Showing posts with label Film Review. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 23, 2013

Raanjhanaa - A Review (* * * *)



Aanand L. Rai’s ‘Raanjhanaa’ tells a story that is weaned on a close observation of small town romances. Consider the scene where Kundan (Dhanush) has a pivotal rendezvous with Zoya (Sonam Kapoor) at a fort. Great efforts were expended by Kundan to set up this meeting.  This includes stalking Zoya through most of his adolescence, pretending to be a Muslim, mustering the courage to tell her that he loves her and being snubbed 15 times. When Zoya does agree to meet him, he gifts her one of those musical greeting cards as a gesture of his love. I think the card plays ‘Unchained Melody’ when it opens but I can’t be sure. The scene is one of the many instances of sweetfaced innocence that leavens much of Himanshu Sharma’s screenplay.

Interestingly, Zoya shares her name with the lead female character in last year’s ‘Ishaqzaade’, another film that chronicled the tortured path an inter-religious relationship entails. But in ‘Raanjhanaa’ other elements enter the fray. Shocked by the possibilities of a romance with a Hindu boy, Zoya’s parents send her off to Aligarh and onwards to Delhi for further studies, where Zoya outgrows her adolescent love for Kundan and falls head over heels for an urbane student leader, played by Abhay Deol, who we shall call Akram. It is refreshing that Zoya’s attraction to Akram is not based on conventional Bollywood stereotypes of good looks and money. Zoya is inspired by Akram and is drawn to the possibility of being with a man who has ideologies, ambition and is remarkably self-assured.
 
Meanwhile, Kundan remains in love with his childhood sweetheart and resists the reality checks his friends Murari (Mohammed Zeeshan Ayub) and Bindiya (Swara Bhaskar) try to force upon him. This turn of events is interesting because it calls upon us, the audience, to consider who we sympathize with. Do we sympathize with Kundan for staying on course with his love, although he shows a remarkable lack of direction in his life and shows that he may not be good at anything else but loving Zoya? Could we blame Zoya, having evolved from her small town upbringing to a modern outlook, for choosing to be with a man who she can truly identify with and who possibly loves her as much as Kundan?

There is a soft social commentary underlying the frolicky narrative of ‘Raanjhanaa’, which gives it more depth than we have any right to expect. Remember Ram Gopal Verma’s ‘Rangeela’ and the improbable union between a film actress and a, well, vagrant with a heart of gold? ‘Raanjhana’ heads down a path that is more aware of the realities of its characters and the social divide India inhabits, albeit with a choppy and frenzied third act where Kundan becomes involved in political canvassing for the party that Akram started, all for Zoya.

While Dhanush, Sonam Kapoor and Abhay Deol are well cast in lead roles, this is clearly Dhanush’s film. It’s a clever casting ploy, even making room for his slightly dodgy accent by depicting him as the son of a tamil priest. Dhanush, as some would certainly know, is a big name down south. But the fact that he is virtually unknown to hindi cinema audience frees him from all the baggage of expectations that would have doubtlessly latched to a Bollywood A-lister and he acts with a remarkable lack of inhibition. He is a natural and I doubt if this film would have worked without him. In their supporting roles, Mohammed Zeeshan Ayub and Swara Bhaskar are exceptional and bring a certain chemistry to the friendship between Kundan, Murari and Bindiya.

‘Raanjhanaa’ is Anand Rai’s second film after ‘Tanu Weds Manu’, which was also written by Himanshu Sharma and was also set in a town in UP. It represents an increasingly prevalent & productive creative movement towards stories that emerge outside urban centres and are rich in social themes. Its biggest folly might be romanticizing characters like Kundan who are fools and who perpetually keep a blade close to their wrists. But then you look back to Kundan dancing like a madman, dazed with love, in the middle of a busy Varanasi street and, suddenly, all is forgiven.      

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Delhi Belly


Delhi Belly - A Review (* * * 1/2)

Abhinay Deo’s ‘Delhi Belly’ is a brash, irreverent comedy that is so hilariously indecent, it must have set some sort of standard for bad taste in Bollywood. Say what you will about the film’s affection for all things gross, it all fits rather smoothly into the scheme of a caper. There’s a scene where a jar of turd provides the pivotal twist. If the very sound of that puts you off, you’re not the intended audience for ‘Delhi Belly’. To others, I say watch the scene and try telling me that wasn’t even mildly funny.

The plot: Our heroes Tashi, Arup and Nitin are regular 20-something blokes who share a dingy flat somewhere in Delhi. Their bachelor pad is a victory of production design, evoking a cross between a dumpster and a Railway washroom. Tashi (Imran Khan) is a reporter who aspires to strike gold covering some good breaking news story, but is stuck on the bottom rung interviewing starlets and the likes. Nitin (Kunaal Roy Kapur) is the far more content photographer assigned to him and the sleaze of the trio. Arup (Vir Das) is a cartoonist who works for, I think, an advertising firm and we see a dartboard with his Boss’ face on it to indicate his job satisfaction.

Things suddenly take a turn for the worse. Arup gets dumped, Tashi runs afoul of his beautiful colleague’s roughneck of an ex-husband and Nitin, well, comes down with a horrible case of Delhi Belly. The fact that the trio’s flat is always without water provides some of the loudest laughs in the film.

More sinister events are put into motion when Tashi’s girlfriend Sonia (Shenaz Treasurywala), an air hostess, hands him a mysterious package she picked at the airport at the request of a friend, to be delivered to its intended recipient. Fans of Guy Ritchie & Quentin Tarantino films would be quick to realize that the package is the McGuffin and thus it’s sorta crucial that there is some mix up delivering it for the film to work. A series of unpleasant developments sets our boys up against a gangster, played to perfection by Vijay Raaz. By this time the plot has sucked in Tashi’s colleague Menaka (Poorna Jagannathan), the trio’s landlord and a slimy jeweller played by that brilliant character actor Rajendra Sethi (remember him as the ‘Sansani’ reporter in ‘Oye Lucky, Lucky Oye’?).

The screenplay by Akshat Verma is clearly inspired by Guy Ritchie films and perhaps the biggest leaf it picks is to introduce conversational chemistry between the lead characters. Tashi, Arup and Nitin speak that peculiar Delhi lingo that’s random, zippy and (ahem) robustly profane. It’s not exactly Hinglish but, as the certificate says, mostly English with a bit of Hindi. Acoustically speaking, the dialogue evokes our own desi version of the cockney sound in Ritchie films.

Watching ‘Delhi Belly’, I was reminded of Krishna DK & Raj Nidimoru’s excellent ‘99’, a superior crime caper because it was quieter, had better stakes and featured more fleshed out characters. But as far as capers go, I suppose audiences prefer quirks over depth and a capacity for going over the top. And that kinda says something about Aamir Khan’s knack of helming successful productions. You have to hand it to that guy. If this film doesn’t work for you, wait till you see him slip into his disco shoes and butt pads & try telling me that wasn’t even mildly funny.