Showing posts with label Prachi Desai. Show all posts
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Friday, November 11, 2016

REVIEW 445: ROCK ON 2


Release date:
November 11, 2016
Director:
Shujaat Saudagar
Cast:




Language:
Farhan Akhtar, Shraddha Kapoor, Arjun Rampal, Purab Kohli, Shashank Arora, Kumud Mishra, Prachi Desai, Shahana Goswami, Guest appearances: Usha Uthup, Summer Salt Band, Vishal Dadlani
Hindi


The boys are back, but will they rock the screen once again? Rock On 2 reunites Aditya Shroff (Farhan Akhtar), Joe Mascarenhas (Arjun Rampal) and Kedar Zaveri a.k.a. KD (Purab Kohli) whose journey-to-their-true-selves story resulted in 2008’s wonderfully warm, relatable and inspirational Rock On directed by Abhishek Kapoor.

Back then, after being pulled in many directions away from their music, they had come together as the band Magik along with a fourth friend, Rob Nancy (Luke Kenny). Eight years later, Magik has dispersed, Joe and KD have managed to make careers for themselves in music and Adi is in Shillong desperately trying to exorcise a traumatic memory while helping the local people through a farmers’ cooperative.

Rock On worked on the strength of its solid writing by Pubali Chaudhari and Abhishek Kapoor, the credible situations, heartbreak and hope they conjured up with their words, Kapoor’s spot-on direction, the chemistry between the four male leads (a pleasant surprise since none of them were acting stars), the novelty of a Hindi film revolving around a struggling Indian rock band and the true hero of that venture: Shankar Ehsaan Loy’s throbbing, pulsating soundtrack. It was evident that this was a milieu the team understood perfectly. Everything seemed to fit just right.

With such a formidable predecessor to live up to, Rock On 2 should have doubled its efforts to draw viewers in. Instead, its problems lie right at the conception level. Chaudhuri and Kapoor’s story from which the former has derived her screenplay (with dialogues by Akhtar) comes across as a half-hearted shot at cashing in on a successful brand. The sequel has appealing individual elements and moments, but in its entirety it feels semi-baked.

Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start, as Maria from The Sound of Music might have reminded them if they had asked: Adi’s motivation for leaving Mumbai remains unconvincing. That’s because we do not, in the first place, get to understand the motivation for his behaviour that led to tragic consequences five years previously thus causing him to seek an escape from the big city and bright lights. In Rock On, it was true that Adi, spoilt rich kid that he was, was initially impervious to the feelings and insecurities of those around him – leading to the break with Joe, for one – but he had evolved through that film and you will remember in the end the group had formed a talent search agency to find and promote new musical artistes.

(Spoiler alert for this paragraph) Revved up as they were at that point, driven to help those who had struggled like them, how did he (and they) so soon turn so disinterested in the plight of the people for whom they had launched that agency, which was the mainstay of their careers as we understood it at the end of Rock On? What explains Adi’s attitude in particular, his apathy towards that one singer-composer who approaches him repeatedly? Is it arrogance or indifference? If it is the latter, then what exactly was their agency doing? And for that matter, why does that boy pursue them alone without exploring options? (Spoiler alert ends)

With no answers in sight, the film kicks off on a contrived note and there is little that director Shujaat Saudagar can do to lift it off the ground. The completely contrasting battles being fought by new entrants Jiah Sharma (Shraddha Kapoor) and Uday (Shashank Arora from Titli), the reason for her fears and his desperation, the secret behind the reclusiveness of her father Pandit Vibhooti (Kumud Mishra) all tug at the heart strings, but are not given sufficient depth. There is another sidetrack about the commercially led compromises talented artistes feel compelled to make, but that gets only a fleeting mention.

Worse, the sub-plot about Adi’s efforts to rehabilitate several villages in Meghalaya after a natural disaster unwittingly smacks of condescension. Instead of insightful detailing, what we get is a touristy visit: DoP Mark Koninckx’s spectacular shots of spectacular locations, but not a single local resident who is fleshed out well enough to make a lasting impression.

The people of Meghalaya are shadows, not substantial characters here. They are either victims or villains, thrown in as a matter of convenience to take the story forward. The villains are the enemy within. The victims have no agency, they take no initiative and they sit around suffering, thus leaving it to the great mainlanders and their chieftain Adi to save them and vanquish the bad guys. It reminded me a bit of simpering heroines in old Hindi films who would stand around helplessly, waiting for the hero to rescue them from the gangster’s underground den.

If you view this aspect of Rock On 2 in the context of the alienation of the entire North-East from the rest of India, the treatment of the region in the film is almost offensive. Thing is, Rock On 2 seems to have had no political ill intentions. It is evident that Meghalaya serves no purpose for the maker/s beyond the picture-postcard visuals it offers. With almost no locational specifics in the screenplay, the film could just as well have been set in any other non-urban, naturally stunning location far from Mumbai without the change making an inch of a difference to the narrative.

Meghalaya is not all that is given short shrift. No one utters a single line throughout about the late Magik member Rob (after whom Adi’s child is named), and Joe’s wife Debbie (Shahana Goswami in a guest appearance) is dispensed with via a single line about her going off to France. For what? Why? Who knows? Akhtar’s dialogue writing for Jiah and Uday too is strained.

With so many superficialities in the writing, Rock On 2 runs up against hurdles that were forgivable in Part 1 because of that film’s wholesomeness and overall effectiveness. Abhishek Kapoor had managed to use Akhtar intelligently, camouflaging both his acting and singing limitations in excellent packaging and positioning. Here though, since director Saudagar is building on a weak foundation, Akhtar’s every deadpan expression and the sub-ordinariness of his singing voice stick out. It does not help that Rock On 2 bears the added burden of Shraddha Kapoor singing as Jiah. To be fair to her, she is not a terrible singer, she is just ordinary.

I understand Saudagar’s compulsion to let Akhtar sing in this film, He is, after all, the producer. Besides, the use of his voice – polished and straightened out with the benefit of the technology that recording studios offer these days – was an experiment that clicked in Rock On. But why oh why wasn’t a professional singer used at least for Jiah?

Not surprisingly, the most enjoyable part of Rock On 2 is the finale concert in Shillong where we get to hear back-to-back performances by real singers, not actors aspiring to be singers. Redemption comes in those late moments through, among others, Usha Uthup and Meghalaya’s Summer Salt Band performing the delightful Hoi Kiw, and of course Shankar Mahadevan himself. They are so lovely, that when they are followed by Akhtar and Kapoor doing a so-so remix of the original film’s title song, that too is fun to watch because the pulse is already racing and the adrenaline is already pumping. In that moment, less than the flaws what I noticed was this: Akhtar is no great shakes as a singer, but seeing him move on stage is a reminder that there is no question this man loves music. I wish he would play to his strengths rather than remind us of his weaknesses.

Shankar Ehsaan Loy’s compositions for Rock On were fantastic. Their work in Rock On 2 is a mixed bag in the nice-but-not-great mould. I refuse to blame them. The blame for this film’s average-ness lies entirely at the doorstep of the writers.

Rock On 2 is not insufferable, it is just hugely disappointing. They should have given it an alternative title: How To Fritter Away Goodwill For A Fondly Remembered Brand in 139 Minutes and Seven Seconds.

Rating (out of five stars): *1/2

CBFC Rating (India):
UA
Running time:
139 minutes, 7 seconds
  

This review has also been published on Firstpost:





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.