Showing posts with label Parikshit Sahni. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

REVIEW 228: BOSS


Release date:
October 16, 2013
Director:
Anthony D’souza
Cast:






Language:

Akshay Kumar, Shiv Pandit, Aditi Rao Hydari, Mithun Chakraborty, Ronit Roy, Parikshit Sahni, Danny Denzongpa. Guest stars: Sonakshi Sinha, Shakti Kapoor, Prabhu Deva, Yo Yo Honey Singh
Hindi


Cleverly-crafted mindlessness can be so much fun. Boss is mindless all right, but cleverly crafted it is not. Over and above everything else, it is designed as a vehicle for its megastar hero, his trademark swagger, his looks, his agility… you get the picture. Plot matters little in such films, but for the record, this is it: a teenager called Surya is disowned by his father (Mithun Chakraborty) for acts of violence that were not his fault. Surya is taken in by the kind-hearted gangster Big Boss (Danny Denzongpa) and 15 years later we meet him as the old man’s comrade-in-arms, known to the world as Boss (Akshay Kumar). His bête noir is the corrupt ACP Ayushman Thakur (Ronit Roy) whose sister Ankita (Aditi Rao Hydari) falls for Boss’ brother Shiv (Shiv Pandit) though Ayushman wants her to marry a minister’s loser son.

Never mind Akshay’s distractingly over-gelled hair or the fact that this nicely-fit 46-year-old actor is trying to pass off as a man in his early 30s in this film; we’ve got bigger problems here. Many Bollywood buffs have lamented The Curse Of The Second Half that has afflicted so many Hindi films in recent years. In Boss, the situation is reversed. It’s first half is littered with PJs-trying-desperately-to-sound-smart and action-trying-desperately-to-look-cool, and all the film’s genuinely comical and suspenseful scenes come in the second half. There’s one particularly hilarious scene involving Shiv reading text off Boss’ various body parts. And while the rest of the film’s songs are strangely noisy and tuneless (yes including the much-hyped title track featuring Akshay mounted on an all-gold Mercedes!), two remixes save the day. The Tamil superhit Appadi pode has been rewritten as the tad-noisy-yet-fun Hum na chhode; and Har kisi ko nahin milta yahan pyaar zindagi mein filmed memorably on Sridevi and Feroz Khan in 1986’s Jaanbaaz, is first filmed here on Shiv-Ankita and runs a second time with Boss and Sonakshi (Sonakshi Sinha) right at the end – it’s equally enjoyable both times.

What Sonakshi is doing in this film is a big question. Although Bollywood is shockingly male dominated, none of today’s other reigning male superstars relegates women to the insignificance accorded to most heroines of Akshay and Salman Khan’s films. In The World According To Akshay-Salman, women are meant to be pretty and/or protected, romanced and danced with, but nothing more. Boss takes its male interpretation of the world to a different level altogether by dispensing with a heroine completely, reducing what Bollywood traditionally calls the “female love interest” to nothing but an “item girl”. Sonakshi initially appears in the film at a party where she dances to Party all night while singer Yo Yo Honey Singh leers at her and a crowd of bra-top-clad gori women. Then she disappears to resurface in the finale song. Having proved in Lootera that you are capable of so much more, why would you reduce yourself to being a glamorous nobody in a film, Ms Sinha?

To be fair, this treatment is meted out not just to women, but to everyone else in the film except Mithun Chakraborty, Danny Denzongpa and Ronit Roy. A fantastic character actor like Mukesh Tiwari gets a few seconds on screen. Comedian Sanjay Mishra gets a few minutes of nothingness. Aditi Rao Hydari, who sparkled in Yeh Saali Zindagi and London Paris New York, is relegated to the role of a sweet face and a hot bod (underline that!) in a bikini. Poor Shiv Pandit from Shaitan, handsome and talented though he is, is often treated like an extra in Boss even though he plays a key role. Nowhere is the centrality of Akshay and the marginality of the rest of the cast emphasised more than in Hum na chhode in which Shiv is present in the scene but the spotlight rests throughout on Akshay’s Boss dancing wildly surrounded by an army of women. Then suddenly as the song ends, Shiv is once again awkwardly plonked next to Boss to dance energetically for a few seconds.

Early in the film, Ayushman tells a man: “Maut se kyun bhaag raha hai re? Maut ko log yu hi badnaam karte hai. Takleef toh zindagi deti hai.” A filmi type like me could live off such lines but writers Farhad-Sajid struggle to sustain the tone. They even start repeating themselves after a few scenes. Boss has pretensions to intellectual depth with the action shifting from Delhi to Kurukshetra and Boss being likened to Arjun, but again Farhad-Sajid can’t pull it off.

At his best, Akshay Kumar has an arresting screen presence and a flair for the action-comedy mix. We get glimpses of that man in the second half of this film, but it’s hard to fully enjoy a star when he becomes overly conscious of his charisma and his indulgent fans. He is not the only one. Too many recent solo-hero action-comedy flicks have suffered from this problem. They’ve even begun to resemble each other. Where does Rowdy Rathore end and Khiladi 786 begin? Where does Dabangg end and Ready begin? In a stark reminder of Dabangg, Boss even features a climactic fight in which Ayushman rips off his baniyaan, to which gesture Boss responds by tearing open his kurta. I’m not sure what profound meaning those moves have, though I suppose I shouldn’t grumble since both actors have wonderfully toned bodies without being over-muscled. Okay then, that complaint is withdrawn, Milord! The rest still stand.  

Rating (out of five): **

CBFC Rating (India):
U/A (despite some extremely violent scenes)
Running time:
2 hours 24 minutes

Saturday, September 10, 2011

REVIEW 75: MERE BROTHER KI DULHAN

Release date:
September 9, 2011
Director:
Ali Abbas Zafar
Cast:
Katrina Kaif, Imran Khan, Ali Zafar, Kanwaljeet Singh, Parikshit Sahni, Tara D’souza


It’s not tough to guess the final outcome of Mere Brother ki Dulhan (MBKD) once you’ve read the title, seen the promos and watched the first 15 minutes of the film. But that doesn’t matter because of course, it’s the journey to the climax that counts.

Mere Brother ki Dulhan is the story of two brothers and a new woman in their lives. Fresh from a break-up with his girlfriend in London where he lives and works, Luv Agnihotri (Ali Zafar) asks his brother Kush (Imran Khan) to find him a bride. Kush zeroes in on wild child Dimple Dixit (Katrina Kaif). But before Luv returns to India to get hitched, Kush and Dimple fall in love with each other. Question is: Will they act on those feelings? And how will they extricate themselves from this complicated mess?

Debutant director Ali Abbas Zafar – who is credited with the story, screenplay and dialogues – clearly has a penchant for humour, but isn’t consistent with it here. He also appears to have instructed his leading lady to spend the entire duration of MBKD with her eyes widened to saucer size, which is fine in places, but feels over-the-top elsewhere. In an industry that tends to focus most of its time, money and skills on its male leading stars, it’s refreshing to see that this film revolves largely around Katrina. She throws herself into the role with gusto, but there’s a difference between being cute and cutesy and she crosses that line too often with her performance, which made me sorely miss director Imtiaz Ali’s handling of the madcap Geet played by Kareena Kapoor in Jab We Met. The fault here lies with the actress’ and the director’s interpretation of a female rebel: being a free spirit is not the same as being an ass. Katrina’s Dimple in several places comes across as ditsy (like her character in Tees Maar Khan last year), foolish, immature and childish, instead of alluringly, irresistibly crazy which I suspect is the intention. Having seen her in this year’s Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, we know she’s capable of much better.

Despite this, there’s something appealing about the youthful shenanigans of the film’s lead trio. It helps that MBKD does not ask to be taken too seriously (which is why I’m willing to pretend that I didn’t notice that the placement of Dimple’s fingers on her guitar don’t match the music that’s actually playing in the background or that the routes the film’s various players take when they get to Delhi show a poor understanding of the Capital’s map). Imran and Katrina don’t share the same chemistry as Imran and Deepika did in Break ke Baad, but there’s an ease in their interactions that’s likeable. Pakistani actor Ali Zafar (who Bollywood discovered in Tere Bin Laden) has a rather studied style of dialogue delivery, but he still fits the part of the elder brother who dithers in relationships. And it’s nice to see the trouble that’s gone into casting Kush’s best buddies, Luv’s ex (newcomer Tara D’souza) and the lead couple’s parents, especially Dimple’s elegantly dignified dad who’s in the foreign service (Kanwaljeet Singh) and Luv-Kush’s army colonel father (Parikshit Sahni).

The search for Kush’s bride leads to comical situations as one has come to expect in contemporary films about arranged marriages, but MBKD does not dwell upon them to the point of repetitiveness, nor does the film mock the practice. A point is also quietly made when a creep in MBKD assumes that Dimple the rock chick would sleep with him because that’s what such women do: Luv cautions her that any woman like her will repeatedly encounter such men in India but no, that does not mean she should change. That’s a fine line to tread and Ali Abbas Zafar does it wisely and well. Having said that, I do wish that the film had not made such a point of Dimple’s smoking and drinking ways as part of the ‘liberal woman’ package – it’s almost as though Hindi filmdom is collectively convinced that every ‘liberal’ woman would necessarily be fond of alcohol. Dimple swills booze and smokes beedis, but her life’s ambition is restricted to marrying a rich guy whose money she can blithely spend.

On the downside then, too much in this film is underlined and then re-stressed in the effort to be funny. The bride’s pre-wedding panic, for instance, seems contrived. And her drunken scene atop a jeep is decidedly flat ... as are many of the references to other Hindi films (the bow to Dabangg is so forced and so planned that I could see it coming from a mile). On the plus side though, there is much in the film that is genuinely funny, my favourite scene being the one in which Kush and Luv’s ex-girlfriend Piali play badminton with Piya tu ab to aaja in the background. And unlike many films of this genre, it does not let go of its light touch in favour of mawkish melodrama in the climax.

In the ultimate analysis then, MBKD is an inconsistent film that feels somewhat like a fling – I’m not in love with it, it’s forgettable, but it was fun while it lasted.

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

CBFC Rating:                       U/A without cuts
Running time:                        142 Minutes
Language:                              Hindi