Sunday, February 23, 2020

REVIEW 769: AYYAPPANUM KOSHIYUM

Release date:
Kerala: February 7, 2020
Delhi: February 14, 2020
Director:
Sachy
Cast:




Language:
Prithviraj Sukumaran, Biju Menon, Ranjith, Gowri Nandha, Anna Reshma Rajan, Anil Nedumangad, Anu Mohan, Dhanya Ananya, Sabumon Abdusamad, Ramesh Kottayam
Malayalam



Ayyappanum Koshiyum (Ayyappan and Koshy) is Driving Licence with caste inequity added to class differences. Starring Prithviraj Sukumaran and Suraj Venjaramoodu, Driving Licence was released just weeks back and turned out to be an unusual, thoughtful, entertaining commentary on star trappings and star arrogance clashing with bureaucratic power play sparked off by a situation not of either adversary’s making. Writer-director Sachy ropes in Prithviraj and Biju Menon for Ayyappanum Koshiyum, a film about a haughty yet not all-out evil, well-connected, financially well-off former havildar of the Indian Army sparring unrelentingly with a committed even if hot-headed policeman from less privileged circumstances.

Prithviraj’s Koshy Kurian is drunk when his car is stopped by the police late one night in a no-alcohol zone in Kerala’s mountainous countryside. Ayyappan Nair (Biju Menon) is the local SI steering the team on the spot. Following some bombast from one party and roughing up by the other, Koshy is detained and vows to teach Ayyappan a lesson. He makes good on his promise, but soon begins to regret his decision upon realising that his disproportionate response to a slight might destroy the other man’s life. It is too late by then though as Koshy’s arrogant father Kurian John (played by Ranjith) and Ayyappan’s wild temper have already come into play.

The story of Ayyappanum Koshiyum is a fine illustration of how small acts of hauteur – in this case fuelled by social conditioning and systemic corruption – when combined with bursts of temper can lead to genuine grievances and misunderstandings that could cause any battle to spiral out of the control of those who are foolish enough to think they hold the reins of the cosmos. In Sachy’s script, both male leads have character flaws, and each one wants at different points in the narrative to withdraw from the duel, but the small fire that was lit that first night on an isolated road has acquired a life of its own and keeps pulling them back in like a moth drawn to a flame that it knows is likely to destroy it.

The smartness of this film lies in the shades of gray it gives Ayyappan and Koshy, and the believability of the manner in which their war gets stretched on and on. The relationship between Koshy and his father is particularly convincing, as is the facade of bluster Koshy maintains to camouflage his insecurities and fears. In the moments when he lets the mask drop – before the audience and his loyal driver Kumaran – Prithviraj is brilliantly restrained.

Menon too is spot-on as Ayyappan, a role in which he thankfully sheds the (endearing yet kind of repetitive) BijuMenonness that has long been a hallmark of his comedic screen outings, to become this intense policeman brimming with a rage he has reined in for nearly three decades. 

In terms of screen presence and acting strength, the two actors are perfect fencing partners. 

But Sachy’s film has significant flaws. In the first hour, the testosterone-ridden conversations between the central trio – Ayyappan, Koshy and Kurian – are fun, but I suspect a shorter Ayyappanum Koshiyum might have been a better Ayyappanum Koshiyum because as it stretches from one-and-a-half to two hours and onward to nearly three hours, I began increasingly finding the dialogues somewhat tiring. When these men are together in the second half, Ayyappanum Koshiyum rarely allows us to forget that they are characters in a film delivering filmic lines in carefully modulated, deep masculine voices. The few seconds here and there post-interval when Ayyappan and Koshy do let their guard down with each other come as such a pleasant reprieve that I wish there had been more of those.

Ayyappanum Koshiyum’s other weakness is the portrayal of its women characters. Jessy, the junior policewoman played by Dhanya Ananya, despite being a marginal player has more heft than Koshy’s wife Ruby (Angamaly Diaries’ Anna Reshma Rajan) and Ayyappan’s wife Kannamma (Gowri Nandha) though the latter two get more screen time. Both wives seem to have been written self-consciously (driven perhaps by a desire to be lauded for featuring strong women in the script?) rather than having flowed naturally from pen to paper. Kannamma, for instance, gets one fiery scene of verbal confrontation with Koshy but for the rest is simply a powerful image of maternal strength and the defiance of the marginalised – an adivasi mother with her baby in her arms as she takes on the establishment – instead of a well-written, well-rounded character. She glares at all times, and may as well have been pasted on a poster in the background with the words “strong woman” written across her forehead, because that is what she is for the most part: an impressive visual.

Ruby, on the other hand, is a victim of confused writing. In her introductory scene, she is presented as a frivolous, domesticated woman with shallow emotions – she is visiting her husband in jail and is less concerned about his welfare than whether she will get back the utensils in which she brought him food. Nothing she does thereafter justifies the initial description. (Spoiler alert) Worse, in a scene in which this scared woman comes into her own and finds her voice, Koshy slaps her and the tone of that scene is not critical of his actions at all. I do not doubt for a second that a spoilt fellow like him would be patriarchal and might be violent with his wife, the issue lies with the design of that brief passage – his slap is offered as praise for words she just spoke and, I repeat, the tone of the scene is not critical of his actions. (Spoiler alert ends) The normalisation, even humourisation, of domestic violence is a chronic problem in Malayali society and in Mollywood films, and here is yet another instance of this malaise.

This is truly sad, because the presence of both women is essential to the film. For one, it becomes clear in a late scene that could have turned bloody, that Ruby is aware of and has faith in her husband’s innate decency and sobriety in comparison with her  father-in-law’s incorrigible nature. And Kannamma, one-note wonder though she is, adds a layer to the caste equations in an already churning imbroglio. This is important even though a scene showing a group of adivasis meeting Ayyappan is overtly emotionally manipulative and turns the folksy, poignantly earthy music score by Jakes Bejoy into an instrument of its manipulations.

Other satellite characters are given more depth and nuance. The most memorable of them are Ayyappan’s supportive but exasperated immediate boss (Anil Nedumangad), the rebellious young policeman at their station (Anu Mohan) and the driver (Ramesh Kottayam) who seems to know Koshy much better than Kurian. 

Sudeep Elamon’s camerawork in Ayyappanum Koshiyum is striking and intelligent. He highlights not just the great beauty of the film’s locales but also, on occasion, their eerie, intimidating vastness. Equally important, he shoots the physical fights such that they appear more natural than the melodramatic stunts we are used to in commercial Mollywood.

Malayalam cinema of the past decade has operated in parallel extremes: the loud formulaic cinema favoured by the two giant M’s and the quiet, gentle variety that has found favour among cinephiles across India. Ayyappanum Koshiyum inhabits a middle ground between these tracks. Its faults  are undeniable, but Sachy’s film is unconventional and by and large, both thoughtful and enjoyable.  

Rating (out of 5 stars): 2.75

CBFC Rating (India):
U 
Running time:
177 minutes 

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Saturday, February 22, 2020

REVIEW 768: LOVE AAJ KAL (2020)

Release date:
February 14, 2020
Director:
Imtiaz Ali
Cast:
Sara Ali Khan, Kartik Aaryan, Randeep Hooda, Arushi Sharma, Simone Singh, Siddharth Kak
Language:
Hindi



Great film romances have the power to make a cynical viewer believe and become so invested in the characters on screen as to yearn for their union. Imtiaz Ali’s Love Aaj Kal redux had the opposite effect on me: it drove me to turn my back on my Gandhian principles and long to smack its ensemble of leads – Zoe, Veer, Raghu and Leena – across the face, then yank them off screen, thus to end the agony of watching this mind-numbing film.

Imtiaz Ali must be suffering a peculiar bankruptcy of ideas that he chose to remake his own 2009 hit Love Aaj Kal with nothing worthwhile to add to what he said 11 years back. That one – the story of differing journeys to the same emotion in the past and present told in parallel – had the collective charisma of Saif Ali Khan, Deepika Padukone and Rishi Kapoor, a cute newcomer called Giselle Monteiro, a narrative structure unusual for Bollywood, the charm of the old-world Khan-Monteiro saga and a darling finale surprise going for it. It was not earth-shatteringly great cinema, but it was nice.

This Love Aaj Kal is what is known as a “spiritual successor” or “spiritual sequel”, except that it is so godawfully boring, contrived and wannabe that it provoked some very unspiritual, unholy feelings in me. Drowning as it is in stereotypes of millennial women and youth at large, Kartik Aaryan’s awkwardness, some surprisingly hammy acting by the usually solid Randeep Hooda and tedium, the new film tragically marks a further decline in the qualitative graph of a writer-director who debuted with the sweet Socha Na Tha in 2005, crackled and popped with the Kareena Kapoor-starrer Jab We Met (2007) and has only shone intermittently since.

Before we get to know Leena (Arushi Sharma) and Zoe (Sara Ali Khan) of Love Aaj Kal 2020, we see them yelling at two men played by Kartik Aaryan. That in itself is a warning bell: Aaryan barely has the skill to pull off even one character who does not look and sound entirely like Aaryan, so imagine the error of stretching him to play two men within the same film. Leena is screaming at Raghu (Aaryan) for stalking her, then she screams at him some more for promising to stop. “Did I tell you to stop?” she hollers. That is the second warning bell: here comes yet another Hindi film peddling the dangerous trope that women intentionally send men confusing signals, that a woman’s “no” usually means “yes” or “maybe”.

As the film progresses, in the present day in the National Capital Region we meet Zoe and Veer (Aaryan). She appears to be Ali’s notion of what a millennial city-dwelling Indian female human is: she wears chhote-chhote shorts, wants men for sex but not love, says the word “career” a zillion times and uses “whatever” as an exclamation point. All these characteristics serve as superficial markers and nothing else. Veer pursues her with a loyal doggy expression on his face, and we are given to understand that he wants more than sex from her.

As Zoe begins to fall for him, she turns to an older man played by Hooda for advice and is dragged into flashbacks to his 1980s-90s romance with Leena in Udaipur and Delhi. You see, Hooda is the older version of Raghu who we first saw in his younger days played by Aaryan. Same guy who was being rebuked by Leena for stalking her and then further rebuked for agreeing not to do so. Confused? Just you wait, Henry Higgins, Love Aaj Kal has only begun.

In the Leena-Raghu plot from kal (yesterday), she may send mixed messages to him at first, but she has absolute clarity in her mind about what she wants. He does not. In the aaj (today) of the narrative, Zoe is muddled in the head, and views her professional dreams and personal feelings as mutually exclusive although Veer has at no point pressured her to choose between the two. The paavam fellow, on the other hand, is smitten and stricken and completely committed to her, but aiyyo she chews up his brain with her indecisiveness, while she and the older Raghu chew up our souls with all their philosophical mumbo-jumbo about pyaar, the burden placed on us by the mistakes of earlier generations, fidelity, human instincts and so on.

Gawd, how much do Zoe and Veer talk. They talk and they talk and they talk, and they go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in their messed-up, mixed-up minds, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until I wanted to beg them to hook up.

Ms Khan has pizzazz and gives it her best shot, but even her striking screen presence cannot redeem this film. Mr Aaryan, on the other hand, is even worse than this script. Perhaps realising his acting limitations late in the day, at one point Ali gives Raghu a beard planted very carefully and precisely on the rim of his jaw and prosthetics to chubby up his face, hence distinguishing him from the scruffy, thin-looking Veer.

Post-interval, a stand-up comedian pops up to pontificate about how monogamous relationships have been imposed by society on men, who are naturally wired to wander and to keep their youknowwhats hanging out instead of confining them to their pants. Ah okay, so this is the point the film wishes to make? But wait, no, is it not Veer who is singularly focused on Zoe while SHE is shopping around? Whatever.

Love Aaj Kal is pretentious, verbose and thoroughly insufferable. Among its many contrivances is the use of Hooda’s voice playing in the background as the end credits roll, whispering sentences that are perhaps meant to be wise and impressive. I managed to catch the very last line as the very last word disappeared from the screen. “Romantic hai na kahaani?” I think I heard him ask. (The story is romantic, is it not?) The answer – if you have any doubts after reading this review so far – is an absolute, vehement, resounding no. That truth hurts though, because once upon a time jab Imtiaz Ali and Kareena Kapoor met, they did create screen magic.

Rating (out of 5 stars): 0.01

CBFC Rating (India):
UA 
Running time:
141 minutes 

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