Sunday, June 9, 2013

REVIEW 195: NOW YOU SEE ME

Release date:
June 7, 2013
Director:
Louis Leterrier
Cast:



Language:

Mark Ruffalo, Jesse Eisenberg, Woody Harrelson, Morgan Freeman, Melanie Laurent, Isla Fisher, Dave Franco, Michael Caine
English

Sometimes not getting a movie ticket ends up being good luck. I’d gone to my neighbourhood multiplex this weekend with the intention of watching Manoj Night Shyamalan’s After Earth. Since tickets weren’t available for the film, and since no self-respecting film buff would return from a theatre without watching anything, I opted for Now You See Me.

This is the story of four solo magicians/illusionists who are brought together by a mysterious fifth person to form a touring quartet, grandly – and it turns out, quite appropriately – called The Four Horsemen. They’re a formidable bunch: sleight-of-hand expert Daniel Atlas (Jesse Eisenberg from The Social Network), escape artist Henley Reeves (the glamorous Isla Fisher who we recently saw in The Great Gatsby), mentalist and conman Merritt McKinney (Woody Harrelson) and safe-breaker/pickpocket/lock-picker Jack Wilder (Dave Franco, who can best be introduced to Indian viewers as actor James Franco's brother). As a team when they hynotise an audience member during a live performance in Las Vegas and apparently teleport him to Paris to rob a bank even while the show is on, they get the attention of the FBI and Interpol. The sleuths can’t prove that the theft took place through any means other than magic, and of course they can’t admit to a belief in magic. Thus begins a hot pursuit to catch the foursome in the act of stealing before, during or after their subsequent shows. Running parallel to the joint investigation by FBI agent Dylan Rhodes (Mark Ruffalo) and Interpol agent Alma Dray (Mélanie Laurent) is another by Thaddeus Bradley (Morgan Freeman), a former man of magic who now earns a living by cracking practising magicians’ tricks and revealing them to the public.

There’s not much by way of story in Now You See Me, yet there’s a ton of fun to be had in the chase. Make sure you're there from the very first scene involving a card trick carefully orchestrated to ensure that the audience in the hall picks the same number as the audience on screen. What follows is equally intriguing. How are the Horsemen doing what they’re doing? Are they acting on their own? Considering that the fruits of their illusions/thefts seem to be divvied up among their viewers, what’s in it for the four? Eisenberg, Fisher, Harrelson and Franco have the challenge of getting us to care though we are told next to nothing about them... and they live up to that challenge. In the brief time we get with them off stage, the actors’ natural charm and attractiveness are in evidence, well complemented by a sense of humour and some good chemistry between them. In a film where the star is the plot, veteran Freeman and young Laurent (the lovely French actress who played Shosanna in Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds) bring credibility to material that had the potential to be silly. The pick of the cast though is Mark Ruffalo who is supremely convincing as the scruffy, grouchy lead investigator on the case. Michael Caine - who plays insurance tycoon Arthur Tressler, sponsor of The Four Horsemen - is the only one of the lot who seems shortchanged by the screenplay.

The conception and execution of the shows by The Four Horsemen are among the film’s many selling points. Everything’s all glitzy and spectacular here, always audacious, sometimes even funny. Heightening the sense of drama is the fact that much of the action is indoors and in a muted palette of colours. When the camera does travel to the outside world, it feels like a burst of freedom, yet the shades remain understated as if the film is loathe to give us a complete escape from the mysteries it holds. Add to the production design several chases and magic tricks designed to keep us on edge, and what you get is a compact two hours filled with thrills.

Where the film slips up is when it makes what seems like a semi-cooked attempt to pre-empt criticism by those who might think it lacks depth. Towards this end, we are served up some superficial talk about the secret world of magicians and something that I didn’t even bother to understand called “The Eye”. It’s at this point that it seems like director Louis Leterrier (Transporter, Transporter 2, The Incredible Hulk) and screenplay writers Ed Solomon, Boaz Yakin and Edward Ricourt were confused about whether to make a profound film or remain doggedly flimsy. The result is a half-hearted effort towards profundity. Mercifully, it’s extremely brief. Leterrier is also awkward in the handling of one of the romances in the film. Yes, there are two: one is barely brewing and we’re left guessing whether it will ever happen (which is nice and in keeping with the tone of the rest of the film); while the other is predictable and a tad tacky.

Now You See Me is unusual in the sense that except for the aforementioned portions, it’s a defiant hurrah to slim storylines without being foolish. While the film is on, the unrelenting energy and pace, the slick editing and the thumping background score make it impossible to give much thought to its flaws or the questions that remain unanswered (to me). Were they loopholes or was I inattentive? A couple of queries, I confess, occurred to me only after I began writing this review, which goes to show just how engrossing the film was. You see, while Now You See Me is unspooling on screen, there’s not a moment to think, blink or breathe.

Rating (out of five): ***

CBFC Rating (India):
U/A
Running time:
MPAA Rating (US):
122 minutes (as per pvrcinemas.com)
PG-13 (for language, some action and sexual content)
Release date in the US:
May 31, 2013


Saturday, June 8, 2013

REVIEW 194: YAMLA PAGLA DEEWANA 2


Release date:
June 7, 2013
Director:
Sangeeth Sivan
Cast:



Language:

Dharmendra, Sunny Deol, Bobby Deol, Annu Kapoor, Neha Sharma, Kristina Akheeva, Anupam Kher, Johnny Lever, Sucheta Khanna
Hindi


Yamla Pagla Deewana Part 1 was fun. Yeah yeah, it was nutty and over the top, but heck, I like nutty-and-over-the-top when it’s well done. Besides, Dharmendra and his sons – who starred in the first instalment of the franchise too – share a wonderfully warm on-screen chemistry, they play off each other well, Dharam Paaji’s comic timing remains impeccable all these years later, the supporting performances were gems, the songs were music to the ears and despite a slow start, YPD1 ended up being hilarious as hell. Boring as hell are the words that come to mind after watching Yamla Pagla Deewana 2 though.

YPD1 was directed by Samir Karnik who brought a certain freshness to the story of a no-good father (Dharam Singh played by Dharmendra) whose two sons are at extreme ends of the spectrum of virtue: Gajodhar (Bobby Deol), a confidence trickster in Benaras like his dad, and Paramveer (Sunny Deol), a respectable professional in Canada. YPD2 director Sangeeth Sivan takes the exact same premise, places the characters in formulaic situations in London, gives them barely anything amusing to do, and tries desperately to cash in on some of the gimmicks that worked well in Part 1 (such as Sunny sending people flying in all directions with a single scream and the self-deprecating quips about Deol trademarks including the famed left feet). He then throws in some dull songs, chucks in Salman Khan references ad nauseam (amusing the first couple of times but subsequently yawn-worthy), supplements that with a bunch of self-referential Deol jokes (including one in which Gajodhar uses the names of all Bobby’s films in a couple of sentences … yawn!), and stretches the boredom to almost three hours.

To make matters worse, Johnny Lever as the villain’s comic sidekick contorts his face as he’s done in a million films already and serves up (hold your breath for originality!) an SRK imitation… yawn yawn yawn! The director fails to give us even one well-shot, innovative action scene featuring Sunny whose USP all these years has been his ability to throw punches. Sucheta Khanna, who was lovely as a Canada-obsessed Punjabi kudi in YPD1, is tiresome as the sidekick’s sidekick here. And Mukul Dev, who was a revelation in YPD, makes an inexplicable appearance of a few seconds in this one. The low point of unfunniness in YPD2 though involves two orangutans making love as Sheela ki jawaani plays in the background.

Women, as you know, are dispensable in the eyes of Bollywood’s sequel makers. And so, Dharam’s and Param’s wives and Gajodhar’s girlfriend from YPD1 are relegated to the dustbin in YPD2, giving the sons an opportunity to fall in love with new girls played by actresses young enough to be their daughters. All this I guess is based on Bollywood’s much-touted assumption that audiences love established heroes but want to see “fresh faces” playing heroines, the way consumers demand fresh fruits and vegetables in the market.

The first half hour of Yamla Pagla Deewana 2 is bearable – it’s hard not to be charmed when Dharmendra smiles down at you from the screen, or when he pretends to be billionaire businessman Dharam Oberoi who insists on “Oberoi pranaam” instead of Namaste as a greeting. Hmm, this wouldn’t by any chance be a Deol pranaam to Subroto Roy Sahara’s infamous “Sahara pranaam”, now would it? But it’s mostly downhill from there. Annu Kapoor – who plays a London-based businessman being conned by Dharam and Gajodhar – does manage to rise above the mayhem each time he switches to a heavily British English accent. The half a dozen Sumo wrestlers who materialise for a fight had the potential to be funny, but by the time they arrive it’s too late to lift the film. There’s one original gag – yes, precisely one – that could and should have been the fulcrum of this story. It involves an orange ape called Einstein, a painting and a brilliant jibe at the pretentiousness of ‘serious’ art buffs. But Sangeeth Sivan and the writing team of Yamla Pagla Deewana 2 fail to take that forward, instead churning out all the elements that were mandatory in 1970s and ’80s masala fare: heroes, heroines whose primary job is to look pretty, comedians and a villain.

The story for what it’s worth… Actually it’s not worth much so let’s forget it. The lines delivered by the lead villain – played by Anupam Kher – epitomise the juvenility and tiredness of the film’s humour. “Both of you three keep quiet,” he yells at his flunkies, borrowing an over-used joke from generations of Indian schoolkids. When told by the aforesaid flunkies that his business plans will make him amar, he says, “Amar hi nahin, main Akbar aur Antony bhi ho jaaoonga.” He then forces everyone to laugh at the joke, saying, “C’moooon, it’s a joke. Clap clap.” The words should have been flashed on screen through the rest of the film as a reminder that this was meant to be a comedy. Could someone please write a genuinely funny script for Dharmendra? He deserves better than this.

Rating (out of five): *1/2

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

Saturday, June 1, 2013

REVIEW 193: YEH JAWAANI HAI DEEWANI


Release date:
May 31, 2013
Director:
Ayan Mukerji
Cast:






Language:

Deepika Padukone, Ranbir Kapoor, Kalki Koechlin, Aditya Roy Kapur, Evelyn Sharma, Farooq Shaikh, Kunaal Roy Kapur, Tanve Azmi, Dolly Ahluwalia, Poorna Jagannathan, Guest star: Rana Daggubati
Hindi


If you go by writer-director Ayan Mukerji’s two-film-old filmography, he has two pre-occupations: the parents-son relationship and the confusions of youth. Despite the commonalities between his first film Wake Up Sid and Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani, despite occasional reminders too of bits and pieces of other recent romances, he manages to usher in enough of a difference in YJHD to keep it entertaining and moving. The difference however is not enough to give it an entirely fresh feel or elevate it from “enjoyable” to “excellent”. 

YJHD takes us through an eight-year journey in the friendship between Kabir a.k.a. Bunny (Ranbir Kapoor), Naina (Deepika Padukone), Aditi (Kalki Koechlin) and Avi (Aditya Roy Kapur), beginning with a trekking trip they take in Manali as college students. Wake Up Sid’s hero was a layabout who was yet to find his goals at the start of the film, but Bunny is pretty clear about what he wants from life though why he wants what he wants is unclear: as he tells Naina, “main udna chahta hoon, daudna chahta hoon, girna chahta hoon, par rukna nahin chahta.” As in Sid, this heroine too has absolute clarity of thought about her professional goals and personal feelings, and the hero has a troubled relationship with his parents.

Wake Up Sid had a completely original voice and a stronger screenplay though. For instance, we understood why Sid didn’t get along with his parents. In YJHD, it’s understandable that Bunny doesn’t want to spend time with the father he loves (how many youngsters have lived to regret their youthful impatience towards a dear parent!) but his extreme antagonism towards his fond stepmother is inexplicable. YJHD is also confused in its attitude to women. Bunny has a lovely, uncommonly easy relationship with Aditi but his behaviour towards the empty-headed hottie in the trekking troupe - leering at her, mocking her silliness and feeling her up - is decidedly disturbing… It’s not my contention that lecherous men or vapid women don’t exist, but that the film laughs off Bunny’s discomfiting antics in the manner that Bollywood would pass off stalking as courtship until the 1990s. When he’s alone with Naina, I can see why she’d fall for him; when she witnesses his behaviour on that trekking trip though, it’s harder to understand her feelings.

Mukerji also seems to want to drive home the point that sexual harassment lies in the imagination of most women. No doubt there are occasions when women misunderstand male behaviour, but if there are two such instances in a single film it’s hard not to wonder why. And why, after showing such a healthy respect for women in Sid, does Mukerji allow Bunny to get away with slotting women in a stereotypical fashion with statements like, “Tumhaari jaisi ladki ke saath flirt toh nahin kar sakte toh unn jaison se kaam chalaana padta hai,” and, “Tum jaisi ladkiyaan flirting ke liye nahin, ishq ke liye banayee gayee hai.” Of course we’ve met such men in real life, inconsistent in their attitudes towards women they respect and those they don’t. Problem is, in the absence of a countering voice from any other character, YJHD appears to condone the stereotyping.

The film’s primary strength lies in the breezy humour and poignance that Mukerji injects into his dialogue writing at regular intervals and the excellent Ranbir-Deepika and Ranbir-Farooq chemistry. Pritam’s music is a mixed bag: Balam pichkari and Badtameez dil are wonderful tunes complemented by imaginative choreography and stars who seem to invest their heart and soul into their dances; a couple of the songs are dullards doing nothing but adding to the film’s length; and Ghagra featuring the luminous Madhuri Dixit is foot-tapping though it’s disappointing to see the not-extraordinary dance moves given to one of the most extraordinary dancers in the history of Indian cinema. But you’ve got to love the attitude she throws at Bunny when she says: “Tujhe mardon aur ladkon mein fark kaun samjhayega (Who’s to explain to you the difference between men and boys)?”

Trivia buffs may enjoy the glimpse of the word “awara” in the Devnagri script tattooed on Bunny’s wrist post interval, in a bow to Ranbir’s legendary grandfather. Add to the assets side of the balance sheet an overall prettiness to this film peopled with good-looking stars in good-looking outfits shot beautifully at good-looking locations. YJHD’s young leads bring a natural ease to their performances though Deepika is the scene stealer of the lot. She also happens to have a fantabulicious figure – slim yet not skinny, so tiny waisted yet so curvaceous – that’s driven me insane with jealousy. Playing Bunny’s parents, Farooq Shaikh and Tanve Azmi prove that brilliant actors can make an impact even with just a few scenes. Ranbir’s interactions with both of them in the second half of the film reduced me to a sobbing, weepy mess. It’s also nice to see that Naina’s evolution in the film does not follow the cliches of the ugly-duckling-transforms-into-a-swan routine. And nothing in the final half hour of the film is predictable. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a Hindi film that improved as it went along, in which all my problems with the film were over in the first half and it ended better than it started. Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani has its highs and lows, but in the end it left me with a smile and a very wet handkerchief. 

Rating (out of five): ***

CBFC Rating (India):
U/A
Running time:
161 minutes
Photograph courtesy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yeh_Jawaani_Hai_Deewani