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Wednesday, September 26, 2018

REVIEW 640: ISHQERIA


Release date:
September 21, 2018
Director:
Prerna Wadhawan
Cast:

Language:
Richa Chadha, Neil Nitin Mukesh, Raj Babbar
Hindi


Life is too short to be spent elaborately analysing non films like this one, so let me cut to the chase. Ishqeria – a title through which ‘writer’-‘director’ Prerna Wadhawan wishes to convey the love sickness of her lead pair – is ordinary, flat and possesses not a single imaginative bone in its entire body. At first I was tempted not to rate it at all but on second thoughts, here you go Richa Chadha and Neil Nitin Mukesh, this 0.5 star is entirely and completely awarded to you for keeping a straight face instead of laughing your heads off on camera throughout this misadventure.

Ishqeria is about Kuhu (Chadha) and Raghav (Mukesh) who meet while studying in Mussoorie. Their college is done up in all the colours of the rainbow, bubblegum and candyfloss, and that is how the girls dress too. She is dowdy and chirpy, he is quiet and elegant. She is a much-mocked fresher, he is the most sought after senior around. She is middle class, he is the son of the wealthiest man in Mussoorie.

Using a strategy devised by her girlie gang, which includes evolving into a stylish hottie, Kuhu manages to draw Raghav’s attention and they fall in love. Each of the characters in this setting has been borrowed from college romances made across film industries a zillion times before. To stir the pot up a bit, a Holi song – once a Bollywood staple – is added to the recipe and one of Kuhu’s friends is made to repeatedly say “tatti” (shit) as some sort of cool signature word. I promise you I am not joking.

We are told right at the start that Raghav is a suffering soul, harbouring a grand grudge against his father. There is a kahaani mein twist involving abortion that connects his past to his present with  Kuhu. Never mind what it is. Abortion is a serious issue, but Ishqeria does not have the intellect to handle it with any degree of depth. Frankly it does not have the anything to handle anything apart from a budget large enough that Wadhawan could afford to cast Chadha, Mukesh and Raj Babbar (as Raghav’s father) plus ensure that the production certainly does not look inexpensive.

Ishqeria switches between the present and seven years earlier when Kuhu and Raghav were in college. Poor Chadha suffers as a consequence, saddled as she is with big curls, a fringe and pigtails by turns in an in-your-face effort to make her look like a teenager. Perhaps she should be grateful that she was not asked to say “tatti” as a refrain to lend coolth to her character.

Barring a couple of initial scenes that Chadha invests with humour when Kuhu is just settling into college life, Ishqeria has nothing to offer. Wadhawan is so clueless that she packs her screenplay with artificial conflicts and an unconvincing resolution. She and her dialogue writer Radhika Anand struggle so hard to sound clever that I started giggling at one point during a conversation which starts with Raghav asking his friend Amit where he might find Kuhu, to which Amit inexplicably replies, “Kuhu koi jadibooti nahin hai jo koi dukaan mein milegi” (Kuhu is not a herb that you might expect to find in a shop). I gathered from the exchange that followed, that this might have been his way of asking, “Why would you ask me?” or “Why the hell should I tell you?” Or maybe it was a profoundly philosophical observation and I missed the meaning. Whatever.

Since the choice of title indicates that Ms Wadhawan is interested in disease names, perhaps she could come up with a term for the affliction that causes some people to think that any Tom, Dick or Prerna with the necessary funds has the ability to make a good film.

Rating (out of five stars): 1/2

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

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Saturday, January 24, 2015

REVIEW 312: TEVAR


Release date (India):
January 9, 2015
Director:
Amit Ravindernath Sharma
Cast:


Language:
Arjun Kapoor, Sonakshi Sinha, Manoj Bajpayee, Rajesh Sharma, Raj Babbar, Deepti Naval
Hindi


Like its hero, Tevar spends most of its running time running all over the place. It wants to be grand, action-filled, funny, serious, disturbing, insightful, pretty, romantic and more. In trying to be so much though, it ends up being too little, throttling its slivers of promise with its own bare hands. This is a very crowded project and its intent gets lost somewhere in that crowd.

Tevar is the Hindi remake of the 2003 Telugu film Okkadu that elevated the young Mahesh Babu into a stratospheric league of stardom. The idea behind its Bollywood version is clearly to showcase Arjun Kapoor, whose father Boney Kapoor is the producer.

And so Kapoor Junior – playing a kind-hearted hooligan and kabaddi player called Pintoo a.k.a Ghanshyam from Agra – gets to loll about with friends, bash up goons, get bashed up by them, ‘save’ a girl from them, fall in love with her, dance with large groups of colourfully dressed male extras, dance with the heroine, dance with a glamorous female star doing a cameo and single-handedly vanquish the chief villain. In short, everything that a typical masala flick hero like Salman Khan gets to do in pretty much every film. Pintoo even sings Main toh Superman, Salman ka fan / Jo leve panga, kar dun maa-behen (to be pronounced “bhaan”),” in the very first number that serves to introduce the audience to this wonderboy.

The actor has both charm and talent, as we already know from watching his five film releases so far. That brooding demeanour adds to the intriguing package. However, he is yet to develop the charisma that sometimes enables stars to rise above poor writing and incompetent direction.

Tevar’s inadequate writing is exemplified by the characterisation of the leading lady and by Pintoo’s romantic graph with her. Firstly, we get to know next to nothing about this Mathura-based dancer called Radhika Mishra (played by a lacklustre Sonakshi Sinha), apart from the fact that she is the sister of a journalist who antagonises the state Home Minister (Rajesh Sharma) and his arrogant brother Gajendar (Manoj Bajpayee). She shows some chutzpah in the beginning when Gajendar unceremoniously proposes marriage to her, but in later scenes metamorphoses into a meek creature who hangs about without lifting a finger to help Pintoo while he takes on gangs of goondas in his bid to protect her. Second, it is clear why she falls in love with him (though he looks and behaves like a ruffian, he’s that rare creature who risks his life to help a stranger) but in his case, it appears that he needs no more incentive to love her than the realisation that she is in love with him.

The intersection of Pintoo’s strand with Radhika and Gajender’s story is smoothly executed in a high-adrenaline, highly believable scene. Oddly enough, that moment comes too late in the film. Worse, the momentum thus gained is soon frittered away by a congested narrative.

As if that’s not bad enough, songs are repeatedly inserted abruptly into the story, slowing down the pace and serving as awkward interruptions. It doesn’t help that almost all the situations which these numbers are chucked into are now Bollywood cliches. Even the choreography is cliched, with guest star Shruti Haasan getting her bottom drummed like a bongo by the hero in Madamiyan. Shruti is lovely and a natural dancer – she deserves better. So do Deepti Naval (playing Pintoo’s mother) and Rajesh Sharma who are sinfully under-used in Tevar.

Sonakshi Sinha, on the other hand, seems convinced that she does not deserve better, if we are to go by her decision to persistently opt for films in which the heroine plays tenth fiddle to the hero. She is such a marginal player in the proceedings in Tevar that I wanted to weep for the potential that was evident in Vikramaditya Motwane’s 2013 film Lootera. She spends most of Tevar peeping out wanly at the audience from behind Pintoo’s bulky shoulder. I guess we should be grateful she does not flash us her profile as she is wont to do in most of her films.

Tevar’s one saving grace is Gajendar. Manoj Bajpayee is clearly enjoying playing the evil fellow. He gets the best lines in the film, and delivers them with obvious delight. The scenes with this supporting character are evidence of what director Amit Ravindernath Sharma was trying to achieve overall with Tevar: a sort of Gangs of Wasseypur (GoW) 3 helmed by a Salman Khan/Akshay Kumar-like fantastical, comic action hero. Sadly, he can’t pull it off. Sorry, Mr Sharma, in Khan and Kumar’s most entertaining films, their swagger has been complemented by cheeky writing. Sorry again, but calling one song Joganiyan and another Madamiyan, doth not a GoW make; what it doth make instead is a GoW wannabe. Anurag Kashyap’s Wasseypur films (Part 1 in particular) had a swagger in their writing and directorial panache. Tevar has neither.

Rating (out of five): *

CBFC Rating (India):
U/A   
Running time:
160 minutes


Sunday, August 4, 2013

REVIEW 213: RABBA MAIN KYA KAROON

Release date:
August 2, 2013
Director:
Amrit Sagar Chopra
Cast:




Language:

Akash Chopra, Tahira Kochhar, Arshad Warsi, Riya Sen, Anuradha Patel, Raj Babbar, Tinnu Anand, Shakti Kapoor, Himani Shivpuri, Sushmita Mukherjee
Hindi
Rabba Main Kya Karoon follows Hindi cinema’s long-standing tradition of finding mirth in male marital infidelity. When women cheat it merits a grim social treatise from this industry, when men cheat it becomes a source of humour. No Entry, Shaadi No. 1, Do Knot Disturb and most recently, Thank Youcomedies revolving around philandering husbands and boyfriends are a dime a dozen in Bollywood.

Like them, RMKK too is a cliché. To make matters worse, it’s lackadaisically acted, poorly edited, unimaginatively directed and stars two uncharismatic actors in the lead. The film serves as a launchpad for the hero Akash Chopra, brother to the director Amrit Sagar Chopra. Amrit and Akash are the grandsons of Ramanand Sagar who is best known for the pioneering Hindi television series Ramayan. Not surprisingly then, every effort is made to tomtom Akash’s limited talents. He takes off his shirt in his very first scene to display a slim – though not at all stirring – torso, I suppose to announce the arrival of the next generation of competition to John Abraham and Hrithik Roshan. He also dances around with a group of bikini-clad gori mems, gets a former Miss India finalist to play his heroine while a bombshell in minimal clothing lusts after him.

The story in a nutshell is this: just days before his marriage, Sahil (Akash) is told by his cousin Shravan (Arshad Warsi) that for a happy married life he must cheat on his wife. Shravan then tries to get Sahil into bed with another woman even before the pheras. In the background, the groom’s Maama (Paresh Rawal) sleeps around and convinces his unsuspecting wife (Sushmita Mukherjee) that she’s mentally ill. Apparently that’s funny. Another uncle (Tinnu Anand) has spent a lifetime in search of a bra. Never mind why … yawn! And a third uncle (Shakti Kapoor) lands his paws on every woman in sight. Akash has an impactless but not insufferable presence (samples of insufferability can be found in Hum Hai Raahi Car Ke and Ramaiya Vastavaiya that both launched film family heirs earlier this year). But imagine as a viewer of RMKK having to sit through a song-and-dance number in which one of the leads is a blonde Shakti Kapoor in a silver blue suit. Ugh! Imagine a scene in which Tinnu Anand is supposed to be a pehelwan and special effects have been used to laughable effect to place his head on the shirtless body of a real-life pehelwan.

I wanted to drown in a pool of my own tears as I watched Arshad Warsi – one of the best actors in present-day Bollywood – starring in this sub-par film right after giving us the sweetly realistic and genuinely entertaining Jolly LLB. RMKK doesn’t merit a serious review so I thought I’d give you an idea of the quality of humour in this film by quoting here the lyrics of a song titled Tu khulla saand ban jaa featuring our hero:

Jholi sharaafat wali khoonti pe taang de
Chooza ban kar ke miliya murge ki baang de
Husn ka mela hai
Duniya tabela hai
Control chhad koyi kaand kar jaa

Tu khulla saand ban jaa, haaye
Tu khulla saand ban jaa
Tu khulla saand ban jaa, haaye
Tu khulla saand ban jaa

Para para para para paraam
Mardon ki aankhein hoti hain camera
Mauka dekh ke zoom badha
Apne black and white usuloon pe
Naye zamaane ke rang chadha
Kaliyon ke garden mein tu
Bhanwara akela hai
Baaki tu khud understand kar jaa
Tu khulla saand ban jaa, haaye
Tu khulla saand ban jaa

Character ki saarangi chhod
Rangraleeyon ka guitar baja

Tu khulla saand ban jaa
Para para para para paraa
Character ki saarangi chhod
Rangraleeyon ka guitar bajaa ha
Rule ki fixed deposit todd ke
Jism ka tu udhaar chuka
Jumbo jet kudiyan hai
Tu pilot ka chela hai
Ayyashi ke one way pe land kar jaa
Tu khulla saand ban jaa, haaye
Tu khulla saand ban jaa.

Those of you not proficient in Hindi should know that “Tu khulla saand ban jaa” translates into a piece of black-and-white advice to men to stop disguising their hormones and reveal themselves as raging bulls instead. Saand = bull. And yes, “bull” has precisely the same sexual connotations in Hindi as in English. Now you know.

Rating (out of five): 0 stars

CBFC Rating (India):
U/A
Running time:
118 minutes & 52 seconds, and every second counts
Tu khulla saand ban jaa video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41sMYEGhAUg