Showing posts with label Shruti Haasan. Show all posts
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Friday, March 25, 2016

REVIEW 379: ROCKY HANDSOME


Release date:
March 25, 2016
Director:
Nishikant Kamat
Cast:



Language:
John Abraham, Nishikant Kamat, Sharad Kelkar, Nathalia Kaur, Diya Chalwad, Shruti Haasan, Nora Fatehi, Suhasini Muley
Hindi


If you call a film Rocky Handsome, you had better deliver what the title promises: action that would do Sly Stallone proud plus a handsome man.

Rocky Handsome does not fall short on those fronts.

They say 1 Helen is the amount of beauty required to launch a thousand ships. The reference, of course, is to the legendary looks of Helen of Troy from Greek mythologyshe who possessed “the face that launched a thousand ships”. What do the Greeks know of such things?

From this day forth, let it be said that the universal unit of beauty comes from India: 1 John is the quantum of gorgeousness it takes to send a woman into such a stupor that for 24 hours she cannot gather her thoughts coherently to write a review.

But seriously…

In a world that chooses to unrelentingly objectify women, usually in a degrading fashion, this film is a lesson in how different the treatment is when men are the ones being objectified. We are given shot after shot of John Abraham’s naked torso, the camera captures his bare chest, back and voluminous arms from various angles, yet at no point does it cheapen him or play a song in the background that is remotely the equivalent of Main tandoori murgi hoon yaar, gatkaale saiyyaan alcohol se” (I’m a piece of flesh, consume me with alcohol) that Bollywood has unabashedly slapped on to female stars and unknowns over the years.

This is not a struggler hoping to get a foot in the door by making his body his USP or an established actor fighting for survival. This is a successful star and male producer (John has produced Rocky Handsome) in a male-dominated industry, holding the reins and all the cards in his hands and choosing, from a position of power, exactly how he wishes to be portrayed by a film.

Viewers are given the full blast of John’s exquisite physique and his wonderfully weatherbeaten-yet-not-apparently-Botoxed countenance throughout Rocky Handsome. There is more to the film than his sexiness though.

The action sequences dominating the narrative are completely breathtaking. Be warned: they are extremely gory. If you are not faint hearted and have a streak of masochism in you, the choreography of the fights is something to behold. Most are executed by John’s character. To watch him slaughter his enemies is to witness the grace of a ballerina combined with the energy of a troupe of Kathak dancers slapping their bare feet incessantly on the floor of a stage. He slices and dices humans with his bare hands, fists, legs, arms, knives and firearms, sometimes in slow motion and sometimes at a speed that could rival Superman.

Rocky Handsome also features a couple of neat club songs that are foot-tapping fun even if they – like the entire soundtrack – are too loud in the film. The bonus is that two talented artistes dance to them on screen: Nathalia Kaur for Titliyan (composed by Sunny and Inder Bawra), and Nora Fatehi for Rock tha party (the old Bombay Rockers’ number resurrected).

With so many elements hitting the bull’s eye separately, the team appears to make no effort whatsoever to stitch them together into a cohesive, emotionally resonant whole. Great-looking cast: check. Action: check. Music: check. Soul: ah now, therein lies a problem.

Rocky Handsome is an official remake of the South Korean film The Man From Nowhere adapted for Hindi audiences by writer Ritesh Shah. The story here is set in Goa. It revolves around a reclusive pawn shop owner, Kabir Ahlawat (John), who becomes fond of his neighbour’s neglected child Naomi (Diya Chalwad). The kid’s mother Anna (Nathalia Kaur) is a junkie who sparks off mayhem by stealing drugs from a gangster. Kabir goes berserk when the only person in the world he seems to care about is abducted. The destruction he leaves in his wake attracts police attention, which is how his tragic past is revealed.

Director Nishikant Kamat helmed last year’s Hindi version of Drishyam starring Ajay Devgn and that celluloid gemstone, Mumbai Meri Jaan, about the July 2006 Mumbai train bombings. He debuted with the acclaimed Marathi film Dombivali Fast in 2005. Clearly he took a vacation from his cinematic vision for Rocky Handsome, which is high on style and visual gratification, but low on substance and passion.

Nishikant had earlier directed Force – a far better film – with John in 2011. Here he cannot see beyond his leading man’s physical appearance and penchant for fisticuffs. John too appears so confident about the appeal of those elements in the film that he does not even try to act. Except for one scene in which he weeps for a woman he loves, he wears the same two facial expressions from start to finish.

The child actor Diya is not bad in the cuteness department, but is burdened by the heavy-handed dialogues she is expected to deliver. The zero chemistry between John and the actresses playing the women in his life – Shruti Haasan in a cameo and Diya – is what keeps the film cold.

The director has cast himself as a drug mafia boss called Kevin with limited effect (he has done better before). In the role of his brother is an actor desperately trying to blend menace with eccentricity and falling flat in the attempt. For a reference point he should have checked out Prashant Narayanan’s brilliant turn as a serial killer in Mohit Suri’s Murder 2 (2011), yet another Hindi remake of a Korean film – that one was illegimately copied, but very well done.

If you plan to watch Rocky Handsome then, you have two options: you could feast your eyes on John and his feats, or make the mistake of seeking depth and feelings within that pageantry. Choose Option 1 and you are pretty much assured of paisa vasool.

I know, I know, that’s a terribly superficial thing to say. This critic is guilty as charged.

Rating (out of 5 stars): **1/2  

CBFC Rating (India):
A
Running time:
126 minutes

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Friday, September 4, 2015

REVIEW 345: WELCOME BACK

Release date:
September 4, 2015
Director:
Anees Bazmee
Cast:




Language:
Anil Kapoor, Nana Patekar, Shruti Haasan, Paresh Rawal, Dimple Kapadia, Ankita Shrivastava, John Abraham, Naseeruddin Shah, Shiney Ahuja
Hindi


There is just one way to make an entertaining slapstick comedy: with these two ingredients: unabashedness in your commitment to mindlessness and actors with great timing.

Welcome Back – directed and co-written by Anees Bazmee – is silly and it knows it. And it ain’t apologising for it. It also stars some great comedians.

Thank goodness on both fronts, because the film is a hoot.

Welcome Back is a sequel to 2007’s Welcome by the same director. Truth be told, it’s a shameless reworking of the exact same template that succeeded eight years back. It could have ended up feeling like a desperate cliché but is not, because the recycling bears a self-mocking tone, the dialogues are hilarious, the leads – Anil Kapoor and Nana Patekar – are in full form and the cast has been intelligently used (except for Dimple Kapadia who is wasted).

Welcome was about gangsters Uday Shetty (Nana) and Majnu (Anil) who are close friends. Both are anxious to get hitched but insist on getting Uday’s younger sister Sanjana (Katrina Kaif) married first. They fix her up with Rajiv (Akshay Kumar), the nephew of Dr Ghungroo (Paresh Rawal). Sanjana and Rajiv fall in love, unaware of their families’ plans. Also in the picture: a super-glam young woman called Ishika pretending to be in love with both Uday and Majnu, who in turn are genuinely smitten by her. Enter: the dangerous don RDX and his son Lucky.

Cut to 2015. A now reformed Uday Bhai and Majnu Bhai are trying to be respectable hoteliers in Dubai. They are still desperate to get married. Sanjana is gone but this time their marriage plans are thwarted by the discovery of another sister called Ranjana (Shruti Haasan). Unknown to them, Ranjana falls in love with Ajay/Ajju Bhai (John Abraham) who is the man they intended for her in the first place. Also in the picture: a super-glam young woman (Ankita Shrivastava) who Uday and Majnu both fall in love with; she in turn pretends to be in love with both of them. Enter: the dangerous don Wanted Bhai (Naseeruddin Shah) and his son Honey (Shiney Ahuja).

As I said, it’s the EXACT SAME TEMPLATE!!!

And though that is what makes it unmemorable, it is great fun while it lasts!

The reason, I guess, is that Anees Bazmee is wise enough to know exactly why the first film was a hit – Welcome was promoted as an Akshay film with Katrina as his romantic interest but it was, in truth, an Anil-Nana enterprise and they were to-die-for in the film. We knew already that Anil is excellent with comedy, but this was a side of Nana that Hindi audiences had not seen. Akshay and Kat were given the least to do while the spotlight remained fixed firmly on the veterans.

That’s what we get in Welcome Back too: Anil-Nana as the focal point, not John (contrary to what the poster suggests) or Shruti. It’s only fair to say though that John is evolving in comedy – in Welcome Back and 2011’s Desi Boyz, he is miles ahead of his performance in 2005’s Garam MasalaIt is also important to point out that in the universe of this franchise where women are lesser beings, newcomer Ankita was probably cast primarily for how good she looks in a bikini but she reveals a comedic gene in the limited space she gets.

Admittedly a couple of the songs in the film are unnecessary, and all the songs have ordinary tunes. Some compensation for the ordinariness comes in the form of those nuttily garish costumes and Nana’s lack of inhibitions about his really bad dancing. The special effects in the over-stretched climax are sub-par, but by then Welcome Back had cracked me up so relentlessly, that I did not care. The thing that killed me throughout the film though was Anil’s body.

Hehe, it’s not what you are thinking (though he does have an enviable waistline). What I mean is that some actors cannot even sustain an accent through the duration of a film; Anil, on the other hand, does not let up even for a second on his ridiculously sloping shoulders and gait.

The nicest thing about Welcome Back is that it is, for the most part, inoffensive. Lazy humour writers take potshots at groups in a socially weak position. Sexist jokes about women, gay jokes, jokes about persons with disabilities and (in India) jokes about dark skin are so easy to do. We all have our own Lakshman rekhas – I’m not looking for Yes Minister-level quality in a slapstick comedy, but even within the slapstick arena, for me the line is drawn at rape jokes (which I find repugnant) and the nauseatingly caricatured homosexual man of numerous Hindi films. Welcome Back features neither of the above. It does needlessly resort to one wisecrack about dark skin, but that gag is so fleeting and the rest are so innocuous, that the film marks a refreshing change from the misogynistic and homophobic clichés Bollywood comedy often delivers.

Welcome Back is a brazen ode to stupidity and though it’s forgettable, I had a good time while I watched it. I’m not sure what I liked most: the ludicrous dialogues, Nana’s terrible dancing, Paresh stealing scenes in a brief role (sadly, Naseer is just so-so) or Rajpal Yadav spoofing PK. This I can say for sure: watching Anil Kapoor in full flow is worth the price of booking an entire theatre, especially for that crazy scene in which his Majnu Bhai plays antakshari in a cemetery.

If you must do slapstick, then THIS is how it’s done.

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

CBFC Rating (India):

U/A
Running time:
154 minutes