Showing posts with label Purab Kohli. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 20, 2018

REVIEW 558: MY BIRTHDAY SONG


Release date:
January 19, 2018
Director:
Samir Soni
Cast:


Language:
Sanjay Suri, Nora Fatehi, Zenia Starr, Ayaz Khan, Aryan Veir Suri, Pitobash, Purab Kohli 
Hindi


Most people worry about the end of their youth. What may be just another birth anniversary in the eyes of some, could turn into a nightmare for those who view the start of a new decade in particular with dread. In Rajiv Kaul’s case, you can take that literally. A tragic death – murder or accident? – mars his 40th birthday, but he wakes up the next morning to find that all seems to be well and that the bloody episode of the previous night appears not to have happened at all.

Tidbits from that day, however, keep repeating themselves, in different ways and different settings. At first, the premise is interesting enough. Has Rajiv slipped through a crack in the universe and got caught in a time loop in a Groundhog Day Redux? Is someone playing a cruel joke on him? Is he the victim of a crime? Is the film capturing the goings-on in the imagination of a mentally unwell individual? Or is this just a metaphorical depiction of gerascophobia, the fear of ageing?

When My Birthday Song initially throws up these questions, it evokes curiosity. After a while though, it reveals that it has little to offer beyond its clever concept. The repetition of events in Rajiv’s life then becomes increasingly dull rather than fascinating as it should be, so that by the time the answer is unveiled, it does not have the desired jolting effect. Ho hum. Yeah yeah, very smart, but…yawn.

Model-cum-TV-star-turned-debutant-film-director Samir Soni’s My Birthday Song lacks punch in its narrative style, depth in its writing and imagination in its camerawork. Among other things, it sorely needs some layering in its examination of Rajiv’s crisis of conscience that is a crucial part of this tale.

Soni has co-produced this film with his lead star, Sanjay Suri. The screenplay too is Soni’s, with inputs by Vrushali Telang.  

In Onir’s My Brother Nikhil (2005) and Nandita Das’ Firaaq (2008), Suri has shown us that he is capable of complexity given the right project and director. He is earnest playing Rajiv Kaul in My Birthday Song, but the screenplay gives him little to sink his teeth into. His co-star Zenia Starr, playing Rajiv’s wife Ritu, shows some spark that may be tapped in a better film.

This birthday song goes flat too soon to sustain interest.

Rating (out of five stars): *

CBFC Rating (India):
Running time:
95 minutes 40 seconds

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

REVIEW 486: NOOR


Release date:
April 21, 2017
Director:
Sunhil Sippy
Cast:


Language:
Sonakshi Sinha, Kanan Gill, Shibani Dandekar, Purab Kohli, Smita Tambe, M.K. Raina, Suchitra Pillai, Manish Chaudhari
Hindi


Noor Roy Chaudhary is a young mediaperson in Mumbai, keen to practice journalism with meaning, journalism that makes a difference to humanity and is aimed at the larger good. The chasm separating what she wants to do (unearth corruption, for instance) and what she is allowed to by her video news agency (interview Sunny Leone, cover Ripley’s-Believe-It-Or-Not kind of drama) seems unbridgeable, and so she spends her life cribbing about...well...her life.

Then one day Noor catches a newsbreak that she is convinced will make her. In mishandling that report though, she ends up ruining people who matter to her and almost finishing herself.

Director Sunhil Sippy’s Noor is about her reparation and how she gets her world back on track. It is based on the book Karachi: You’re Killing Me by Saba Imtiaz. The screenplay is by Althea Delmas-Kaushal, Shikhaa Sharma and Sippy himself, with dialogues by Ishita Moitra Udhwani.

Before going into a deeper analysis of this film it is important to get this out of the way: the past year has seen a steady flow of self-consciously ‘women-centric’ films in theatres. Most have been hollow, with zero story and zero understanding of or commitment to women. Their sole goal appears to have been to cash in on what the industry sees as a “trend” of women-centric films – like the best Vidya Balan starrers – making big money at the box office. Yes, the makers of such films see women as a “trend”, not people (like men) with lives that are big-screen-worthy for all seasons. The result: they have ended up delivering self-defeating emptiness with thin screenplays and poorly developed female leads, the worst of them being the Sonakshi Sinha-starrer Akira last year. Noor, which too features Sinha in the lead, is thankfully about a story and a woman with a story worth telling, not about Akira-style fake ‘woman-centricity’.

This is what makes Noor watchable despite its flaws, of which there are many. Sippy’s 28-year-old heroine is a believable creature for the most part, often utterly stupid but also credible. She is more than the cutesy froth with which she is introduced to us – messy, always in a hurry, always late, cocksure, tying her hair with the first thing she can find even if that thing happens to be a sock, anxious to have a boyfriend, anxious about her weight, serious in the hours beyond her hard-partying social life. She is more than all the above because Noor has clearly thought out, clearly articulated feelings, goals and dreams, and the screenplay enables us to truly get to know this crazy woman in all her crazy, mixed-up glory.

Just when you think Noor is headed in the direction of being yet another Bridget Jones (meaning: a character written with a veneer of liberalism but no real pre-occupation beyond worrying about her next boyfriend and her next lay), the writing team thankfully goes elsewhere.

Noor speaks lines mirroring the language of a real youngster from her background in Mumbai – for the most part. I repeat “for the most part” here too, because her “tu”, “tumhara” and casual impertinence towards her fatherly editor-owner is pretentious wannabe coolth authored by someone who seems to have a rather irritating stereotypical notion of how news offices function. It is a major flaw in a film that is otherwise not overtly trying to impress.

Noor’s botched-up big break provokes us to think of the ephemeral impact of news coverage not backed by commitment and follow-ups. What happens when the cameras go away and real human beings are left to their own devices, at the mercy of the powers that be just as they were before the spotlight fell on them? This is the overriding takeaway from the film, which makes even its failings forgivable.

Sonakshi Sinha pulls off her character without appearing to try too hard. Her natural performance as Noor once again raises the question: why does she waste herself primarily on Akshay Kumar starrers and the like that demean women and relegate her to being no more than a pout and large eyes and an attractive profile?

The supporting cast is interesting. Kanan Gill and Shibani Dandekar both have attractive personalities and it would be nice to see if they can pull off larger roles. M.K. Raina as Noor’s Dad is a sweetheart. In fact, the film might have benefited from exploring his character further. Manish Chaudhari brings depth to his performance as Noor’s boss, even if the treatment of her relationship with him leaves much to be desired.

The pick of the cast though is the wonderful Smita Tambe playing a poor woman caught between a corrupt system and irresponsible journalism.

The film’s pluses do not eclipse its minuses though. Its news office milieu is poorly sketched, and while showing Noor re-reporting a news story that was treated cursorily at first, it does not bother to explain what “research” she added to it beyond saying that she did. Such superficiality takes away from the film’s good intentions.

Towards the end, when it seems like Noor is about to lose her way again, this time to become a conformist, a senior tells her: Having found yourself with such difficulty, are you already forgetting that self? It is an excellent line perfectly placed in the film. Unfortunately, it can equally be applied to Sippy’s approach to this work. Just as he has convinced us that Noor is a person of substance who is complete unto herself, he quickly slaps a romance on to his storyline, as if to hurriedly satisfy conventional Hindi film viewers who may consider a romantic interest an essential part of any film and more conservative viewers who consider a woman incomplete without a man. Worse, he then wraps up his film with an ‘item’ song in which Noor dances in a little dress and is pushed around by a man, as women tend to be in formulaic Hindi films.

C’mon, Mr Sippy, why not go all the way? Why be apologetic about the point you make?

That said, I would still like very much to see the director’s next film. This is his return as a helmsman after a gap of 17 years (I confess I have not managed to find his first film, Snip!, released in 2000). Here is hoping that Film No. 3 is more confident of itself and we do not have to wait another 17 years for it.

Ditto for Sonakshi Sinha. Four years have flown between the remarkable Lootera and Noor which, despite its follies, serves as a good showcase for her talent. Here is hoping we do not have to wait another four years for a film that does not treat her like a prop.

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

CBFC Rating (India):
UA
Running time:
116 minutes 24 seconds 

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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
  

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