Showing posts with label Sachiin J. Joshi. Show all posts
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Friday, May 27, 2016

REVIEW 394: VEERAPPAN

Release date:
May 27, 2016
Director:
Ram Gopal Varma
Cast:

Language:
Sandeep Bharadwaj, Sachiin J. Joshi, Usha Jadhav, Lisa Ray
Hindi


Ram Gopal Varma’s new Hindi film Veerappan would have been better served by the title Killing Veerappan that he gave to his Kannada film on the late forest bandit that was released earlier this year. The name might suggest otherwise but Veerappan is not a biopic of the notorious sandalwood and ivory smuggler who eluded the police of two states for over two decades. It is, instead, a documentary-style portrait of Veerappan as seen through the eyes of the Special Task Force set up to capture him, while they work towards achieving their goal.

One of the most notorious criminals in recent Indian history, Veerappan’s life no doubt is rich fodder for a filmmaker. And R.D. Tailang’s script has all the ingredients that could make for a great film. That it is not is a result of three factors: the overly loud background music that overpowers everything else in the film, the casting of Sachiin Joshi as the policeman who led the operation to nab Veerappan and Lisa Ray playing the wife of a slain policeman.

The decision to keep the score at a screeching level is inexplicable since the story itself does not scream. Besides, Sandeep Bharadwaj playing Veerappan does a very convincing job and does not for a moment raise the decibel levels of the film, although it might have been tempting to caricature a criminal who was famous for his massive handlebar moustache. Bharadwaj does his version of a Kannada/Tamil accent in Veerappan’s Hindi, but he does not let that overshadow the rest of his performance, as a lesser actor might have. His styling as Veerappan too is very very impressive.

The music might still have been forgivable, but Joshi’s expressionlessness and Ray’s excessive expressions are too much to take. Joshi of course is the film’s producer (his wife Raina’s name appears in the credits though), so RGV most probably did not have a choice with him. But what accounts for the casting of Ray? Her limitations are further underlined by the fact that in many scenes she is placed opposite the very natural Usha Jadhav playing Veerappan’s wife Muthulakshmi.

The film’s deficiencies are most unfortunate because in its pluses we get a glimpse of the old Ramu that we all once knew and loved, the man who gave us pathbreaking gangster and crime flicks such as Shiva, Satya and Company. For instance in Veerappan, it is interesting to see the subtle ways in which RGV plants seeds of doubt in viewers’ minds about the ‘truth’ as it is recounted by the police. The God complex of the lead policemen too is unbridled and not softened up for the viewers’ palate or in the interests of political correctness. The action is well-handled, completely not Singham-style, formulaic, over-the-top Bollywood but realistic and believable as it might have happened in real life (barring a hilarious overhead shot of Joshi on elevated ground scanning the surrounding area for Veerappan – the man is such a bad actor that he cannot even stand correctly).

That being said, the difficult terrain in which Veerappan operated is remarkably captured by Aniket Khandagale’s camera in a way that is intended to overwhelm us, to remind us of how challenging it would have been for the police.

In certain aspects of storytelling then, this is a film that cannot be ignored. It is however hard to get past the poor acting by Joshi and Ray and that overly loud background score. I kept imagining this film in my head with the same director, but with music at a lower volume, starring Adil Hussain or Kay Kay Menon and Tabu in the roles played by Joshi and Ray. What excellent co-stars they could have made to the very talented Sandeep Bharadwaj. Too late for that of course.

Rating (out of five): **1/4

CBFC Rating (India):
A
Running time:
125 minutes 27 seconds

This review has also been published on Firstpost:


Related link: Anna M.M. Vetticad’s interview with Ram Gopal Varma on Firstpost:


Friday, October 14, 2011

REVIEW 83: AZAAN

Release date:
October 14, 2011
Director:
Prashant Chadha
Cast:
Sachiin J. Joshi, Candice Boucher, Aarya Babbar, Dalip Tahil, Alyy Khan, Ravi Kissen, Vijayendra Ghatge, Sarita Choudhury


Azaan is the film I was really looking forward to this week. The trailers have been showing us some world-class action; and the theme is both international and relevant to our times.
But Azaan reminds me of a lesson I learnt years back – that the human body is an apt metaphor for films; even the most beautiful physique is nothing but a well-sculpted mass of flesh if the heart does not beat and the blood does not flow. And I’m afraid the heart just does not beat in this film.
This is the story of two little boys Azaan and Aman who choose different paths when they lose their loved ones to political violence. One grows up to become a terrorist, the other a secret agent trying to bust terror networks. India is the target of a vicious scheme of biological warfare being hatched by a foreign power, and Agent Azaan Khan seems to be the only one who can stop it.
The locations are real (the film’s official website tells me it was shot in eight countries – Germany, Morocco, France, India, Poland, Thailand, China, South Africa). And thankfully, for a change we have competent international actors playing foreigners here, unlike the embarrassingly bad extras we’re more used to seeing in Hindi films. In fact Azaan has most elements in its package in place: top-notch (and I suspect deliberately sparse) cinematography by Axel Fischer, production design by Priten R. Patil that transports us to the various countries Azaan visits not just with street shots but through every room and cave that you see him in, a grey-black colour scheme that I assume signifies the barrenness of Azaan’s emotional life, a sepia-toned flashback to Azaan’s memories of his childhood in a golden desert, a telling background score, at least two nice songs and some classy action.
Now if only as much time, money and energy had been spent on the screenplay and dialogues. And if only hero Sachiin J. Joshi, who plays Azaan, could act. The moment Joshi opens his mouth, you realise that his histrionics are restricted to that perfectly worked out torso. His expressionless face combined with ineffective dialogue writing ring this film’s death knell. Why, for instance, does he translate his Hindi lines into English when he first meets the beautiful Moroccan sand artist Afreen (Candice Boucher). “Yeh kahaani meri hai,” he says after a rather nicely done scene in which he watches her tell a tale of two brothers through the medium of her sandwork; he immediately follows that up with, “That story is mine,” and then adds, “Yeh kaise khatam hogi? How will it end?” No no, for the nth time, we Indians don’t talk like that!!!
This is particularly unfortunate because the film gets a couple of other things right on the dialogue front: many of the foreigners are shown speaking naturally in their own mother tongues, while subtitles in both English and Hindi appear on screen.
Of the rest of the cast, Alyy Khan as an Indian Intelligence official is suitably suave and intimidating, and Boucher is pretty but shares zero chemistry with Joshi. She has a lovely body, no doubt, but I wonder why the director chose to show her lying alone on a beach and gyrating about in the sand to signify that moment when she has sex with Azaan. Might have made more sense to show them getting some plain old-fashioned action between the sheets, don’t you think?
Perhaps that scene typifies what is wrong with Azaan – the production values are slick, everything and everyone looks pretty and/or neat and well-shot and well-made-up and stylised, it’s evident that big money has been invested in the packaging, but it lacks heart and soul and a spark.
In Steven Soderbergh’s recent film Contagion, when US scientists finally find a cure for a mysterious viral infection that is killing millions across the world, I found myself actually heaving a sigh of relief because the director managed to draw us so effectively into the painful and time-consuming battle that was being fought by the film’s various characters. But when India manages to find a cure for the virulent epidemic that strikes in Azaan, I felt nothing.
Rating (out of five): **
CBFC Rating:                       U/A without visual cuts (the Censor Board asked for the word “China” to be muted)
Running time:                        140 Minutes
Language:                              Hindi and various other languages

Photograph courtesy: http://www.aazaan.com/