of five): **

CBFC Rating (India):
U /A
Running time:
2 hours 15 minutes
Photograph courtesy: Effective Communication