Showing posts with label Rajeev Khandelwal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rajeev Khandelwal. Show all posts

Saturday, October 8, 2011

REVIEW 82: SOUNDTRACK

Release date:
October 7, 2011
Director:
Neerav Ghosh
Cast:
Rajeev Khandelwal, Soha Ali Khan, Mohan Kapur


Before anything else, may I just say how grateful I am to the producers of Soundtrack for not embarrassing us as a nation like Bollywood so often does and for doing what their colleagues in the industry rarely do … buying the rights to remake a film instead of slyly copying and claiming originality. Soundtrack is based on It’s All Gone Pete Tong, an English film about a talented and whacked-out deejay who turns deaf.
Rajeev Khandelwal plays DJ Raunak Kaul who allows his life to be taken over by drugs, alcoholism, cigarettes and other body-destroying vices. But his music is brilliant, he becomes an instant rage among Mumbai’s nightclubbers and so no one really cares that he’s ruining his life until he starts losing his hearing. Raunak’s friends and colleagues realise there’s something wrong only when his creativity takes a beating. When a man can’t hear, how can he make music and assess its quality? I won’t give away the techniques Raunak devices to overcome this life-changing hurdle … all I’ll say is that it’s such a wonderful change to see a Hindi film about a person with a disability that does not over-dramatise or romanticise the tragedy but handles it with empathy and good humour. It’s not quite in the league of Nagesh Kukunoor’s beautiful film Iqbal, but it’s very nice all the same – there’s little rona-dhona here, just life.
Khandelwal is lovely in Soundtrack. After his commendable performance as an insatiably aggressive policeman in Bejoy Nambiar’s Shaitan earlier this year, here’s another job well done. Not a single scene is over-acted, not a shot over-done. But it’s not his acting alone that is impactful here. The film’s casting directors should be lauded for picking an actor who doesn’t fit the stereotype in some people’s minds of what a drugged-out deejay would look like … this guy is neat, handsome, clean, clean-shaven and ever so … nice!
More good casting and good acting … Soha Ali Khan is wonderful as Gauri, the woman who helps Raunak lift himself out of the abyss of depression that he plunges into when he loses his hearing. I’ve often found Mohan Kapur too over-the-top for my taste, but he’s just right as Charlie the loud music producer who gives Raunak his first break. In the middle of so much sensitivity, it hurt to hear Charlie introduce Raunak to a concert audience as “the man who makes handicapped people look cool”, but I could imagine a real-life character like Charlie speaking precisely those words … full marks to the dialogue writers. The music of this film is as unusual for Bollywood as is this storyline. I particularly like Raunak’s signature tune Jhoom fakira that makes him a star and the use of oldies Ruk jaana nahin, Yeh jeevan hai and Khullam khullam pyaar karenge hum dono to demonstrate the man’s changing attitude towards life.
There’s so much to praise in Soundtrack that I find myself putting off the part of this review where I tell you what’s wrong with it. Ah well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do …
Soundtrack adopts a narrative style wherein the story is interspersed with comments by Bollywood personalities such as Kailash Kher, Anu Malik, Anurag Kashyap and others giving us their views on Raunak Kaul. Not only did the device become tedious beyond a point, it was also slightly irritating because of the effort to lend a false sense of authenticity to the story though we know that Raunak does not exist and therefore, none of these real people could be speaking the truth! There are also repeated references to Raunak’s animosity towards his late father … though we are never quite given to understand the reasons for his feelings. And I suspect that Soundtrack would have been far more hard-hitting than it ends up being if it had taken less time to arrive at the point where Raunak realises that he’s losing his hearing.
But despite all these flaws, Soundtrack is a sweet, small, moving, funny, interesting film. It’s hard to believe that director Neerav Ghosh is a debutant. I love the fact that he does not use graphics in psychedelic colours and shaky camerawork to signify Raunak’s hedonistic lifestyle in the first half of the film. In fact, cinematographer Anshuman Mahaley’s shot compositions are quite unusual – there’s a scene I found particularly interesting featuring Raunak and Charlie seated on bar stools one lazy afternoon. Charlie’s white dressing gown is open from the front, and he sits carelessly with his legs wide apart giving us a clear outline of his groin clothed in technicoloured briefs.
So I’d recommend Soundtrack to you for Rajeev Khandelwal’s excellent acting, his warm chemistry with Ms Khan, the things I learnt while watching Raunak discover ways of overcoming his deafness to become a top-notch musician once again, the beauty of watching him notice sounds all around him though he can no longer hear, its positivity and uplifting tone, and for this message that is one among many quotes from legendary musician Ludwig van Beethoven that appear on screen throughout the film: “The best way to not think of your own malady is to keep occupied.” I guess you know that Beethoven continued to compose music even after he turned deaf. If you didn’t, well now you do.
Rating (out of five): ***
CBFC Rating:                       A without cuts
Running time:                        142 Minutes
Language:                              Hindi

Photograph courtesy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soundtrack_(film)

Saturday, June 11, 2011

REVIEW 51: SHAITAN

Release date:
June 10, 2011
Director:
Bejoy Nambiar
Cast:
Kalki Koechlin, Neil Bhoopalam, Kirti Kulhari, Shiv Pandit, Gulshan Devaiya, Rajeev Khandelwal, Raj Kumar Yadav, Rajit Kapoor, Pavan Malhotra

Shaitan is what Paanch might have been if it had lacked soul but possessed more sheen. It must rank as one of the heartbreaks of contemporary Hindi cinema that Paanch, Anurag Kashyap’s debut film as director – a raw, sock-you-in-the-face, punch-you-in-the-stomach type of sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll saga – was never released as a combined result of Censor intolerance and the producer’s problems. Nearly a decade after he made that film, Kashyap is now himself an influential Bollywood producer presenting to us debutant director Bejoy Nambiar’s Shaitan.

To begin with, this story is enjoyable and quite intriguing. Shaitan stars Kalki Koechlin from Dev D as a troubled NRI kid who’s just landed in Mumbai because her father is working on a government project. It’s evident from the start that Amrita Jayshankar a.k.a. Amy is mentally not all there. She writes her mother’s name on every piece of paper she can get and imagines that Mom has been confined to a mental institution though she’s dead. Her father and stepmother seem to love her, but she’s not willing to give them a chance. Enter: rebellion and ‘friends’. Amy meets Dash, KC, Zubin and Tanya, and the five decadent youngsters while away their days in a haze of booze, sex, cigarettes, drugs and a speeding Hummer. Wildness is second nature and remains that way even when a joyride leads to tragic consequences, and their lives spiral out of control.

They’re a charismatic bunch, these five actors. Neil Bhoopalam (Zubin) who we’ve earlier seen in No One Killed Jessica and model-turned-actress Kirti Kulhari (Tanya) deserve particular mention for their natural ease before the camera, and Shiv Pandit (Dash) for his easy good looks. Besides, our introduction to the depravity of these fast-talking, highly intelligent youngsters comes through well-edited sequences (take a bow, Sreekar Prasad) filled with sharp-witted, cheeky dialogues that are highly entertaining. When they first meet, Zubin tells Amy to choose him as her boyfriend. “F*** the tiger, save the Parsi,” he says. But the joy of these positives rapidly gets diluted as style takes over substance especially in the second half of the film. I remember the precise point at which the over-stylisation of Shaitan began to irk me. It’s when a clever story is being told in flashback – the word “flashback” flashes on screen, then it’s rewound, then the words “flashback mein flashback” appear, then ... well, the thing about being clever is that you must not allow the effort to show. And sadly for Shaitan, it feels like it’s trying too hard.

To be fair to Bejoy Nambiar, he’s got his basics in place – the production is slick, some of the writing is commendable, the accident that proves to be a turning point in the film is superbly executed, and he’s remarkably sure-footed while interlinking two long, parallel sequences of mayhem unfolding beautifully over that lovely classic song Khoya khoya chand (I really loved this part very very much). And so I’m keen to see how Nambiar will evolve with a second film. But in Shaitan, gloss overshadows heart beyond a point, which makes it tough to empathise with the characters or invest in their pain. I found myself enjoying the violence unfolding on screen, but not really caring too much about the fate of that crazy five. In fact, I was far more involved with a satellite character: Rajeev Khandelwal’s irrationally violent cop who is deeply in love with his estranged wife and is investigating a high-profile case while struggling with his own failing marriage.

The film’s catchy background score gets jarringly and unnecessarily loud in several places, and the characterisation of many of the central players isn’t very consistent either. Okay, I get that the lead five are spoilt, bratty and irresponsible, but there’s nothing that tells us in the beginning that they are fools. So what explains the loophole-riddled plan they come up with to get out of a tight spot? The plan doesn’t go awry solely due to circumstances beyond their control. No, it goes awry because it’s downright stupid. Amy is the daughter of a well-connected man, but when her bizarre behaviour makes it to television news, she and her friends seem surprised beyond belief. Why? Why does her stepmother suddenly break down saying she can’t live without Amy, although it’s obvious that the two barely have a relationship? And why do Amy’s parents – who otherwise come across as decent, caring folk – not take her to a psychiatrist when it’s staring all of us in the face that she’s been completely unhinged for years?

Kalki Koechlin has an uncommon and arresting face that worked perfectly for her out-of-control Chanda in Dev D. She deadpans her way through Shaitan. It would be a pity if her third film also features her as a wacko character given to a spot of debauchery, and relies more on her interesting facial features than her acting skills. On the other hand there’s my pick of this cast, Rajeev Khandelwal, whose exceedingly likeable personality and under-stated performance reminded me of why he was such a superhit as Sujal on the TV soap Kahiin To Hoga. I wonder why Bollywood is not giving him a better deal.

Shaitan is about five youngsters who are done in by the devilish streak within. It’s also a fine example of a promising film that’s done in by its own seeming determination to be glib. I’m waiting for your second film, Mr Nambiar.

Rating (out of five): **3/4

CBFC Rating:                       A with one cut
Running time:                        128 Minutes
Language:                              Hindi with some English