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Wednesday, November 27, 2019

REVIEW 750: PAGALPANTI

Release date:
November 22, 2019
Director:
Anees Bazmee
Cast:



Language:
Anil Kapoor, John Abraham, Ileana D’Cruz, Arshad Warsi, Pulkit Samrat, Kriti Kharbanda, Saurabh Shukla, Brijendra Kala, Urvashi Rautela, Inaamulhaq, Zakir Hussain
Hindi


Pagalpanti (Madness) is what happens when Anees Bazmee gets a couple of good ideas in the middle of a creative drought, but does not quite know what to do with them. Bazmee is not someone who can be dismissed as a mindless, crude comic in the league of Sajid Khan. He is, after all, the director who served up Anil Kapoor and Nana Patekar in top goofy form in Welcome (2007), and brought a degree of freshness to the stereotypical Bollywood representation of boisterous Punjabis in Singh Is Kinng (2008). Just two years back, he did a ripping job with the Anil Kapoor, Arjun Kapoor, Ileana D’Cruz starrer Mubarakan.

Pagalpanti is not Bazmee’s worst. Gosh no, that distinction goes to No Problem. But it is not a patch on his funnest works either.

Bazmee appears to have been struggling when he kicked off Pagalpanti. Nothing else can explain why he and his co-writers Rajiv Kaul and Praful Parekh chose to rehash for this film so many elements from successful Hindi slapstick comedies of the past decade. For a start, they picked a hero who is a ‘panauti’, just like Akshay Kumar’s character in the first Housefull. They added to that a mansion housing a beautiful female ghost, as in Great Grand Masti, going so far as to cast that film’s bhootni, Urvashi Rautela, in this one too. And if stampeding camels wreaked havoc in the climax of Welcome Back, here that job falls on the shoulders of a trio of lions.

The screenplay does nothing to any of these tropes to elevate them to the level of tributes. Even the twist in the bhootni’s tale does not serve that purpose. In between the writers do have a couple of good ideas, but those and the ensemble cast that includes some fine actors are all overshadowed by the overall lack of novelty in the story and treatment of Pagalpanti.

Raj Kishore (John Abraham), Junky (Arshad Warsi) and Chandu (Pulkit Samrat) are friends and failed business partners. Raj is supposed to be an unlucky guy who destroys the fortunes of all those around him too, but his buddies stay with him. When their paths cross with the Indian gangster brothers Raja Sahab (Saurabh Shukla) and Wi-Fi (Anil Kapoor) in London, these two dreaded men choose to hire them despite knowing that Raj Kishore’s mere presence can spell doom in their lives. No credible reason is offered for their decision.

What follows is a series of financial disasters, chases, exploding cars, the escalation of Raja and Wi-Fi’s long-running feud with fellow gangsters Tulli and Bulli, and a new-found enmity with a crook called Niraj Modi (you read the name right) who cheated Indian banks of thousands of crores before fleeing the country.

That last chap is played by Inaamulhaq, styled very precisely to look like the actual Nirav Modi. The obvious allusion to a high-profile real-life fugitive is interesting at first, until the scenario wears thin once it becomes clear that the writers do not know where to go with what started out as a clever move.

There is a point at which humour unexpectedly makes way for patriotic fervour, when Wi-Fi is given a passionate lecture about love for the country (meaning, India – of course – and not the United Kingdom which he has made his home). Just when it seems like Team Pagalpanti may be getting subversive and having a giggle at the expense of Bollywood’s hyper-nationalist brigade who have been churning out loud deshbhakti films in the past three years or so, they chicken out, and the scene ends tamely. This particular passage is unwittingly amusing in its effort not to appear too fixated on its desh prem, especially since it is clearly fixated on the same market as those aforementioned films.

It is always nice to watch Kapoor and Warsi letting their hair down, and they do manage to extract some laughs in Pagalpanti’s best moments. Years of facing the camera have given even Abraham a certain comfort with comedy that he did not initially have, and that too is nice to see. The younger members of the cast acquit themselves reasonably well, although they have not that much to do. Besides, there is only so much that actors can achieve in the face of lack of innovation.

The one effective aspect of Pagalpanti is that it continuously laughs at its genre. It does this primarily through the medium of Junky (Warsi) who rhymes words while he speaks and delivers lines rather than having normal conversations with people – each time he says something he is particularly impressed with, he expresses disbelief at his own smartness. Later, when Raj Kishore vomits out a monologue, he too responds to his own words in a similar fashion.

It is hard to be totally angry with a self-mocking film, especially considering that Bazmee manages to run through 165 minutes without a single wisecrack about rape, disability, farts and faeces, which have been favoured fodder in Hindi film comedies for some years now. But not being angry with a film, not disliking it is not the same as enjoying it. Pagalpanti is sporadically entertaining, but for the most part it feels stale and ordinary. Even the appearance of a Méhul Choksi lookalike in the end cannot lift the film out of its plainness. References to current events work if you have a take on them. Pagalpanti has none.

Rating (out of five stars): 1.5

CBFC Rating (India):
UA 
Running time:
152 minutes 

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Sunday, March 18, 2018

REVIEW 577: 3 STOREYS


Release date:
March 9, 2018
Director:
Arjun Mukerjee
Cast:



Language:
Renuka Shahane, Pulkit Samrat, Masumeh, Sharman Joshi, Richa Chadha, Aisha Ahmed, Ankit Rathi, Saunskriti Kher, Tarun Anand, Himanshu Malik
Hindi


In a crowded middle-class apartment block in Mumbai, Flory Mendonca (Renuka Shahane) demands a price so exorbitant for her flat that no one has been willing to purchase it for years. Then along comes a potential buyer called Vilas Naik (Pulkit Samrat), anxious for a house near a train station.

In the same building, Varsha Angre (Masumeh) bonds with her kind neighbour and tends to her little son, while coping with daily abuse – sexual and otherwise – from her unemployed, alcoholic husband.

Flory and Varsha watch indulgently as young Malini Mathur (Aisha Ahmed) and Suhail Ansari (Ankit Rathi) fall in love, much to the chagrin of their respective parents. The girl dares her mother to explain her objection to Suhail. Say it, we will her too. C’mon, say that you do not want your Hindu daughter to marry her Muslim boyfriend. But Mum cannot bring the words to her lips and in a sense it comes as a relief that an apparently prejudiced human being is aware enough and therefore ashamed enough not to articulate that prejudice.

A couple of floors below them, lives a glamorous, dolled-up woman (Richa Chadha) with flowing black hair, a sari pinned so low below her navel and a lifestyle so unconventional as to send pulses racing among the horny men in her locality and their gossip-mongering allies.

This is the setting of debutant director Arjun Mukerjee’s 3 Storeys, a housing complex that serves as a microcosm not just of the bustling city beyond but the country as a whole. In these homes, people grapple with their past and present, with domestic violence, casteism, communal biases and long pent-up anger. Some look placid and collected on the outside, but inside there are festering wounds that will kill them if never healed.

Mukerjee’s film moves along at a clipped trot, without appearing too hurried. Each segment in 3 Storeys comes armed with a twist in the end, not in the style of crime thrillers, but in the tradition of some of the world’s greatest short-story writers in the league of one of my favourites of the lot, O. Henry.

3 Storeys serves up its best right at the start. The motivations of the eccentric Mrs Mendonca and the youthful Vilas, who looks too well turned out to fit into that grubby society, are intriguing and hold attention till the final frame. Bollywood has stereotyped Goan Christians from the beginning of time, so this lady comes as a pleasant change. The industry has not yet thought it fit to make a film featuring a sari-wearing Goan (yes, they do exist, Bollywood!), but it does show this one speaking Konkani in addition to English and broken Hindi, which is refreshingly different from the portrayal of the community as quasi-foreigners so far. Shahane is nice to watch and packs some interesting detailing into her performance (note how she pronounces “truth”) which begs the question: why do we not see her more in films?

When the denouement in Flory and Vilas’ saga comes, it should be unnerving, but instead it is executed so matter of factly and with such little fuss, that a guilty laugh escaped my lips as I watched it.

(Spoiler alert) The credits let on that this one is “based in part on the short story by Henry Slesar titled ‘The Right Kind of House’”. I had not read Slesar’s tale earlier, but managed to find it once my curiosity was piqued by Shahane and Samrat, and I cannot understand the “based in part” claim, since “based entirely” is more accurate. Ah well, in a film industry that has only in the past decade begun routinely citing its sources, this is an act of honesty worth appreciating considering that the work of fiction in question is little known in India.

If you have not read The Right Kind of House, do not go looking for it until you watch 3 Storeys. Why rob yourself of the fun to be had in discovering its secret? (Spoiler alert ends)

The remaining stories in 3 Storeys are just as efficiently related by Althea Kaushal-Delmas’ screenplay and Mukerjee’s directorial hand, though the endings in two of them are less exciting.

(Spoiler alert) Varsha’s inter-caste romance feels somewhat antiquated in its climax and the Suhail-Malini affair’s conclusion could be seen coming from a mile. I have heard a similar real-life account so perhaps it is unfair to expect an acknowledgement of the original literary source in the credits, but if you have watched The World of Rudra in Bejoy Nambiar’s bilingual Tamil-Malayalam venture Solo last year, there is a point at which you will know exactly where this one is headed. (Spoiler alert ends)

Be that as it may, 3 Storeys’ brisk pace, realistic feel and undramatised tone make it worth a watch. It would help if you do not know what the finale in each short carries, but even if you do, there is considerable enjoyment to be derived from this film. Besides, the way it is wrapped up too defies expectations. And its running time of 99 minutes and 49 seconds is just right for the written material at hand.

Mukerjee is a business-like storyteller who has clarity about his approach to the project. He does not overtly try to make a grand statement about life in Mumbai, focusing instead on particular lives that catch his eye and, as it happens, making a point while he is at it.

The cast is uniformly good. While the rare big-screen appearance by Shahane is the centerpiece of 3 Storeys, each of her co-stars is gifted. Debutant Aisha Ahmed is a commendable find, and the presence of both Masumeh and Sharman Joshi here raises the question I asked earlier about Ms Shahane: why on earth do we not see more of these talented artistes in films? For them, and much else, 3 Storeys is time well spent.

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

CBFC Rating (India):
Running time:
99 minutes 49 seconds 

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