Thursday, October 16, 2014

Film conversations: Bang Bang!

Expectations!  They seem to be directly proportional to the eventual disappointment.
  
So it is with Bang Bang!

There was so much going for this!  And so little have they achieved with it!

The hype was unbelievable.  When the promos and songs first arrived on YouTube, record numbers watched them in no time.  Hrithik Roshan and Katrina Kaif!  What chemistry, they said!  Full of action, they said!  Remake, but better than Knight and Day, they said!  If only!  If only they had remained faithful to the original story, script and screenplay, without indulging themselves too much.  In doing so, the story keeps going somewhat off-track; it makes sense only in parts – or because you have already seen Knight and Day.

The action scenes - surprisingly and disappointingly - are not slick.  They are not even convincing.  They are not a patch on the action scenes seen in Krrish 3 or Dhoom 3.   And that is a shame, because they had the towering presence of Hrithik Roshan going for them, and yet managed to rake up dud sequences. 

Predictably Katrina Kaif plays a Canadian settled in India – how many times will they justify her accent by making her an NRI?  She lives with her Dadi in an unrealistic setting in the north.  So do Hrithik’s parents – in a large country house, all by themselves, with no domestic help – in a place that is helpfully named Ghar Danny plays the predictable villain, and Javed Jaffrey, rather unpredictably, plays his side-kick who promptly gets bumped off in the middle.  However it was good to see Deepti Naval on screen again after a long gap, even though in a small role. 

It was the songs that got us going.  And they are the saving grace of the film.  Them and Hrithik Roshan The songs are tailor-made for him, as he mesmerises you with effortless moves with his superbly toned body.  He has the reverse-Madhuri Dixit effect on the audiences.  When she used to dance, she easily overshadowed the leading man; now Hrithik is doing the same to his leading ladies.  You simply cannot take your eyes off him when he is…well, on a song!  He is simply the most well-rounded actor we have right now.

The producer and director are lucky to have had a hit with this one.  And it is barely a hit, considering that at one stage, it was expected to cross 50 crores in the first week itself and over-all 300 crores.  It managed only 27.54 crores in the first week and is struggling to reach 180 crores in India as of now (source: bollywoodhungama.com). 

Watch it only for Hrithik! 


Update (July 2020): Since this film, I have lost count of the number of foreign reaction-makers on YouTube that have gushed over Hrithik in the title track, Bang Bang.  Arguably, Hrithik has single-handedly steered a largely indifferent western/foreign audience towards paying attention to what Bollywood/Indian cinema has to offer.  

As far as I am concerned, he is the only star-kid that deserves his place in the limelight; the rest can take a walk!  




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Unwanted neighbours and visitors

The differences are stark. 
Democratic state, as opposed to a theocratic state.
One with unprecedented economic ascendancy, other with the exact opposite.
In our country syncretism is largely upheld and minority numbers are increasing if anything; on their side radicalism has entrenched itself firmly and people of other religion have been hounded, converted, persecuted or chased away.
Yet the said state and its militia-terrorist nexus expect red carpets to be laid out as they approach a disputed territory to incite divisions.  Like a recalcitrant brat, impervious to frequent clips around the ear, this epicentre of global terrorism always expects to be treated equally and even royally!  It expects the world to treat it “on par” with its neighbour.  Ever since we have managed to exorcise ourselves from our horrid conjoined twin, it has made numerous attempts to seek attention, cry foul, throw tantrums, and, if all else fails, to covertly decimate its older brother. 
Actually it is not surprising if you consider the above differences; envy was always going to make its presence felt, which then makes the brat do these things.  Truly, the predominant colour of that nation as been well chosen – green: the colour of envy.  The brat has to get what the older brother has just got, if not it is going to create a fuss.  If it is beyond the reach of its capability, such as sending space-crafts to moon and Mars, or economic prosperity driven by an able leader, it would make sure that it would at least spoil the party for the other – through ceasefire violations, as we have seen recently. 
But we do share an ambivalent relationship with this country.  On the one hand, tennis players unite to win doubles tournaments, and films stars and singers of that country are ‘palanquined’ into ours as though they are god’s best creations.  On the other hand, each time there is a border skirmish, a hilltop war, or a terrorist attack, we cry foul, pin blame on them immediately (often rightly), and deride these attacks in our cinema. 
When a tennis player married a cricketer from the other side, news reports showed men from the other side dancing ecstatically to drum beats, with some even suggesting that we should bow down to them as we, being the ladkiwale, should be subservient to the more superior ladkewale.  It was like suggesting that your ladki has chose our ladka over the millions of men in your country; there must be something superior about us!  Some even suggested that she should play for her sasural country henceforth!  Actually they were exposing their own entrenched patriarchal and anti-feminine cultural mindset by saying all this.  But what happened after all that chest-thumping?  The ladki, now the bahu of that country, continues to play for our country – in short skirts, and with male partners to boot – something which occasionally causes a religious leader to throw a fit. 
Coming back to our imported celebrities, how many of them have actually criticized their country for inciting violence through cross-border ceasefire, or through covert terrorist attacks? 
How many of them have openly condemned 26/11?
Did any of them say that the terrorists, their countryman, was wrong in carrying out those attacks?
How many acknowledge the wide gulf that exists between the socioeconomic situations of the two countries.  How many are grateful to a country, its society and its people, who have accepted them after overlooking all of these?  Like free-loaders, they enjoy the fruits that come their way, and maintain aloofness whenever their parent country unleashes another of its brazen plans. 
 In a misguided sense of secularism and largesse, we tend to overlook all of these and go all out to please them.  We end up giving needless importance to a rogue nation that just needs to be left alone.  Even those people who raise a voice against this are silenced, and even boycotted.  A singer, who has ‘ole ole’d a lot in the past, doesn't seem to be getting any work these days; probably because he openly questioned the need for importing celebrities from that country. 
Forget the celebrities.  What about the ordinary people from that country, who come here with their passports and then chuck them to get lost among the multitudes?  The number of people who have overstayed their welcome, or who have totally disappeared once on this side of the border, is staggering.  Is it not possible that at least some of these have contacts with, or indeed, are themselves terrorists?  It’s Sarfarosh all over again.
Forget even the people of that country for a while.  These days our cities are attracting students and workers from all across the globe.  Most of them, if not all, seem to revel in their audacity, which is unleashed as soon as they see the soft nature of our people and the lax implementation of our law.  Recently there was a rampage by a group of students from a North African country – the kind of thing that we would never dream of doing when in a foreign country.  Should we put it down to cultural differences, religious differences, or something else?  
This just goes to show that there needs to be some kind of a screening process before foreign elements are allowed into the country; thorough vigilance of their actions is necessary, which may involve something more than just registering at the local police station; if they resort to violence or crime of any sort, they need to be deported. 
As things stand now, we seem to be allowing far too many indiscriminately without any kind of background check.  Our leaders and law enforcers are slumbering as infiltrators disappear into the local population.  If this is not checked, we may soon end up with a very real problem – in addition to communal clashes, strikes, rapes and murders – that of the rogue foreign immigrant.  We need to learn from other countries’ examples.  The UK, which had allowed a very similar immigration to occur on a mass scale in the 1950s and ’60s, is now faced with a problem that it is unable to solve.  Most of the descendants of the immigrants of that time are now UK citizens, but their loyalties are split, and in some cases, are even anti-British.  It is worth noting that the London Tube bombers were the so-called ‘home grown’ terrorists – descendants of immigrants.  There are ghetto areas in many of UK’s cities, which are considered to ‘no-go’ areas that you would do well to avoid.
The point is this.  You are welcome to come to our country.  You are welcome to stay and make use of the facilities here – whether academic, economic, or other.  We believe in the principle of Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam – the whole world is one family; one humanity.  But once you are here, do not show off, do not act high and mighty, do not degrade our culture/religion/nationality, do not expect special favours, do not overstay your welcome, and certainly do not indulge in covert anti-state activities.  In the meantime authorities all over – law enforcers, policy makers, ministers, educationists, employers, film producers, music directors – please be more vigilant and keep an eye open for misdemeanour from your foreign recruits.  

If not it would have to be A Wednesday all over again!  

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Saturday, October 4, 2014

Book conversations: Stories from Modern India

Apparently this is an updated version by the same editor.  It has been meticulously compiled by Kohli over the years, given the shortage of quality short stories from regional authors - a fact that is acknowledged by him in his introduction.  I was unable to understand, however, why these are 'modern' stories, as most of them are at least a few decades old.  

It is an eclectic collection of short stories from practically every nook of India.  It covers several themes: old age, marital issues, mythology, love, prostitution, bureaucracy, politics, etc.  It also covers stories from a wide range of regional languages; so you get to taste a slice of Assamese, Bengali, Hindi, Gujurati, Punjabi, Kannada, Tamil, Malayalam, Telugu, Oriya, Urdu, Sindhi and even Dogri literature.  And these are prominent authors in their respective languages that contribute to the book here.

One of the touching stories is by Padma Sachdev - Care Taker- which is about the relationship between an older ex-wife and the present wife of a man.  RK Narayan brings out his tale of woes with the erstwhile Mysore state bureaucracy in his own inimitable style.  Bhisham Sahni - who gave us the unforgettable Tamas - regales you with the story of a poor mother who has to put up with her son's admonishments as he tries in vain to impress his white boss.  Aabid Surti talks of old age relationship and how one widower becomes the stick of strength to a grieving widow.  

Manoj Das, whom Graham Greene described as being on par with R K Narayan, 'with an added touch of mystery', lives up to his reputation with a satirical take on ministerial egotism.  The Kannada master story-teller, Masti Venkatesha Iyengar delves into mythology and takes Shakuntala's tale forward by adding to it a tale of love and victory over desire.  Happy New Gear by Ashokamitran is a hilarious tale of a bossy driving instructor and his bumbling student-servants who go for a driving class in a rickety car with several mishaps along the way.  

But perhaps the most touching story is about the poor government clerk, who, having failed to keep up an honourable existence in the midst of corruption in the system he is part of, commits suicide by jumping from his office building.  Ajeet Cour provides the right dose of humour, satire and sarcasm in this story -  a style of writing which appeals to me - a hard-hitting, no-holds-barred dressing down of the corrupt system.  

The Bed of Arrows, by Gopinath Mohanty, is about a dying woman and her apprehensions about her husband's affairs and his unwritten rules for her.  It is boring and is a difficult read, not least because it is riddled with spelling and grammatical errors.  For some reason, and rather surprisingly, the most disinhibited tales come from the two Urdu writers; Ismat Chugtai, who tells a tale of a prostitute-turned-housewife, and Sagar Sarhadi who tells a first-person account of such delicacies as getting beaten up by the women-folk of his family, having the 'hots' for the fat next-door woman, scrounging money from a tale-spinning unkempt neighbour, drinking cheap liquor fermented by battery acids, and having tiffs with prostitutes and eunuchs over 'credit services'.  

These appealed less to me, because as far as I am concerned, any story - long or short - should have a sense of purpose or a message to it; I find it difficult to understand the merits of excessive violence, misery, suffering, atrocity, torture, disinhibition or scatology, just thrown in aimlessly to make up a story.  This, and the fact that some short stories end rather abruptly, with the reader having to pick up the pieces of the missing narrative to reach his or her own conclusion, rankles.  

Or, as my wife experienced while reading this book, if the stories leave you dumbfounded as to the purpose of such writing, then it brings down the readability quotient of the book.  And this applies to short stories not found in this volume too.

Mercifully, if you leave out the few exceptions, the other stories in this collection do have a sense of purpose and do induce emotional warmth in you.  If you want a feel of regional literature and culture of India - a land that is richly endowed with different languages and cultures - then this book would provide ample material.


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Film conversations: Mary Kom


First things first, I dislike boxing.  Like golf, I do not consider it to be a sport; it is too violent, it involves hurting a fellow player, and its practitioners have ended up with neurological complications later in life (for e.g. Muhammad Ali developed Parkinson's disease).  

Yes, as a self-defence technique it may be acceptable, but I would not consider it a sport or a game that one could pursue as a career.   

Having said that, there is always something to be learnt from the struggles of a high-achiever, who in this case happens to be a boxer, and that would be the reason why one would want to watch Mary Kom.

We all now know about Mangte Chungneijang Mary Kom, or in other words, MC Mary Kom.  But to see her achievements on celluloid is a different experience in itself.  

After Milkha Singh, it was only to be expected that Mary becomes the subject of another biopic - she had everything going for her to make this possible: a rousing career, five times world champion, a mother who fought against odds, a person from the north-east region which is often neglected in the Indian scheme of things, a sport which is seen as a male preserve, initial lack of amenities or finances, etc.  No wonder the makers saw enough potential in the story to make it into a commercial film.

One problem that I have with biopics is that one is uncertain if what is being shown is authentic or not.  Consider Bhaag Milkha Bhaag: wasn't it Naseeruddin Shah who called it a 'fake film'?  I did some background check on Mary's career and found that a few changes have been made to the story.  Cinematic liberty - whatever that is - is a filmmaker’s prerogative, we are told, which they can take recourse to each time they need to enhance the commercial viability of the film.  Perhaps, so it is with Mary's film.
  • Did Mary's father oppose her taking to boxing so vehemently that he burnt her gloves?
  • Did Mary have to fight a giant of a street fighter to make some money in her early days?
  • Was she as feisty and short-tempered in real life as she is portrayed in the film?
  • Did her coach make her sit on the bench everyday to find out if she is 'ziddi' or not?
  • Did she have to fight a corrupt system and bear insults at the hands of the federation's chairman?
  • Was she told by her chief nemesis; the German boxer, to 'go home Momma' when she was knocked down?
  • Was she fighting a climactic battle in the square even as her child was battling for life in the hospital?
These are the questions that arise in your mind as you watch the film.  I haven't found any convincing answers to any of these.

The content of the film, as one would expect, is good; performances are first rate.  Many are already touting Priyanka Chopra as the likely winner in the myriad award ceremonies to be held early next year.  

After all, biopics usually bring accolades to the lead actor; as in Ben Kingsley for GandhiRussell Crowe for Beautiful Mind, Philip Seymour Hoffman for Capote, and more recently Farhan Akhtar for Bhaag Milkha Bhaag.  Get the picture?

All in all, just like Nadia, based on Nadia Comaneci's 'perfect 10' in the Montreal Olympics inspired many a young girl who wanted to make it big in sports, so does Mary Kom.  

Make sure your child, if he/she is interested in sports, watches it; but also make sure the child understands the perils involved in boxing.    




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Film conversations: Fighter

As I have iterated multiple times before, I rarely venture into a multiplex to see a move due to previous harrowing experiences.  Especially...