A Lucky Star without Tantrums - Rishi Kapoor

 

Rishi Kapoor. One of the most happy-go-lucky actorss in Bollywood. Always cherubic and bubbly. A lucky mascot. For everyone who worked with him. For his father who was reeling under huge losses from "Mere Naam Joker", he became a money-spinning "Bobby". For heroines who got launched with him like Padmini Kolhapuri and Dimple. For co-stars and superstars. And for many producers and directors who found in him the mettle to rub shoulders with multi-starrer giants. He became the proverbial David who charmed many Goliath-like giants with his non-threatening effervescence and ego-less pranks. Most of the films starring Rishi Kapoor became box-office bonanzas for producers though he never got full or deserving credit for his performances that pulled in the crowds.

The only girl he ever got linked with early in career was Dimple who eloped with Rajesh Khanna, even after wearing a ring given by Rishi when they were dating during "Bobby". Of course, he married Neetu Singh finally - and thats one heck of a love-story for a free-wheeling 80s couple who did 13 films together with dazzling chemistry.

 

Raj Kapoor always thought Rishi would make the most successful director (he did direct "Aa Ab Last Chale" which didn't click). But he became the most successful lover in the history of Bollywood: always walks away with the girl, whoever else in the triangle may be - Vinod Chopra, Kamal Hasan or Vinod Mehra. He became Amitabh Bachchan's most famous Tillu Bhai in many memorable hits of the 80s and happy to play second fiddle to the reigning Superstar. As a nice guy, he has so far given the best shot amongst the Raj Kapoor's sons sustaining himself in a career spanning four decades since he first appeared. Before he came in as "Bobby", Bollywood films used to be all about men and women, as a critic remarked. After "Bobby", it was about boys and girls.

 

Rishi Kapoor went on to belt out the most iconic dancing hits and Qawali numbers of an entire generation many of which became titles of blockbusters in 2000s. Before the likes of Govind and Mithun, it was always Rishi who was rated the best dancer for a long time. It was quite an achievement for Rishi- to serenade a heroine, and synchronize dancing steps with her without an effort. The disco lights, the revolving dance floors and the psychedelic lighting bulbs of the 80s would have all looked out of place were it not for the elegance of Rishi Kapoor's cadence and ease. He would break into a song and dance and everybody out there would fall in sync - swirling and crooning without an apology.

 

There are actors down South who followed the same model of Rishi Kapoor in experimenting with new heroines and playing second fiddle in multi-starters as long as they could hold your own - Chandra Mohan in Tollywood and Siva Kumar in Kollywood, they became known as the Rishi Kapoors of their respective Film Industries. Of course, it could be argued the other way too - why not Rishi Kapoor be called the Chandra Mohan of Bollywood? But that's a different topic!

Rishi Kapoor, later transformed into playing played mature characters after his gait and genetic code no longer made him look younger because of the famous Dal Makhni Kapoor staple diet. In the last decade, he became Bollywood's severest conscience keeper raising holy hell every time the Industry stalwarts floundered in responding to the 'crying need of the hour' be it #Metoo or a war-like situation. He also brook no nonsense with his recently released autobiography "Khullam Khulla" (in which he nailed stars like Rajesh Khanna or Amitabh Bachchan with no-holds barred revelations).

 

Of course, his fine acting continued with the likes of Irrfan Khan and Amitabh Bachchan ("102 not out") and he would have easily given another shot at third innings at a time when his son Ranbir Kapoor is earning solid spurs as the next Superstar of Bollywood. That speaks a lot of about the original first family of Bollywood - the Kapoor Clan whose gene pool keeps gifting Superstars and Divas who became endearing icons of Indian Cinema. Rishi has travelled as far, if not farther than all his great uncles but perhaps will have the last laugh once his son conquers Bollywood one day, if not already. It is quite ironic that the Star who gave India's first song on self-quarantining ("Hum Tum Ek Kamre Me Bandh Ho...") should pass out during India's self-quarantine period. And in his passing, the whole nation says "Om Shanti Om" to the man who sang the most famous anthem of the 80s with the same words. Truly, Rishida will be missed by the 80s generation and one hopes that his legacy will be carried on by son Ranbir Kapoor to the next level. 

 

My favorite films of Rishi Kapoor:

1. Karz

2. Amar Akbar Anthony

3. Chandini

4. Zamaane Ko Dikhana Hai

5. Sagar

 

#RishiKapoor #Bollywood #RKFamily #FirstFamily #KhullamKhulla

Life of an Infinite Actor - Irrfan Khan

Irrfan Khan. Undoubtedly, the best actor of this generation who gave a stunning range of films that will keep resonating as long as we go. Whether it's a blink-and-a-miss role in "Spiderman" or a brief role in "Slumdog Millionaire" or any of the stylish performances in "Piku", "Talwar", "Pan Singh Tomar", "Life of Pi", "Maqbool", you cannot take your eyes off screen when Irrfan Khan is emoting. It doesn't matter what he is wearing or how he's shaved for the film, you have to be at your best hearing sense to grasp all the text and subtext in his acting with his murmuring accent and a swagger that doesn't look seem like a swagger.

In "Piku" you can see the sweat and blood of Deepika Padukone and a herculean effort by Amitabh Bachchan to compete for the attention of the audience whereas Irrfan Khan made it look so effortless on screen. Likewise whether he is explaining a Siska bulb benefits or a Vodafone recharge ad or doing a jig with Shah Rukh Khan at a film festival whether art films are as good as mainstream films. In spite of the irony of the 2000s where a lead actor's remuneration become as big an overhead as a budget of a film, Khan's swashbuckle and finesse in acting became a toast of every film he got associated with. Hollywood also cast him in many films but when it comes to Irrfan's lines, there was something always ethereal, magical and evocative than the other actor's lines. Yes, and the subtlety he brought to screen didn't threaten the other actors sharing space with him unlike say, a Shatrughan Sinha but enhanced the "repeat watchability quotient" of the film without an elaborate overlay or an over-assertive baritone like that of Nana Patekar.

While we never noticed who really took the baton from the arty films caravan of actors like Naseruddin Shah, Irrfan Khan created his own inimitable and enduring shelf-space in a world dominated by the three Khans until a few years ago. And unlike Naseruddin Shah, Irrfan took the torch of towering performance from film after film and passed the baton to actors like Nawazuddin Siddiqui and many other stage actors and superstars in mainstream plots and commercial films. Thank God, Tollywood also cast him in a forgettable role as a comic villain in "Sainikudu" with Mahesh Babu and Trisha. But Thank God, Tollywood didn't checkmate his fledgling career with fat cheques that would have merely created another Prakash Raj or Shaji Shinde in South Cinema.

In the finite gallery of films that Irrfan Khan got associated with including the many international collaborations that put him limelight as a draw for Asian audiences, it will remain a nonpareil feat for any other actor to beat in this generation. Most actors of his calibre would have wasted their raw talent with more commercial themes or silly gaffes or sundry makeups of a granny or a transgender or a bandit and so on. Not so in the books of Mr Khan. When he dons a role, the role becomes a reprise in the interpretation of the irrepressible Khan himself - no need for any bells and whistles of the character or any set property. It therefore becomes important that the legacy of Irrfan Khan is a fascinating history of how a late-bloomer annexed chartered and uncharted territories across the globe and built a space that even time cannot erase forever. There will be many more odes to Khan as the world wakes up to cold fact that he is no more. One of them will be how Irrfan Khan's latest film "Angrezi Medium" got released on the OTT platform amidst the Covid blackout of theaters world over. This may well be the future of all small and medium budget films and to get associated with the debut on an OTT platform also goes to the credit of Irrfan Khan. As he passes out in the holy month of Ramzan, I pray that Irrfan Khan finds peace wherever he goes next and strength to his young family who survives him. You were quite a draw, Irrfan whether we saw you first on TV, Silver screen or OTT.

Here are my top picks of Irrfan Khan's filmology:

1. LunchBox

2. Talwar

3. Piku

4. The Namesake

4. Maqbool

5. Life of Pi

6. Life in a Metro

7. Pan Singh Tomar

8. Hindi Medium

9. Qarib Qarib Single

10. Carvan

#IrrfanKhan #IrrfanKhanFilms #LegendsOfIndianCinema #WorldCinemaLegends #Bollywood

"Super 30" (Hindi Film Review)

 Films about academicians and pedagogy rarely make an interesting script, least of all from Bollywood's point of view which seeks drama in every real story. But Hrithik Roshan's "Super30" achieves that rare distinction. In 154 minutes, director Vikas Bahl re-constructs the surreal life story of a living legend Anand Kumar who's academy in Bihar has been handpicking thirty students every year for making it to the IITs for the last decade or so. From that point itself, the film deserves appreciation - because a subject of how a poverty-stricken passionate Mathematician finds his mojo in life after failing to muster all the money to go to Cambridge University, and later strikes gold by getting paid a bomb at corporate coaching centers where the rich pay princely sums to get their inert kids through the IIT entrance and finally, leaves all that addictive remuneration to start an academy which proves a leveler, on behalf of the poor students from humble backgrounds. The story of the film is an exaggerated cinematic depiction of that struggle of Anand Kumar (who is today celebrated all over Bihar and India as a poor man's passport-giver to the rigorous IITs) but Vikas Behal creates an exciting screen output of a story that needed to be told, aided by the Roshans (minus their in-house music director), a sharp technical crew of writer (Sanjiv Dutta) and editor (Sreekar Prasad) and an acting ensemble who know their lines well (including Pankaj Tripathi and Aditya Srivastava).

What makes the film authentic is the attention to detail in every frame, even if parts of that are dramatized for emphasis. And in doing so, the director never misses an occasion to milk emotions - whether it is the fleeting romantic moments with Mrunal Thakur (she shines even in the briefest lover role ever in a Hrithik film), or with father (Virendra Saxena) or the brief but frustrating encounters with the librarian, or the home which takes papads from him and immediately thrusts his Cambridge letter into a fire pyre (but how did Hrithik have the heart to wrap his papads into it?). The director's precise thinking can be seen from just one scene in the library: Hritihik smuggles himself into a corner of a library trying to steal visuals of one Mathematical Gazette that could be his passport to glory. Any other film-maker could show another corner of a library, but Hrithik is shown in the corner of books about Post-War British History and Economics ( a corner which we can safely assume will be undetected by the librarian who later yanks him out). Throughout the film, visuals like these show a director in command of his craft and wants to pack as much excitement into telling an inspiring story. The build up to the interval is interesting as are the different episodes in the second half which show his innovative pedagogy (methods of teaching concepts in maths, physics and chemistry), the Holi sequence (which is the only lovable item song in the film) and the electrifying climax (where the students distract and destroy an enemy camp out to eliminate them).

Music by Ajay-Atul is one of the most haunting scores in recent times which meet the criteria of a real-life reel drama - measured, melodious, heart-stringing and comprehensive. All the five songs show the class, range and mettle of the composer duo as they have the ability to trigger the right emotions, capture the ethos and yet make the music sound so distinct and clear. Reminded me of the times when Amit Trivedi burst on the scene many years before. If the songs are good, the BGM score is a different class apart - using sanskritised voice-overs of prayer song to invoke the blessings of Goddess Saraswati, the composers build a crescendo in the second half throughout that is at once piercing, soothing and brilliant in orchestral magic. That song that culminates in the climax and throughout the second half is unfortunately, not in the OST but will surely linger on long after you leave the theatre. Performances-wise, Hrithik Roshan is apt and comes out alive after a long time since there is no iron-pumping or Greek beauty to show - he practiced his Bihari accent well and delivers a neat performance that should get some brownie points (pun intended). What subtracts from the film is that the kids (whom you wanted to know more about after the Basanti Song) should have been highlighted more in flesh and bone. But I fully subscribe to the view that the film is dramatized to full measure because of which it has become so engaging to watch - any other treatment would have rendered it less exciting. If only the director spent a little more time to dig into the pedagogy happening in these money-spinning corporate centers, and the suicides happening into IITs, this would have been a seminal film. But overall, a soul-satisfying film and one for the Roshans to be remembered for. Never a dull moment, even for the kids. Go all out for it!
Rating: 3.5/5
#Super30 #Bollywood #HrithikRoshan #VikasBahl #AjayAtul #MrunalThakur #PanjajTripathi

"Dangal" (Hindi Film Review)/ "Yuddham" (Telugu Dubbed version): Intense and Mesmerising

Good story-telling in cinema  has an enduring appeal for two familiar reasons: it enhances the interest of commoners and it reduces the stress levels of movie-goers bombarded with formulaic messages.  Dangal is proof that unalloyed story-telling, intense and sincere, returns and for that reason alone the makers of the film must take a bow and get a hat-tip from all genuine film-lovers (beyond the undercurrents of controversies). In 161 minutes which escapes your time-keeping, director Nitesh Tiwary gives a captivating presentation that recreates the world of a true-life rural legend who helped bootstrap India’s lopsided sports ways into a medal-winning spree in International Women's Wrestling championships. The legend is Mahavir Singh Phogat whose two daughters Gita and Babita won a total of 29 medals at world-stage wrestling matches. While Aamir Khan plays Mahavir Singh Phogat, two debutantes Fatima Sana Shaikh and Sanya Malhotra play his daughters Gita Phogat and Babita Phogat.

What makes this absorbing film  intense is the numerous pulse points it touches while engaging with a true-to-life portrayal of a National Wrestling Champion’s quest to make  his progeny a worthy gold medal winner at world stage, so what if it is not a boy! From that point, where Mahavir Singh is obsessed with male child, the director aces up the screen with a narrative that tugs at your heart with anger at the society’s male fixation, then calmness when good sense of gender neutrality dawns on the father who takes that his daughters have the basic DNA to make it in Wrestling, and then the elements of struggle, agony, ego conflit with coachand then the final moments of glory. All these pulse points are masterfully punctuated by the director Nitesh Tiwari to give us one of the most fulfilling cinematic experiences of our times.

There are atleast half a dozen moments in the film which get you goosebumps and make you connect with the moments that every patriotic Indian feels in a country woefully short of international medals in non-cricket sports. The resonance is enhanced by resemblance to many moments in recent sport history which highlight something wrong in our culture that doesn’t nurture Olympic medal-winners so easily. You can relate to P.V.Sindhu’s moment of glory on the night before her final Olympics game when all the media says it is okay if she doesn’t win a Gold since silver is assured (and silver is what she gets finally!). Or, to Koneru Hampy, the teenage Chess champion who insisted on keeping her father as her coach and had to face wrath of a lot of people (Doesn’t happen for sure once you take your game above National level!). Or, the high-handed way in which persona non-grata (non-sportspersons) behave when it comes to allocating training budgets. Director takes potshots at all of these gremlins plaguing Indian Sports elusively and matter-of-factly. But in doing so and touching the multiple pulse-points as discussed, there is no dodgy narrative here. The struggles of the father and the daughters and their battles within and the system are well-brought out with pace and gripping narration.

Bolywood has aced up on talking turkey about India’s latest obsession with sportspersons and their quintessential struggles through films like Mary Kom, Bhaag Milka Bhaag, MS Dhoni, Azhar and Chak De. While most of them scored high on adrenalin and dramatization, only Chak De remained subtle while giving an uplift to the game of hockey fighting the odds of women and poor resource allocation to capture attention. There were few Telugu films like Golconda High School (on cricket) and Bheemli Kabaddi which kept the flag high in inspiring youngsters to give a game they like their best shot. Lagaan represented an improbable episode that is unlikely to return ever, even with demonetization as backdrop. Sultan gave a different tilt to another street-side wrestler and the closing moments of the film actually resemble the central thesis of Dangal where a happy love story of Salman and Anushka restarts with the birthing of a girl child who may become the next wrestling champ. But Dangal is different and is going to be the most-talked sports film of recent times. In 161 minutes, the director introduces the sport of wrestling better, makes us familiar with the rules in a way your worldview of the sport changes forever and then sucks us into the pulsations of the sport closer than ever – in the manner it is played at medallion games, not your WWF style or kick-boxing-blend-style. Apart from bringing out the beauty and the maneuvres of wrestling in almost 60 minutes (which is the highest for any sports film), it brings out the magic of bonding between a father and his daughters which changes complexions in its course of evolution.

Peformances-wise, Aamir Khan stands tall. It is a sign of maturity and commitment to craft that Aamir should take up this role which is de-glamorised, sans romance and stunts. He wears obesity with such dignity and class that it doesn't come out as stark. He doesn’t slip even once in his penance-like persistence as a father who sculpts his wards to achieve global glory. The highlight scenes to watch out for Aamir are one, when he goes to drop his daughter at National Sports Academy at the grasp of a national coach; two, when his daughter challenges him with new rules learnt and finally, in the climax when he is all of himself – ALONE. Both the girls Fatima and Sanya have done better, their chemistry with the game and between themselves shows up in the run-up they have had for auditioning in the film. Sanya has had her bright moments even if she tailgates Fatima in the story as Babita to Geeta. Music by Pritham is enthralling and different than what you heard from him in Ae Dil Hai Mushkil. The songs pump you up and the feverishness of the game seeps in with the few songs. Cinematography by Sethu Sriram is many-layered – you need the right mix of close-up shots and long-shots without missing a moment of mist in the eyes of the main characters. In that Sethu sizzles.

What takes away from the film is the treatment of coaching in training sportspersons for Olympian success. The conflict between the father and the coach, warts and all, is left unattended till the end. Perhaps the only emotion left unmilked is that – of an Aamir slapping the National Coach in the end! But that doesn’t take away the main merits of the most entertaining and well-made sports film of this year already surcharged with three or more films of that genre). Go watch it and if you like standing up for the National Anthem like all Indians do, you may enjoy doing it twice for Dangal. Remember this, if you do it spontaneously! Good to see Disney Pictures picking a real winner that every girl child and her father want to see.

My rating: 4/5

"Mohen-Jodaro" (Hindi Film Review): Neither Entertaining, nor Authentic

Asutosh Gowarikar was one of India’s finest directors when he burst on the scene with “Lagaan”. As a director who immensely enjoys the process of research preceding a piece of history, he revels in the creative churn that precedes the shooting of a film as much as the post-production part of the film. His attention to detail and sparkling clean sense of cinematic opulence have always brought out the lesser-known nuggets of Indian history which are not as widely-reported as other facets. Lagaan and Jodhaa Akbar were all about such missing chapters which not many could refute. Because he selects historical settings with under-researched anecdotes or imagined stories, his films are seen for the figments of creativity rather than as records of authenticity.

Mohen-Jodaro had therefore raised excessive hype with lilting music videos and extensive interviews about the making of the film. The civilization that predates India before the world knows us was always  interesting - it has bits and pieces remotely remembered from high-school history books: a unicorn, pieces of currency, goddess Sindhu, the great public Bath, the multi-storey housing colony with higher and lower cities and the advanced irrigation system more than few millennia ago.

What makes Asutosh’s films different is the cinematic high it gives viewers from the creative liberties he takes in re-imagining a world now forgotten and lost in translation. Coming from that background, Mohen-jodaro  had lovely music, a great-looking heroine and an angular hero who looks sturdy and stressed to represent a character that’s improbable. It also has the most menacing villain combination of Kabir Bedi and his wicked son. But the magic of Gowarikar is clearly missing. It is missing in the sweep of scenes selected to highlight the cultural aspects of a civilization. It is missing in the hopeless fare dished out in the name of a story that resembles a cross between a Bahubali, Game of Thrones and Gladiator. It is missing in the overall lack of feel-good sense except in the goodness of a song or two.

The story  has no authenticity or coherence;  it just stitches up a romantic story between an indigo farmer Salman (Hrithik Roshan) and Chaani (Pooja Hegde) blended with  a predictable fight of an under-dog out to avenge his father’s death. The only attempt to authenticate this plot is the climax of a spectacular water wave which engulfs all life. It is not proven in archaeological studies whether water which is the life-blood of the Harappan civilization has actually blown away the Indus Valley civilization to smithereens. Historians always opined that apart from building flood defences, the highest recorded rainfall was a measly 13 cms but the film showed a gigantic downpour which almost vanishes the Indus Valley population. There were other liberties also taken like showing grapes and coconuts (these may have come later and resemble today’s lot), Arabs and Mongols (who probably invaded India much later atleast two thousand years later).

To be fair, there are some highlights. Apart from showcasing jaw-dropping infrastructure like the Great Bath, the rectangular gypsum-coated bricks built with  stunning finesse, director gives a taste of action in the first half and second half with the deadly fight against the alligator or the exhausting clash of the hero with two man-eating titans. The rest of the motifs pass without an excuse and fail to prompt any emotions –it is so dead-pan unlike Asutosh Gowarikar.

Music by Rahman both in BGM and the songs stands out. The song “Tu Hai” actually could have been better edited on screen because the beauty of the melody gets lost in the elaborate buildout – which is not as taut as the promotional video song. Hritik Roshan gives a convincing performance as a jaded Indigo farmer with werewolf costumes and under-emoting. Pooja Hegde looks ravishing in her skimpy dresses with enough skin popping out of all curves in the body. But she sure doesn’t know how to kiss Hrithik in the film despite the length of the scene ( a real surprise in Asutosh films which are otherwise sober and subtle). A perennial problem with Asutosh is the elaborateness of motions before characters are established and the story moves. It looks the editor always takes a  nap in his films; this film is excruciatingly longer without the usual impact  at 167 minutes. The SFX is patchy and not segued well with the visual canvass Asutosh projects in his films. Cinematography is to blame for this gap between effects and visuals.

ON the whole, this is a film that is a botched attempt in unearthing a visual interpretation of an ancient civilization but the talent and money being wasted  for this pursuit is colossal – it could have actually gone into research of the over 1000 plus settlements that the Civilization inhabited in its march from Afghanistan to Mumbai. Instead, Asutosh gives us an unexciting adventure that you have seen in many period films. Director now has to get back his mojo by investing his time on a better narrative with a historical context. If you skip the film, a better alternative is to  catch up on some of the umpteen well-researched documentaries on Mohan-jodaro rather than go by the director’s half-baked version of history.

Rating: 2.5/5

"Fan" (Hindi Film Review)

My review:

https://www.telugu360.com/fan-incredible-story-horse-powered-srk/

"Baji Rao Mastani" Movie Review (Hindi)

My Review:

https://www.telugu360.com/bajirao-mastani-review-bhansalis-magnum-opus/

"Talvar" (Hindi Movie Review)

My review of "Talvar":

http://www.telugu360.com/talvar-movie-review/

Why Bahubali did not make it to Oscars

My post on how "Bahubali" got edged out...

http://www.telugu360.com/why-bahubali-did-not-make-it-to-oscars/

How "Bahubali" made the World look to South for films

Has Bahubali made the world change its outlook towards South Film-Industry?

My analysis:

http://www.telugu360.com/move-over-bollywood-let-south-lead-the-way/

"Bahubali" (Telugu Movie Review)

My Review of "Bahubali" (Telugu) can be accessed in the following link:

http://www.telugu360.com/bahubali-review-modern-visual-extravaganza-of-an-old-tale/

"Dil Dhadakne Do" (Hindi Movie Review)

"Dil Dhadakne Do" is a non-tragic version of Titanic -  What happens when a dysfunctional family that never find time for each other land up in a cruise for ten days. And the problems that come from a lifetime of miscommunication and under-communication surface to the sea - until they get a life-saver, actuallly a life-boat to find happiness in a sea of unresolved puzzles. Zoya Akhtar weaves a story with too many characters and unwarranted adult scenes which make a not-so-perfect viewing in 165 minutes. Neither the audience nor the players in the movie have an escape route - because we are all at sea with a contrived tirade of pride and prejudice from a mechanical rich man's family led by Anil Kapoor. But for the stark message of the movie - Give love to your kids but also give them freedom to do what they want - and some remarkable performances by Anil Kapoor (father), Shefali Shah (mother), Priyanka Chopra (daughter) and Ranvir Singh (son), the movie crawls until a cameo performer Farhan Akhtar restores some sanity. 

Zoya's strength is her characterisation - each artist gets his or her arclight performance but her weakness in the movie is to get too many characters mess with the main storyline of the Mehra family, it dilutes the intensity of the story. By making the family pet-dog Pluto talk about the story and the stereotypes presented in it through the voice of Aamkir Khan, Zoya may have scored a self-goal because it makes the film a documentary with comments from Aamir's voice with the caustic pen of Javed Akhtar. For a long time, you feel you are watching another Raju Hiran's film where relentless commentary runs in the background with subtextual messages and chatty scenes. What redeems this monotony, occasionally, is the background score by Shankar Ehsaan Loy and associates - it is mostly chords, violin and piano. The songs are a saving grace but come few and far in between - it is either an aberration when you don't expect or a rarity when you desperately need it, spacing is bad. The Punjabi Song in the second half is the only song that stays despite another impressive album from the trio music direcors. Cinematography stands out because this is again a film that is promoting cruise tourism, sixteen years after the film "Titanic" swept the world. 

Despite a brutal portrayal of how the rich live, think and behave with one another, Zoya's characterisation shows gaps in understanding. Inconceivable that with so many friends invited on cruise, the son and daughter grow up with such emptiness and rudderlessness and without affection and understanding from parents. Neither do we find friends who can be sounding boards for each other. It is as if everybody is on their own trip of making it big and so full of themselves with never-ending vanity and disaffections. Whether such paradoxes in parenting exist in totality or is a figment of Zoya's fiction is unfathomable and surreal. Impossible that the mother loathes everything but has a stigma against divorce. Impractical for a rich kid to be forced into father's biusiness and not raise a moment of protest in so many years. Whether it resonates widely and whether it is credulous, one should ask the director and the story-writer - could there be greyness in some of the stereotypes that she typically shows as in her earlier films like ZNMD and LuckByChance. What she shows is a rich society that has taboos, doesn't talk turkey, traps their children in hopeless marriages and enslaves them in illiberal notions of misery while moving on in other aspects - that is the most incredulous aspect of the story - which is a surprise because Zoya invests well in her storylines with intelligence and plausible emotions. The fun part of the film is carried out by Ranvir Singh and Anushka Sharma in a sizzler of a romantic track that shows the chemistry between them. If only Zoya had a better editor and a story-writer with authentic sensibilities of the worlds being projected, and invested in entertainment, this film would have scored high. Now it is upto the audience to filter this low-emotion false imagery the way they want. Or, enjoy the beautiful visuals of Eurozone countries like Greece, Turkey and Spain on a cruise themselves - which is what the film anyway wants. Watchable but doesn't give you a high like "Zindagi Naa Milegi Doobaara". I would watch ZNMD or Titanic again anyday than this sober fare.

Rating: 3/5

#DilDhadakneDo #ZoyaAkhtar #RanvirSingh #PriyankaChopra #AnilKapoor  #ShefaliShaah #MovieReviews #FarhanAkhtar #ShankarEhsaanLoy #SridharSattirajuReviews

"Piku" (Hindi Film Review)

Rarely comes a movie with a starcast, story and narration that draw you out of your zone of mind chatter and then makes a point or two in 125 minutes flat without any formulaic elements of story-telling or even statutory warnings. "Piku" has raised great expectations when Shoojit Sircar, the director of "Vicky Donor" and "Madras Cafe" cast Amitabh Bachchan, Deepika Padukone and Irrfan Khan in an improbable combination. Surprise, he delivers with style and aesthetics. And engages you till the end with a screenplay that packs a million emotions, it has a storyline that resonates with most people.

Piku is Deepika Padukone who stays with her seventy-year old father Bhaskar Banerjee (Amitabh Bachchan). Piku is single and a key partner in an architecture firm who never takes a break even as she dates many men in the hope of marrying one day. Amitabh is a hypochondriac old man whose sole problem in life is constipation. He also worries about all the parameters that make old men make weekly trips to diagnostic centers - BP, Sugar, blood count and so on. Deepika and Amitabh argue about health issues and about that over-anxiety about   smoothness in bowel movements that eludes Amitabh till the very end. Piku has an obsession over her father's health habits, her father has a neurotic thing or two about his health and constipation. Both get worked up and miss out on the real fun in life - it takes a toll on Piku's work habits. She calls a regular taxi service to ferry her on work trips but almost always drives the car drivers to bump up.. Enter the owner of the fleet of cars - Irrfan. With the main characters built out like this, an idea comes to both father and daughter to head out for a holiday in homeland Kolkata by road. Irrfan is forced to drive the vehicle because none of the drivers turn up.

 For the next 1500 kilometers of road trip, Irrfan becomes a curious bystander to the intriguing fights, ego-trips, patch-ups and face-offs between the three of them.  Irrfan is a stranger to the family yet he becomes an intruder who negotiates emotions and drives home a perspective or two on what is bugging the twosome. At times, Irrfan also throws tantrums or tramples upon the ego of Amitabh or  holds a mirror to Deepika on the way she has been dealing with her father all these years. Most of the times, the exchange of words between Irrfan and Amitabh is fiery but what Amitabh realises is that Irrfan is dry-cleaning his funeral clothes and making him see ways of getting out of a lot of self-created mess -  mostly in the mind. Shoojit Sircar gives us an unhurried and dispassionate overview of the emotions of millions of Indians as we deal with health issues of aging parents and clueless youth who have their head in the sand on matters of balancing affections with personal goals. Will Amitabh solve his health issues thanks to Irrfan? Does Deepika find a man finally? What is Irrfan's role in both of their lives? Is there a twist in climax? (Hint: There is...) "Piku" takes you on an exhilarating ride of emotions and treatment like never seen before. It is difficult to give a three-act structure to a story that moves out of your living room and back but Sircar pulls it off with  memorable story-telling.

What makes the film stand out is not just the brilliance of all the technical masters - in photography and in music by Anupam Roy but in the aspects of direction and narration and finer subtleties and sensibilities of Bengali households. If you have been closer to a Bengali, you will realise the DNA in their social intercourse - everybody loves good food and roots for their culture but they also have intellectual candour and the abrasiveness of behavior towards each other. Daughter corrects the GK of father, sister-in-law gives it back to her sister's husband, a family tenant talks turkey with her avuncular "owner". In such a "Didi-style" war of words, one wonders why Bengalis rarely inter-marry, keep fighting with each other but bond better overall than many other regions. Sircar captures the essence of an ordinary story and constructs a mesmerising mosaic of human emotions - there are dollops of humor that bring the roof down in almost every scene with every character - sometimes insinuative and mostly  explicit about the motions of the human digestion. For this film, Shoojit farts all his way with the ultimate compilation of jokes and trivia about constipation and all that - that  regales us despite being predictable. Messages that come out of the film are purely accidental, not intentional so Sircar ensures the movie is never preachy and boring. That shot of Deepika Padukone playing  Shuttle Badminton is a paisa-vasool scene.

 Performances by all the three stand out - Amitabh, you don't see him, you only see a Bengali babu who is finicky about his health and self-righteous about everything else. This film is the finest for AB in years  - better than  the flippant experiments of recent years - people will enshrine AB for this role forever for he has truly imbibed the core of a Bengali patriarch. Deepika gives an impressive performance that dovetails her hiterto unexplored dimensions of acting into a complex role. Hiding her emotions, guarding her vulnerability, and hardlining a tough father while letting go when needed - whoa, what a role! Irrfan essays another effortless role as an owner who is at more than one receiving end. He has mastered the art of input-output ratio for an actor - just knows what dosage to give for each scene and yet leave the audience gasping for what is not expressed. His school of acting is quite different from the montony of a Naseerudin Shah or an Anupam Kher. It spawned the likes of Nawazuddinn Siddiqi but Irrfan is a malleable actor who stumps you with new tricks each time. A surprise packet has been Moushimi  Chatterjee - so full of energy and live-wire Bengali goodness and outspoken-ness. She makes her entry in both the halves with  good impact. Raghubeer Yadav as the doctor is also good. Musical output by Roy takes the cinematic experience to new highs. Also the role by the cinematographer - he shows great visuals of the Ganges and the multi-faceted personality of Kolkata but you still cannot miss the sponsor names like Amul milk more than once. But how did he shoot those moving pictures of a car in motion? Haven't seen that in many films and considering the lengthy footage of the travel, it looked authentic - the visuals of the roads. 

Sircar's strength seems  to turn an ordinary story into a fireball that keeps snowballing until you get the main points, in crisp format. No pretensions, no flashbacks, no mundane stuff but taut editing. No wonder, he is done with in 125 minutes. If only the jokes were not just about the stools all the time, this could have been a five-star movie but who cares? This is one of the cleanest movies in recent times and deserves a universal view (Can't understand why a U/A rating was given). If you have parents or not, this film is sure to move you. Most watchable and entertaining.

Rating: 4.5/5

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