Showing posts with label Sikandar Kher. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 27, 2016

REVIEW 374: TERE BIN LADEN – DEAD OR ALIVE

Release date:
February 26, 2016
Director:
Abhishek Sharma
Cast:



Language:
Manish Paul, Pradhuman Singh, Sikandar Kher, Piyush Mishra, Mia Uyeda, Sugandha Garg, Rahul Singh, Iman Crosson
Hindi


Every once in a while a film comes along that is truly ordinary yet worth watching anyway because of one actor alone or only the cinematography or just the amazing costumes or some such. That unfortunate and rare distinction goes this week to Abhishek Sharma’s Tere Bin Laden – Dead or Alive.

This spin-off from 2010’s sleeper hit Tere Bin Laden – which made Pakistani singer Ali Zafar an acting star in Bollywood – features Manish Paul as Sharma, a struggling director who makes a film with an Osama bin Laden lookalike called Paddi Singh (Pradhuman Singh). A series of twists and turns follow, including the killing of the real Osama in Abbottabad by American Navy Seals. US President Barack Obama is in trouble when his country’s media demands proof that OBL is actually dead. Meanwhile, in another corner of the world, terrorists are mourning the loss of their leader and the consequent loss of business.

Obama’s aide, pretending to be an Indian American Hollywood producer called David Chaddha, pursues Sharma and Paddi to make a feature film on OBL. In truth what he wants is to shoot the actor being killed during a re-creation of the Abbottabad mission, so that the fake video and photographs can be presented to US journalists.

Team Sharma-Paddi become hot property when they find themselves abducted by terrorists who want to shoot a fake video message from Osama’s doppelganger, this one to embarrass the US and convince the world that the man is very much alive.

This is the kind of storyline that could have bred a fabulously hilarious two hours of non-stop nonsense. Don’t know about you, but some of us sometimes need to let our hair down and laugh at nothingness. Except that in this instance, something goes wrong in the journey from concept to film, and try as Team Tere Bin Laden might, they barely manage to be amusing. Except…

Except when Obama and Chaddha are in the picture. More on that later.

It is not that the rest are not trying. Some of them ham till kingdom come, others act. Manish makes do with widening his eyes to Sridevi-like proportions. Pradhuman looks alarmingly like OBL and provides the occasional laugh with his take on a folk singer pretending to be an actor playing the world’s most dread terrorist. Everyone else throws themselves into their characters with a gusto for which they must definitely be lauded. All the energy and enthusiasm in the world is not sufficient compensation though for the absence of that X factor, that magical ingredient that transforms stupidity into comedy, that unnameable element that is born when the right writing meets the right direction. Except…

Except of course in the scenes involving Obama and Chaddha, when everything inexplicably seems to fall into place. Such are the mysterious ways of cinema.

It almost feels like a spoiler to tell you who plays Chaddha if you do not already know from the promotions, because he is so believable as a deliberately over-the-top white man disguised as an equally deliberately over-the-top Indian that the actor himself becomes invisible in the role. In fact, he is so good as a pretend gora that he makes up for all those terrible white extras Bollywood has thrust upon us in film after film for years.

(Spoiler ahead) Sikandar Kher is not merely good, he is brrrrrilliant as a devious blonde white American who dons body padding, a wig and a device that switches his accent from Yankee twang to guttural Punjabi baritone at the turn of a knob. For those who don’t know, Sikandar (who has dropped his surname for this film) is Kirron Kher’s son from her first marriage. He made his debut in 2008 as the lead in two films, the critically slammed Woodstock Villa and a highly under-rated, poorly publicised, well-made Hindi film called Summer 2007 directed by Suhail Tatari. Both sank without a trace and in the intervening years he has appeared in marginal roles in so few films that it is safe to say he disappeared into oblivion. It is a wonder why, because his talent and engaging screen presence were evident from Day 1.

As a US government official, Sikandar is more white and more American than most white people have ever been, and as Chaddha he shows us how it is possible to laugh with a community instead of laughing at them. A lesser actor might have been so weighed down by the accents and make-up as to not bother to add anything more to his performance. Sikandar is not that lesser actor. His comic timing, his body language and his investment in this madcap role are all 100 per cent on target.

While the rest of the cast around him struggles with the limited material at hand, he gets able backing from African American actor Iman Crosson whose crackling imitation of Obama could bring the White House down. It is not that Iman looks like the US President – all he has going for him on that front are that he too is black and tall – but his mimicry is so spot-on that you completely forget how he is actually a much broader man than the real POTUS.  

Together, they – and the film’s mockery, through them, of the extent to which the US will go to maintain its global supremacy – save the day for this otherwise disappointing film.

It is only fair to point out that Tere Bin Laden 2 is not crude or distasteful in the manner of low-brow comedies we have seen emerging from Bollywood in the past. It is just proof – since so many people seem to need proof – that comedy is one of the hardest things to achieve in the arts.

If you must watch this film, watch it for Sikandar and Iman. If Sikandar’s poor visibility in Bollywood is due to a lack of trying, then it is his choice, but if it is due to a lack of roles, then the loss is totally ours. As for Iman…how I wish more Bollywood writers would write scripts that require the casting of an African American actor. He and Sikandar are a hoot and the only reason why Tere Bin Laden – Dead or Alive is not a complete write-off.  

Rating (out of five stars): **

CBFC Rating (India):

UA
Running time:
110 minutes



Sunday, January 8, 2012

REVIEW 122: PLAYERS

Release date:
January 6, 2012
Director:
Abbas Mustan
Cast:
Abhishek Bachchan, Neil Nitin Mukesh, Bipasha Basu, Sonam Kapoor, Vinod Khanna, Omi Vaidya, Sikandar Kher, Bobby Deol


So as it turns out I had fun watching Players. Yeah, I wish it hadn’t lazily glossed over the intricacies of the plots hatched by Charlie Mascarenhas (Abhishek Bachchan) and his troopers. I wish the directors had dumped Pritam’s tuneless songs. I wish some of the acting and dialogues had been better. But the truth is that despite all this, the pace of Players is such that I enjoyed it.
The film, as you know, is the official Hindi remake of the 2003 Mark Wahlberg-starrer The Italian Job which was inspired by the 1969 British classic of the same name starring Michael Caine. It’s the sort of clever heist flick that would appeal to the team who identify themselves rather quaintly as “director duo Abbas Mustan” in their credits. Having entertained us over the years with films such as Baazigar and Race, the “director duo” have begun our New Year with a film that is riddled with loopholes but I still say is basic paisa vasool.
Story: Charlie wants to rob a heavily guarded train carrying gold bars from Russia to Romania. To gather a team of the world’s best crooks for the job, he needs the help of his mentor Victor-dada (Vinod Khanna). The old man has promised his daughter (Sonam Kapoor) that he will not steal again, but the gold could fund an orphanage he dreams of opening, so he agrees. Enter: con artist Riya (Bipasha Basu), illusionist Ronny (Bobby Deol), explosives expert Bilal (Sikandar Kher), wannabe actor Sunny (Omi Vaidya) and computer wiz Spider (Neil Nitin Mukesh). Not a word will I say beyond this about the story, because any word would be a spoiler.
Though the basic storyline of Players comes from the Hollywood film, Abbas Mustan add enough desi ingredients (lowwe, emoshan etc) to make it their own. This is not the sort of film that particularly challenges any actor’s skills, but within the constraints of  the genre and the not-so-sparkling screenplay, I enjoyed watching Bipasha the most, followed by Neil who swings from boyish innocence to villainy to eccentricity in an amusing fashion. Abhishek is best suited to films where he is a suave city boy, but no other director handling him in such a role has got him to ease up in the way KJo did in Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna. Having said that, the scenes in Players in which Charlie does voice impressions and wears Sunny’s lovingly fashioned mask are handled well both by the actor and directors – far better, in fact, than one such scene in Don 2!
Messrs Deol & Kher stare intensely at us throughout. I expected better of Kher considering the spark he showed even in that lost cause of a film with which he made his debut, Woodstock Villa. And while it’s appalling to see a young actor becoming a cliché with just a handful of films post-debut, in Players Omi Vaidya gets the best lines which he delivers with timing that actually overshadows the otherwise grating repetitiveness of his performance. “Sona kaha hai?” asks a villain desperate to retrieve his gold. “Yahaan bahut jagah hai, jaha bhi sona hai so jaao (or words to that effect),” replies Sunny, in the middle of one of the film’s most intense scenes.
The locations in Players are lovely, and the overall look of the film is slick. But finesse comes from bothering with details … such as the actors playing tiny roles. Vyacheslav Razbegaev makes a thoroughly enjoyable brief appearance as a Russian general with a fondness for sex and Raj Kapoor! But those Indian policemen guarding Victor-dada were a bad joke!
With all these reservations, I still won’t write off Players. Because Abbas Mustan and their screenplay writers Rohit Jugraj and Sudip Sharma give it so many unexpected twists and turns at such an unrelenting speed, that you don’t get much time to think about the gaping holes while the film is on. Q: How did Victordada manipulate matters while in jail to get to a fake hospital with fake staff? Q: Where did the Russians think their general was during the train robbery? Only those of you who have watched the film will understand my questions … my apologies to those who have not. Aur jaise haar kar jeetne waale ko baazigar kehte hai, usi tarah film enjoy karke phir bhi sochne waale ko critic kehte hai! So don’t think too much and you’ll probably enjoy Players in all its loophole-filled glory!
Rating (out of five): **3/4
PS: (1) Love the cars! Dear God, I don’t want gold, I just want enough cash to buy a Morris Cooper. (2) Why does Sonam get higher billing in the credits than Bipasha, though Bips is senior and has a more substantial role? (3) Yes boys, Bipasha does have a standard bikini scene in the film. Yes girls, the scene will make you insecure about your body! (4) For a change I was not put off by Johnny Lever. The episodes involving his firangi wife and servant are borderline racist, but also – I confess – hilarious.

CBFC Rating:                       U/A
Running time:                        160 minutes
Language:                              Hindi