Friday, September 5, 2014

REVIEW 288: MARY KOM

Release date:
September 5, 2014
Director:
Omung Kumar
Cast:

Language:


Priyanka Chopra, Darshan Kumaar, Sunil Thapa
Hindi

I have to confess to a certain degree of incredulousness while watching Mary Kom. Really? A husband so supportive that he takes care of the babies, motivates his wife and voluntarily puts his own career on the backburner to support hers? Do they make ’em like that?

Now having read reams on the five-time world boxing champion and Olympic medallist M.C. Mary Kom – on whose life this film is based – I’ve discovered that debutant director Omung Kumar and screenplay writer Saiwyn Quadras have been pretty faithful to her true story. In an interview to Good Housekeeping magazine in 2012, Mary had said: “He knows my dreams and is always encouraging me to go out and achieve them.” Onler, who reportedly left a full-time job in Customs and Central Excise to support her, added, “When we decided to get married, it wasn’t just to be man and wife. The promise was to be on her side always.”

This then is what this film is for me: the story of a gutsy woman who never gives up a fight, a feisty woman who is unapologetic about her ambitions, and her great partnership with an unconventional man unfazed by the standard gossip directed at husbands of successful women.

Mary Kom is an unusual sports biopic because it is, for the most part, shorn of contrived melodrama. Since the real Mary is an active boxer who is very much in the news, many viewers already know the outcome of most of the matches being portrayed on screen. The focus then is not on boxing but on the woman who enters that ring.

Contrary to what you might be expecting, this film is not designed as a grand epic set against the backdrop of insurgency in Manipur. Nor is this a masala film made along the lines of Bhaag Milkha Bhaag. It is, instead, a saga of the daily struggles that a woman professional in particular must deal with. It is about gender prejudice, politics in India’s sporting establishment, a couple who are best buddies and the everyday tensions faced by parents. It is about a woman torn between the emotional and practical pulls of motherhood and her passion for her sport. It is about rising from humble circumstances yet it does not exaggerate Mary’s poverty, although extreme scenarios are often deemed more commercially viable than regular stories.

The effort to tell Mary’s story at a very personal level is commendable, but leads to a major flaw in the screenplay: it tells us nothing of the challenges faced by ordinary persons in the politically turbulent – and ignored – North-east, except for a wish for peace made in passing by Mary’s dad. Elsewhere, Mary’s sudden outburst that sports officials are discriminating against her because she is Manipuri is incongruous, because there’s not a whimper about such bias before that scene or after. Quadras even makes the odd choice of leaving out of the film a huge tragedy in Mary’s life: the murder of her father-in-law by unidentified gunmen that almost drove her to give up boxing, as she told The Hindustan Times in December 2013.

Some of the film’s dialogues required greater writing clarity. Mary Kom is also pulled down by the volume at which its passable songs are played. These loud numbers – particularly the irritating Hai tujhe salaam India – diminish an otherwise relatively understated narrative.

While the tone of the writing remains consistent almost throughout, there is an unnecessary effort to whip up emotions and suspense during an overly-dramatised scene in which Mary fights an international match just moments after having received bad news involving her family. Mary in real life did in fact face such a situation, but not in the same time frame.

The big picture though is that there is more to praise than slam in this film. Right on top of the heap of positives is Priyanka Chopra’s performance as Mary Kom. No, she is not Manipuri and does not look it either. This casting decision is not evidence of racism in Bollywood though (as has been alleged by some) but a sign of the star-ridden system that enslaves the industry, where even big film makers struggle to notch up a hit without stars and therefore avoid taking risks.

This situation needs to change. For the moment though, it’s a relief that Priyanka doesn’t overdo Mary’s mannerisms and reduce her to a caricature. PC throws herself into the role with the kind of commitment we saw from her in Barfi! At no point does she look like a boxing novice, and her body language – loose-limbed and excitable – matches her character’s temperament.

Interestingly, the writer does not deify Mary. Her excitability often translates into irritability and though she’s a good soul, I occasionally found myself admiring Onler’s patience with her. Playing Onler is film debutant Darshan Kumaar who is an absolute natural and a delight on camera. Of the excellent supporting cast, Sunil Thapa as Mary’s coach is particularly nice.

Press reports tell us the film has not been shot in Manipur. That’s unfortunate. The locations are pretty though, and cinematographer Keiko Nakahara has fun with them especially during an extended training sequence in the great outdoors. For the most part though, she keeps the scale of her camerawork more intimate, to match the mood of the film.

In the overall analysis then, Mary Kom is a neat little biopic. It is inspiring because Mary is a fighter in every sense of the word, and her marriage is a partnership of equals. It is unusual because the director and writer do not allow Mary’s motherhood to dwarf other aspects of her identity, and even when Mary is in pain over her kids, she is never shown feeling guilty about being a career woman.

Despite some major grouses with the film, I’ve come away from the theatre admiring Mary Kom and being a little in love with Onler. Mission accomplished, Omung Kumar.

Rating (out of five stars): ***1/2

CBFC Rating (India):

U
Running time:
124 minutes


Poster courtesy: Raindrop Media

Thursday, September 4, 2014

REVIEW 287: RAJA NATWARLAL

Release date:
August 29, 2014
Director:
Kunal Deshmukh
Cast:


Language:

Emraan Hashmi, Paresh Rawal, Kay Kay Menon, Humaima Malick, Deepak Tijori
Hindi

It’s been a while since I’ve felt this uninspired to write a film review. Raja Natwarlal – centred around a confidence trickster called Raja – suffers from being overly aware of its own cleverness. For a con film to work, it has to catch us by surprise. As viewers of the genre, we’re staring at the screen with eyes wide open, on high alert, ready to catch every trick up the story’s sleeve; in spite of that the film has to catch us off guard. Here in Raja Natwarlal, not only is the con too easily executed to be believable, but too many of the ‘surprises’ are visible from a mile. A pity because it had the potential to be a thoroughly enjoyable, bite-your-nails, sit-on-the-edge-of-your-seat, stare-aghast-at-the-screen, Ocean’s-11-kind-of-slick thriller.

The premise is brimming with possibilities: a team of con men sell a non-existent cricket team to a cricket-crazy billionaire. They’re led by the smooth-talking Raja (Emraan Hashmi) and his new-found teacher in the business (Paresh Rawal). Their victim is South Africa-based Indian industrialist Vardha Yadav (Kay Kay Menon). With this trio of lovely actors and an interesting premise, you would think director Kunal Deshmukh would deliver, if nothing else, a fun film. As it happens, Deshmukh already shares a certain comfort level with his leading man who played the hero in his other three directorial ventures too: Jannat, Jannat 2 and Tum Mile. Unfortunately, Raja Natwarlal’s screenplay lacks substance, the narrative is too self-conscious with its “look at me, see what a breathtaking scheme I’m pulling off!” tone, and its not-brilliant pace is further slowed down by a lacklustre romance that is pivotal to the plot.

Pakistani actress Humaima Malick – making her Bollywood debut here – plays the love of Raja’s life, a bar dancer who he wishes to rescue from her life of indignities. Malick is an excellent actress; we saw that in the social drama from her home country Bol that was released in theatres here in India. Raja Natwarlal does little with her innate acting talent and tries instead to convince us that she is a hottie – which she is not. There are no sparks flying between her and Emraan either. Besides, those gyrations on the dance floor, the acres of flesh on display, the awkward love-making scene in a bathtub between her and Raja are all tedious and out of place in a film that needed to be constantly on the move.

Worse, songs are abruptly inserted into the proceedings at each point where it seems like things might just speed up as they ought to. Tere Hoke Rahenge in Arijit Singh’s powerful voice starts off well, but dissipates into a slightly generic tune – it’s the best of the film’s musical numbers.

Humaima is not the only one being wasted in Raja Natwarlal. The wonderfully talented Mohammed Zeeshan Ayyub, familiar to viewers from Raanjhanaa, appears here in an inexplicably teeny role. On the other hand, Deepak Tijori makes his presence felt in a small but significant part as Raja’s partner-in-crime who is murdered halfway through the story. I don’t remember thinking much of him as a young man, but there’s something endearing about Tijori here, chubbier and far more wide-waisted than he was when he danced to Galyan sankli sonyachi in Dil Hai Ki Maanta Nahin, yet also a more substantial screen presence. It would be nice to see him in more films in bigger roles.

In terms of story and storytelling, Raja Natwarlal suffers from the same lacunae as Bunty Aur Babli did, without that delightful film’s over-riding strengths. It certainly sounded cool, for instance, that the lead pair in BAB intended to sell the Taj Mahal to gullible tourists. But the execution of that scam was weak because it relied not on human greed or the chinks in the armour of a strong, intelligent individual; it relied on the absolute stupidity of the potential target. Here in Raja Natwarlal, Vardha is so foolish, that it’s hard not to wonder how this ass became a billionaire in the first place. He doesn’t have a mega-team to back him, in fact he seems to operate with a solo associate who is a sounding board and not an adviser. Unlike B&B though, Raja Natwarlal does not come armed with Rani Mukerji’s irresistible pizzazz, the chemistry between her and Abhishek Bachchan or between Abhishek and his off-screen dad, the rarely seen nuggets and insights on life in small-town India, Shankar Ehsaan Loy’s fantastic music or the utter perfection of Kajra re.

Besides, Raja Natwarlal has a been-there-seen-that feel to it. Emraan himself has played this character – the golden-hearted rapscallion, the con man who is not such a bad guy after all – with slight variations in most of his films. If you’ve seen him in Shanghai, you know how brilliant he is capable of being and how he ought to be challenging himself more. There are some moments to be enjoyed in his relationship with Rawal’s character Yogi, but it’s not enough to lift the film.

I didn’t hate Raja Natwarlal. I didn’t dislike it intensely either. To be fair, it has a couple of interesting twists here and there, and it’s hard to completely ignore Emraan’s mischievous charm. That being said, the film as a whole is decidedly forgettable. C’mon Mr Hashmi, chuck the cliched characters. Give us another Shanghai.

Rating (out of five stars): *1/2

CBFC Rating (India):

U/A
Running time:
141 minutes

Video courtesy: Effective Communication
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