Saturday, January 22, 2011

Dhobi Ghat Release Date : 21,Jan 2011

Producer Aamir Khan, Kiran Rao
Director Kiran Rao
Music Gustavo Santaolalla
Writer Kiran Rao
Release Date 21-Jan-2011

What's the one qualifying mark of a bustling metropolis, other than the sea of people and the surging crowds? It's the alienation index of the migrants who come from different places and different walks of life in search of lebensraum. Some come looking for livelihood, like Munna, the young dhobi who literally washes the dirty laundry of the sprawling neighbourhood. Some are on the prowl for connections, meanings, matters of the heart, like Shai. Some, like the artist Arun, serenade Mumbai and its myriad moods as the eternal muse that finds expression on his blank canvas. And some, like Yasmin, keep seeking for something as simple as happiness and quiet domesticity in a crumbling marriage. But all of them are essentially lost souls, lonely souls, longing souls....

Dhobi Ghat is a compelling picture of urban angst that has become the hallmark of big city life. The experiences of the four diverse characters may be varied, but they all have a similar theme. It's a somewhat dysfunctional foursome, desperately seeking an anchor in the shifting sands of a maddening city. Arun openly confesses he is a loner and doesn't try to hide his discomfort on finding Shai trying to get comfortable in his pad, the morning after. Shai spends her sabbatical trying to connect with Munna, her washerman, despite their different backgrounds, when all she'll like to do was finish the unfinished business that lingers between her and Arun. Munna, on his part, is tormented by his passion for the uptown woman he can never hope to hook up with. But it is the existential trauma of the newly married Yasmin which strikes you the most, as the woman pours out her loneliness in video letters to her brother Imran....Letters that become the leitmotif of a crumbling city's soul.

Kiran Rao makes a sensitive debut with Dhobi Ghat, a film that is heavily imbued with mood and soul. She uses her characters smartly to dissect the much talked about spirit of Mumbai without getting maudlin. In fact, the high point of the film is its understated elegance as the lead players slip in and out of the frame, chasing dreams and aspirations. If Aamir Khan enunciates the art of understatement through his delineation of Arun, the women (Monica Dogra and Kriti Malhotra) skillfully juxtapose strength and vulnerability. Prateik's Munna is endearing, despite being a bit too chic for the average neighbourhood dhobi. But eventually, it is the fifth character that overwhelms you with its colours and mercurial mood swings. And that's Maximum City, Mumbai. Tushar Kanti Ray's camera captures Mumbai in all its original hues: black, grey, sunlit, shadowy, chaotic, desolate and surging ahead.

A lyrical ode to the modern malady -- metro-eccentricity -- Dhobi Ghat is intelligent and artistic cinema.

Hostel Release Date : 21,Jan 2011

Producer Vicky Tejwani, Kailash Raj Gandhi, Gurpal Singh
Director Manish Gupta
Music Virag Mishra
Writer Manish Gupta
Lyrics Virag Mishra
Release Date 21-Jan-2011

I can't attest to honestly enjoying Hostel. In fact, I often had to resist the reflexive temptation to leave. The film is simply disgusting. I worried that my fellow audience members would be drenched in a fresh, steaming coat of my own vomit, to be absolutely truthful. Someone asked Writer/Director Eli Roth after the screening how he managed to convince the MPAA into an R-rating. Roth laughed at this, mentioning off-handedly that Rob Zombie was to thank. After Zombie returned an astonishing nine times to earn his R-rating for The Devil's Rejects, Roth believed the MPAA just didn't care enough to fight a new director. He even wrote Zombie a thank-you note.

The film surrounds three young men, Josh (Derek Richardson), Paxton (Jay Hernandez), and Oli (Eythor Gudjonsson), and their horrific backpacking trip through Europe. We meet them as they enter Amsterdam, eager to exploit the nation's liberal laws concerning marijuana. But when the night is through, the trio arrive back at their hostel past curfew, only to find themselves locked out. Luckily, Amsterdam native Alex (Lubomir Bukovy) comes to their rescue, offering them a spot at his pad for the night. Alex informs the boys that Slovakia is the untapped gem of Europe for backpackers; that beautiful women simply await strapping young Americans like themselves to steal them away. And, of course, our heroes buy the lie and the next day trek out towards Slovakia.

Once they arrive, they find there are already reservations in Oli's name at a luxury hostel. And when they walk into their room, the boys find Natalya and Svetlana (Barbara Nedeljakova and Jana Kaderabkova) casually nude, sveltely inviting them to the spa. By the end of the evening the group gets itself into bed together, but wakes up the next morning to find Oli missing. No matter, they think, it's just crazy Oli. But things get even stranger when Josh wakes up in a dungeon, only to be drilled through the kneecaps and sliced with a scalpel through his achilles tendons by a businessman-turned-surgeon (Jan Vlasak). What, you might ask, is this dungeon? Well, it's a lucrative business that allows insatiable, adrenaline-addicted citizens of the world's upper tier to pay $5-50,000 to chain an innocent human to a chair and torture them how he/she pleases. Roth read of such a business (explaining the "inspired by true events" curtail) on a website, later explaining the idea to Tarantino, who encouraged him to put the twisted idea to paper. Whether or not the web site speaks truth is immaterial, explains Roth. It's just the fact that somebody thought of it. Anyway, Josh meets his destiny quite quickly (in a nod to Psycho's elimination of the protagonist twist) and puts the aggressive, dodgy Paxton front and center. Paxton starts digging deeper and deeper, questioning the conniving girls as to Josh's whereabouts, and soon he finds himself in a similar situation.

Chophouse films like these, particularly those most prominent of the genre from the seventies, have always been hindered by technology. Make-up just hasn't been good enough to make the gore convincing. But Hostel clearly leaps this hurdle. The film is fun and over-the-top, but holds enough solemnity to tug the audience straight into its torture scenes. The film is so gory that when we watch as two fingers are vengefully dismembered with a scalpel in the final scene, the gore seems tamely benign. Roth fondly recalls the most squeamish of scenes as "the eyegasm scene." All I'll divulge is that the scene has to do with a blowtorch and only one half of a woman's face. I'm confident with my movie-watching habits to proudly brag at an adept tolerance, and even affection, of quality gore. I'm not one to turn away from blood and flailing limbs. But what Roth does to us in Hostel could cause even a mortician to cringe. In short, it's the goriest film I've ever seen.

Many wonder what the "Quentin Tarantino Presents" headline stapled to Hostel denotes. First of all, it doesn't mean Hostel is Tarantino's creation. As Roth explains, Tarantino is a large advocate of the budding filmmaker. He occasionally has "movie nights" in which a gaggle of blossoming directors are invited to Tarantino's pad to check out some films. There, Tarantino riles up the directors and gets them psyched for their upcoming projects. After seeing Roth's first feature, Cabin Fever, Tarantino invited Roth to one such shindig and offered to help out with Hostel. Roth pumped out a first draft script, Tarantino helped with the edits, and agreed to offer the "Quentin Tarantino Presents" headline. From there, Roth took the reigns during the shooting process, and Tarantino returned to help out with post-production and MPAA rating strategies. Technically, Tarantino played Producer of Hostel, but in more ways than one, he was the film's mentor.

As aforementioned, I can't admit to having enjoyed Hostel. I certainly wouldn't watch it again. But for those diehard fans of the chophouse slasher genre, Hostel's the American masterpiece. Takashi Miike films have certainly lived up to Hostel's gory watermark, but Hostel is the first American film, to my knowledge, to grace such bloody explicitness. Roth even admits to have been deeply influenced by Miike's work, particularly Audition, and Miike actually makes a cameo as one of the business' clients. But despite my physical aversion to Roth's film, I'll admit that it's a grim refreshment among the lamely malignant, tired duds that have passed for the Horror genre so far this year.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Turning 30 Release Date : 14,Jan 2011

Producer Prakash Jha
Director Alankrita Shrivastava
Music Siddharth, Suhas
Writer Alankrita Shrivastava
Lyrics Kumaar, Prashant Pandey
Release Date 14-Jan-2011

Turning 30 is a momentous occasion in one's life. While some say it's just a number, you know better. And the speedily-aging-leading-lady in this film, Naina Singh (Gul Panag) is also dreading her own countdown to doomsday (when she will turn 30, obviously). The movie begins with a rant from the textbook for 'screenwriting on Mumbai city'. The city of dreams, blah, yawn, crunch, beep. Right away, you know that Naina would be narrating her life as it happens (through voiceover) for the dyslexic audience who can't interpret what they see on the screen. This voiceover is also being fed into her Macbook for documentation (another Bridget Jones hangover!).

Naina is a spunky copy head with an ad agency who speaks her mind (leading to many ackward confrontations) and celebrates every emotion by sucking on a cigarette. She also has a dream boyfriend, Rishabh (Sid Makkar), who cooks, cares and sings corny proposal songs (so that's 2/3). Like every Mumbai girl, she has one girly friend, Ruksana (Jeneva Talwar) and one lesbian friend, Malini Roy (Tilotama Shome). They offer contrasting opinions each time she consults them. Why don't we just make these two friends imaginary and give them a pair of horns and a halo each?

Anyway, Naina's rather perfect life crumbles as she approaches her 30th birthday. She's fired from her job and from her almost ideal relationship and suddenly the gravity of bidding farewell to the twenties gets amplified. How she manages to get it together becomes the story of this film. And a large part of this failing battle with fate is relatable as things just refuse to go her way (just like in real life). But this is a movie after all and miracles have to be scripted. So perpetually chunni-clad ex-boyfriend, Jai (Purab Kohli) arrives to provide his f*** buddy services and may be revive his relationship. Naina's inability to 'move on' and sporadically surfacing desperation lands her in a tangled mess, while Jai hangs around hoping for an happy ending. The film takes a predictable turn towards the later half, which disappoints as most of the film (refreshingly) strays away from the obvious.

Gul is endearing and you feel for her when she's down in the pits and teary-eyed (which she is through 70 per cent of the film). Among the supporting cast, Jeneva Talwar is naturally casual and her character exudes a certain warmth. The film tugs through for the dialogues which range from quick wit to pretentiously urban. One thing that could get some people uncomfortable in the audience would be the female bachelorette party song, complete with cowboy strippers and 60-year-old grannies swinging dildos in their hands. Unless this is a celebration of womanhood? The in-film endorsements include a lingerie store which doesn't seem forced and eases into the story. Wonder how? Wonder why? Wonder bra!

Naina's story will have many buyers as they would spot slivers of similarities with their own. Almost everyone has once lost in love, succeeded by a shameless display of desperation. Only difference is, when we see someone doing it on the big screen, we're quick to say, "Sheesh! Get a grip!"

Yamla Pagla Deewana Release Date : 14,Jan 2011

Director Sameer Karnik
Producer Sameer Karnik, Nitin Manmohan
Starring Dharmendra, Sunny Deol, Bobby Deol, Kulraj Randhawa, Paresh Rawal, Anupam Kher, Sucheta Khanna, Mukul Dev, Himanshu Malik, Amit Mistri, Digvijay Singh, Krip Suri, Puneet Isaar, Poonam Sinha, Emma Brown

Yamla Pagla Deewana is, more or less, modeled on Bollywood's age-old lost-and-found formula where a son is separated from his father in childhood. But for a pleasant change, the father and son do not have to wait till the climax and rather reunite within the first 15 minutes of the film. After that they remain together in almost every other frame of the film and (joined by the younger son) share great combined chemistry.


The film starts in a Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Ghum mode though with a 'disjoint' family setting. Canada based Paramveer (Sunny Deol) is estranged from his father Dharam (Dharmendra) and brother Gajodhar (Bobby Deol). When he gets a cue that they are in India, the banker comes on an extended break to Banaras in their pursuit ala SRK of Main Hoon Na . Without beating around the bush for a split second, the first person he meets in his motherland is his father and brother. While one doesn't mind the convenient and coincidental reunion as it gives way for early camaraderie between characters, a lackadaisical love story only delays the excitement in store.

By the time Gajodhar lures ladylove Saheba (Kulraj Randhawa), he is already separated from her. Paramveer decides to help him out. The story traces a DDLJ -meets- Haseena Maan Jayegi path as the brothers pose as prospective grooms for Saheba in the Punjab hinterlands. Saheba's band-of-brothers (headed by Anupam Kher) opt for the elder brother over the younger as the bridegroom. As everyone from Dharam to Paramveer's Canadian wife (Emma Brown) come into the scene, a comedy of error ensues.

Pretty much like the three Deols are given their individual trademark dance steps in the title track of the film, director Samir Karnik assigns each one to do what they are good at. So Dharmendra tickles your funny bone, Sunny breaks bones and Bobby makes no bones about playing the lover-boy.

The romance track in the first half is uninspiring and unconvincing and only slackens the pace. But the graph of the narrative soars in the second half as Saheba's Sardar siblings come into picture. While they are conventionally characterized as a bunch of authoritative and English illiterate countrymen, their antics and episodes are hilarious enough to keep you engrossed. Thankfully there are no sermons on sanskaar and culture of the country.

The humour is fortunately not slapstick and the gags vary from hilarious to humdrum. Instances like Sunny Deol's drunken stupor and its aftereffects have a sidesplitting effect while another where Dharmendra takes Bobby's proposal to the heroine (supposed spoof on a similar scene from Sholay ) falls flat. A short scene where Sunny hijacks an elevator makes no sense. Then again Sunny's exaggerated action sequences are senseless yet spoofy. The dialogues are as inconsistently comical as the screenplay.

The separation of the father-son is never ever detailed through a flashback account and remains restricted to just a verbal mention. That dilutes the lost-and-found formula to an extent. The mother accidentally talking to her younger son on phone in the climax is evidently a Manmohan Desai moment. A folk story account on some Mirza-Saheba adds no dimension to the storytelling.

Music clearly is the weakest link of the film with as many as half a dozen composers spoiling the broth. Other than the title track revived from the yesteryear film Pratigya , each and every song is absolutely lackluster. Cinematography is decent while action is intentionally larger-than-life. Editing could have been crisper.

The film clearly belongs to Sunny Deol who despite underplaying himself, delivers punches – both combative and comic, with perfection. Bobby Deol has a fresh appeal to his character and exudes enormous energy in his performance. Dharmendra resorts to buffoonery and occasionally looks jaded. But it's a treat to watch him perform with his sons. Kulraj Randhawa is charming but lacks screen presence. Sucheta Khanna as her Canada-loving cousin is exceptionally hilarious. Anupam Kher makes you laugh with his impeccable comic timing. Mukul Dev gets the best one-liners. Amit Mistry is funny.

Yamla Pagla Deewana employs formula but doesn't get formulaic. It has action and comedy but doesn't get slapstick. It brings together the Deols but not without a story. This one is an entertainer and not without a reason.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

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Saturday, January 8, 2011

No One Killed Jessica Release Date : 07,Jan 2011

Producer Ronnie Screwvala
Director Rajkumar Gupta
Music Amit Trivedi
Writer Raj Kumar Gupta
Lyrics Amitabh Bhattacharya
Release Date 07-Jan-2011

Most storytellers entertain, a few enlighten. A scattering number of celluloid visionaries entertain as well as enlighten. Rajkumar Gupta fits into that exceptional variety of film-makers that opens up thought-processes about the condition of the homeland without losing the cinematic elements that constitute a film.

To reconstruct on celluloid a true occurrence that is oven fresh in public reminiscence is not a trouble-free mission, but Gupta takes up this colossal challenge of placing together the controversial and litigious story of Jessica Lal's murder case on celluloid. However, having sensitive and explosive material on hand is not enough. The execution of the subject is of paramount importance. Fortunately, the one-film-old director interprets the events of the murder case in remarkable style and form and makes it a cinematic experience that haunts you even after the film has concluded. Gupta does complete justice to the spirit of the story, which had created headlines and still remains well etched in our memory to this day.


A few monsoons ago, Rajkumar Santoshi's Halla Bol commenced with a shootout sequence at a party. Of course, Halla Bol wasn't about this incident alone, it was just a tiny segment in the narrative. No One Killed Jessica focuses on this true-life incident [with no deviations] and its strength lies in the fact that it sucks you into the world of dirty politics and power games as soon as it unfolds.

No One Killed Jessica is not Gupta's first and foremost endeavor at illustrating a real incident that shook the nation. Even in his directorial debut Aamir, Gupta depicted a common man's [Rajeev Khandelwal] hard try at combating terrorism and violence. However, that was a work of fiction. But No One Killed Jessica is a different ballgame altogether because reams of paper and hours of television footage have been devoted to this case. Thankfully, Gupta makes it an engaging thriller rather than relying on the docu-drama format.

No One Killed Jessica belongs to the unique hard-hitting, gut-wrenching genre of cinema. Script-wise, the director has tried to remain faithful to the episode that occurred during that fateful night and also what transpired subsequently, but besides depicting reality on celluloid, he adds the thrill element to the plotline, which makes it very viewer-friendly. The events have been chronologically put forth and the daring story of two women who challenged the system hits you like a ton of bricks. The film truly celebrates the human spirit and also reflects a vital change in the society and in the attitudes of people.

Final word? This gutsy film deserves a standing ovation!

New Delhi, 1999. The guns at Kargil are still blazing when another one goes off, this time in the nation's capital. Jessica [Myra], a young attractive model, trying her hand at bartending, is shot dead at a celebrity party. Her crime - refusing to serve a drink after closing hours. The culprit Manish [Mohammed Zeeshan Ayub], son of a prominent politician, inebriated by a deadly cocktail of alcohol and a sense of entitlement, pulls the trigger in a fit of rage.

With 300 of Delhi's swish set present at the party, many of whom are witnesses to the murder, Manish looks all set to go to the gallows. Except that it doesn't quite turn out that way. But two women, Jessica's sister Sabrina [Vidya Balan] and the feisty TV reporter Meera [Rani Mukherjee], decide to outwit Manish and his politician-father [Shireesh Sharma] at their game. Over the course of seven years, the case goes through several stages of legal complications. Witnesses turn hostile one after another and the few who don't, became inconsistent with their versions.

Manish is acquitted, leading to a fierce public uproar and a relentless campaign by the media, which eventually leads to a life sentence for Manish.

A film like No One Killed Jessica pricks your conscience and makes you think. In fact, it's the kind of film that will lead to debates and discussions. What was more appalling - the model's slaying or the slapdash method in which the suspected assassins were brought to justice? What's even more scandalous is that almost immediately after the killing, the police identified the slaughterer and it seemed like an open-and-shut case. But it wasn't.

Gupta deserves kudos for choosing a thorny and contentious story to interpret on celluloid, but he deserves a few extra brownie points for handling the material with aplomb. His prowess and competence is visible all through the film, but more specifically in the electrifying courtroom sequences and also when Rani decides to take up this issue. The candle light protest at India Gate in particular is simply overwhelming.

Since it is based on a real story that occurred in Delhi, Gupta has shot the entire film in the city. The characters are real and so are the locations and that's what makes the goings-on very identifiable, besides bestowing an authentic feel to the film. Like his earlier film AAMIR, No One Killed Jessica has been shot in guerrilla style and that makes the viewer feel that he's actually watching the drama unfold in front of his eyes, that he's a spectator in the proceedings. Gupta also ensures that the two pivotal parts remain true to their respective characters.

Any shortcoming? Yes, if Gupta would've trimmed the film by at least 10 minutes, the impact would've been much stronger.

A hard-hitting drama, generally, doesn't have scope for music. But Amit Trivedi joins hands with Amitabh Bhattacharya, the wordsmith with whom he delivered the fabulous soundtrack of Dev D, and together they deliver a solid soundtrack. 'Dilli Dilli' has already won hearts of audiences and the remaining songs too leave an impact. Anay Goswami's cinematography is first-rate. Dialogue, also penned by Gupta, are realistic to the core.

Gupta may be young and relatively new to the fray, but that does not deter him from getting the best and most appropriate cast for his second outing and I am sure, it's only thanks to a potent and persuasive script. Vidya has been basking in the glory of films like Paa and Ishqiya lately, which gave her ample opportunity to prove her dexterity. She gets a wonderful opportunity to prove her prowess yet again. Vidya plays the iconic Sabrina Lall brilliantly, reliving some very stressful and arduous chapters of Sabrina's life. Balan is poignant yet controlled and projects an imposing figure of maturity, refinement and veracity. This film completes a hat-trick of her commendable performances.

In the role of a spirited and audacious journo, Rani, who smokes non-stop, flings swear words every now and then and who rebuffs being a voiceless spectator when the culprits go scot-free, is simply exceptional. She sinks her teeth into the character, giving it the much required pragmatism that it necessitates. Her performance is bound to be talked-about in days to come. In fact, it would be unfair if I do not acknowledge the fact that she appears very much at ease mouthing abusive words and lurid language.

Neil Bhoopalam, the key witness, is fantastic. Especially in the sequence when he comes for an audition of a film role and blurts out the truth unsuspectingly. Mohammed Zeeshan Ayub, the main accused, is very good. Myra, as Jessica, is natural. Rajesh Sharma, the investigating police officer, is excellent. Satyadeep Misra, as Rani's boss, gives a fine account of himself. Shireesh Sharma, the politician-father, is perfect.

On the whole, No One Killed Jessica is a poignant story of two women's resolve for justice. It's a remarkable blend of facts and fiction inspired by a series of real-life episodes, which has thankfully not been presented as a tedious biography or in a mind-numbing docu-drama format. It's more of an engaging thriller which has the right doses of histrionics, tautness, anguish and thrills. The emotional and disturbing journey, the strength of the common man and the relentless endeavor of the media have all been most compellingly put together on moving picture. In times of yore, a lot of films have been attempted on real-life incidents, but haven't struck a chord so effectively. No One Killed Jessica should shatter this jinx. This heroic and daring film truly deserves a prolonged applause.

Impatient Vivek Release Date : 07,Jan 2011

Producer Ashok Chauhan, Malvee S.
Director Rahat Kazmi
Music Neeraj Shrivastava, Raja Ali, Shahdaab Bhartiya, Aanamik
Writer Rahat Kazmi, B. K. Tyagi
Lyrics Nusrat Badr, Sanjay Mishra, Neeraj Shrivastava, Binish Khan, Raja Ali
Release Date 07-Jan-20

A thought often crosses my mind while watching some films. Do people involved in those films actually know what they're making? This thought crossed my mind not once, twice or thrice, but several times while watching Impatient Vivek. One wonders what this film is all about. Is it a love story? Or is it about a dysfunctional family's quarrels? Is it meant to make you laugh? Sadly, in this film the laughs are hard to come by.

To be honest, I didn't quite understand what this film was trying to say in the first place. Assorted characters and various plots have been mixed and merged to make a 2-hour fare, which, sadly, leaves you feeling exasperated at its conclusion.


Vivek [Vivek Sudershan], who people fondly call IV, falls hopelessly in love with Shruti [Sayali Bhagat] at the scenic locales of Goa. After a cold response from her, the dejected IV returns to his hometown in Rajasthan and two years later, fate knocks on his doors as he accidentally bumps into her. Dejected after knowing that she is already engaged, a spurned lover in Vivek decides to take over. He kidnaps Shruti. Her family makes desperate attempts to trace her. In the end, all's well that ends well.

Director Rahat Kazmi, who is also credited with the script of the film, attempts to incorporate just about everything in those two hours. But it comes across as a poor assemblage of sequences, instead of a coherent plot that keeps you hooked in the proceedings. The film jumps from one track to another, offers no explanations absolutely and to top it all, the songs show up like unwanted guests.

If that's not enough, there're sequences that make you cringe in your seat. The massage sequence at the start and the entire sequence when Sayali hits Vivek on his crotch and he rubs ice on it… sequences such as these are an embarrassment. What kind of humour is this?

Saddled with a shoddy screenplay, there's precious little the director can do to salvage the situation. The sole factor that catches your attention is its music, with a couple of hummable songs that are easy on the ears. But the placement of most songs is imperfect. Cinematography [M. Sethuraman] is alright.

Vivek Sudershan, who enacts the title role, lacks the looks and charisma to carry off the lead part. Even otherwise the script offers him no scope to act. Sayali Bhagat looks pretty, that's it. The actor enacting the role of Sayali's step-brother does well. Muni Jha is wasted. Hrishikesh Joshi is strictly okay. Charu Asopa and Prateek try hard to act.

On the whole, one needs loads of patience to sit through Impatient Vivek.

Director: Rahat Kazmi
Cast: Vivek Sudarshan, Sayali Bhagat, Hrishikesh Joshi, Charu Asopa, Rounaog Ahuja, Muni Jha, Pratik Dixit