- Good movie, but bad title. Shaitan! At least to my mind that promises one of two things, a pulpy schlockiness tending towards Ramsay horror or a drama about the evolution of one’s inner Gabbar Singh. This is neither, and that tagline about unleashing your inner shaitan makes no sense.
- My heart sank, early on, when the camera started doing those 180-degree loop-de-loops. Oh no, not another young filmmaker in love with the latest and the greatest in technology! But then, we see that this helter-skelter style is in sync with kids who are running amok, and that once the cops and other normal people come into the picture, the camera isn’t as interested in acrobatics anymore. This, then, is a filmmaker who knows what he’s doing…
- … Even if, at times, the sheer high of making a film seems to have gotten the better of him. What, for instance, was the need for the subjective-camera tracking shot as a man is pushed off the first floor? Why not introduce us to the man who does the pushing? And that “Flashback Mein Flashback” (which, I admit, is unbelievably funny, especially that needle vacillating between Acting and Overacting) in the middle of a serious crisis? Really?
- Speaking of very funny, this is a film with a great sense of humour. Yes, a lot of it, like the one about Kala Khatta-flavoured condoms or a completely hilarious riff on a Yash Chopra song, is outrageous in an audience-pandering way. As in, come to my movie and I’ll titillate you with things you won’t find elsewhere. But you know the sense of humour is genuine when it seeps into even the ultra-rooted situations. My favourite: the tone of the divorce lawyer, speeding through reams of formalities as if racing through a laundry list with the dhobi when you hear, from the kitchen, the pressure cooker’s third whistle.
- For some reason, as the aimlessness of privileged youngsters came to be the narrative mainstay of the early portions, I thought of Bertolucci’s The Dreamers. I wish someone would make that movie, without the sex of course. We, in India, don’t have sex at all, as our Censor Board will have you know.
- The relationship between Rajeev Khandelwal and his wife, I felt, was the best part of the film. And she doesn’t say a word. Their scene at the doorstep, the contentious Van Gogh by her feet as she leans on his shoulder – that was a powerfully emotional moment in a film that doesn’t easily wear its emotions on its sleeve.
- Speaking of painters and visions of night, here’s an Indian equivalent: the most beautiful frame of the film, for me, was when Rajeev Khandelwal sinks into the steps across the road from Dolly Wines. Between them and beyond, there’s only darkness.
- And speaking of wearing emotions on sleeves, here’s another beautiful moment. The stepmother of a missing girl is asked by the police if there were any family problems. Her irritated response: “Kaun se family mein problems nahin hote?”
- How nice to hear someone say arse. There’s a vital vulgarity about the word – the rumbling r, the sibilant s, already offering a hint of the bodily functions associated with the part – that’s completely absent in the effetely Americanised ass. Since when did we start saying ass? Bloody McDonaldisation!
- I’m not sure about the arty Kalki bits. The other four “gang members” are introduced to us quite normally, even with a bit of empathy. A girl forced by a sister into doing things she doesn’t want to do (which tells us that she’s a follower, and even in the gang, she does little but “follow”). A self-obsessed boy jerking off to a videogame (who could also be a metaphor for a young filmmaker getting off on his own look-how-cool-this-shot-is technology). A soul-dead man whipping himself with his belt opposite one of those roadside self-flaggelators. The boy who doesn’t fit in and therefore mocks others at a function as they try to fit in. And in contrast, Kalki’s lost-little-girl is defined through gauzy artiness, as if the choreographer of a ballet were making a suicide video. You could, I suppose, read a layer (or three) into this, that these otherwordly visuals are one of a piece with a mother from the other world refusing to let go of her daughter, or some such thing – but somehow it doesn’t stick.
- I thought Kalki’s character was far better defined when she asks a friend about his girlfriend and he says, “Mar gayi,” and she, instead of taking a second to absorb this shocking revelation, shoots backs instantly with a slow-spreading grin, “Tumne maara?” This, you see, is a girl who wouldn’t hesitate to do to her loving father what she ends up doing to him.
- “Video games khelte khelte main apne saath bhi khelta hoon.” Thinking in English, writing in Hindi? Does the phrase “playing with oneself” work in Hindi too?
- Usually, in noir-inflected films like these, we see characters who start off at an arm’s length and then begin to gnaw away at our hearts, as we discover motives and extenuating circumstances. The best thing about Shaitan is its staunch refusal to make its quintet cuddly-wuddly. (Oh look, my mama and my papa never cared for me, and that is why I’m reduced to a feeling-free zombie clicking mobile-phone pictures of household servants wrongly accused and beaten up for stealing jewellery.) We begin having fun with these five, but they soon turn out to be obnoxious jerks, and we can’t wait for them to get caught.
- But I did feel for the guy who was slapped by the corrupt cop. Stung by this unexpected humiliation, he shrugs off a friend’s consoling hand, eyes brimming with tears. Yes, sometimes you can be made to feel for an obnoxious jerk.
- I’m not a fan of remixes in general, but the Khoya khoya chand redo here is a beauty, revisionist on the surface and yet reverential towards the original creation, and the sequence it underscores – the slo-mo cross-cutting between a fight and a flight – is a tour de force, one of the most exciting pieces of cinema I’ve seen in a long time. A close second is the second great chase, set against a second song.
- After the accident, after which you could say Shaitan begins to vaguely resemble an existential riff on I Know What You Did Last Summer, the film turns somewhat conventional. Now you know where the story is headed. Earlier, you didn’t, and there was an exhilaration in that. What does it say of brash young filmmakers when even they realise they have a gooey moral centre in the midst of their nipple-ringed and tattooed beings? In the latter portions, after witnessing breakdown after breakdown, you almost feel you’re watching a finger-wagging PSA on what living like this can do to the people around you who love you so much.
- I hope the couples who brought their little children along were able to sleep at night.
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keshav
June 23, 2011
Have you watched ‘Paanch’? Bejoy Nambiar irons out some of the kinks in that film though it doesn’t have KK Menon’s towering performance.
I thought the ‘Khoya Khoya Chaand’ chase was really good too but I kept wondering if the song was appropriate for that situation.
What do you think of the new trend in Indian movies where characters inflict all kinds of evil on others but don’t suffer any major reprisal for their deeds? In this film and Dev D, for instance, rich kids run over pavement dwellers but don’t really suffer for it. I remember Naseeruddin Shah visiting our school once and in response to a question, he spoke about how Indian movies were never pessimistic- that they would never portray evil triumphing over good etc.
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Gradwolf
June 23, 2011
Oh looks like it worked for you for the most part!
The film did nothing to me to be honest. As in it never came to the, “sometimes you can be made to feel for an obnoxious jerk.” that you mention. Wasn’t the coolth factor overdone in the beginning portions? The kids bordered more on the wannabe, because of which, you don’t really care about them. And before you know it they’ve become these obnoxious jerks, not to mention stupid, that you really don’t want to give a damn about them. And the kind of closure offered for the original accident was the final straw for me. I know there is a morality debate there and maybe he thought this is truer to the apathetic real world, but it was just plain disappointing in the end. Also, to me, there was an extreme disconnect between Rajeev Khandelwal’s wife’s scenes, Kalki and her mom issues and rest of the film.
Did you listen to Hawa Hawai remix? That’s quite well done too. Both brilliantly performed by Suman Shridhar.
PS
I am right now thinking of casting choices for that The Dreamers remake.
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Bunny
June 23, 2011
Man, where’s the real review? Where is the old, erudite Rangan? This bullet-point thing is for attention-deficient kiddies. Oh no!
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Bunny
June 23, 2011
*attention-deficit
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Just Another Film Buff
June 23, 2011
I learn that the wonderful remix was done by Lucky Ali’s bro-in-law Mikey McCleary who’s got one amazing body of ad jingles. He’s the one who scored the “Tum jo mil gaye ho” Coca Cola ad starring Kalki and Imran (directed by DIbakar Banerjee). Good stuff.
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mysticnmovies
June 23, 2011
Nice review sir….But for some reason this movie did not work for me….If the movie and tagline depicted unleash your inner SHAITAAN, this movie only touched the tip of it…….But yes full marks to the soundtrack & Rajeev Khandelwal’s track…..
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bran1gan
June 23, 2011
keshav: No, haven’t seen Paanch. Superb soundtrack, though. BTW, I did think these people ended up “paying” for their transgression. That’s what I meant by the “gooey moral centre”.
Gradwolf: Yeah, the Kalki backstory/dream scenes were off, as I mentioned, but the early portions I just saw as mirroring the kids. It worked for me. No haven’t listened to thhat other remix properly, but then I was never a fan of that song in the first place. LP and Kavita Krishnamurthy – shudder! 🙂
Bunny: And just the other day, I was being teased that this is too hard to follow 🙂
JAFB: Thanks. That Coke ad is one of the great ads of recent times, superbly acted and directed, and the song was simply superb. I like the next one too, with the shadow play. Is that Dibakar’s too? BTW, I saw a new Coke ad today — with Imran in a train’s ladies compartment, going BRRR — and it was awful. I guess the streak had to end sometime.
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Mambazha Manidhan
June 24, 2011
That coke ad has its moments with Kalki. But, that bugger Imran can’t even act like drinking coke convincingly. Drinks coke like somebody has punctured his left lung .
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Bunny
June 24, 2011
If this is too hard to follow, then I suppose they should read — hmmm I won’t name rivals. There’s no dearth of dumbed-down reviews in this country.
Man, you have a cult following. Don’t sell your soul to devils.
Isn’t there any “real” version of your bullet-point reviews?
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BK
June 24, 2011
Interesting read. Was waiting for you to write something since about the movie.
I remember your review of No Smoking where you had started off by saying something like “A director showing his middle finger to the audience”. Well for me, Shaitan is like “A director jerking off in front of the audience”. Didn’t impress me at all, except off course for the KKC sequence.
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Rahul
June 24, 2011
“Does the phrase “playing with oneself” work in Hindi too?”
Please go to 2:18 here
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Deboshree
June 24, 2011
A very interesting review!
I wanted to see Shaitan. After this review, um, I can’t quite decide. The movie seems to work in parts and it would be worth my while checking out how Rajeev has come of age since Aamir. The frames you speak of seem to spell cinematic excellence – or perhaps cinematographic excellence. The remixes on air are nicely done – quite a feat given what treatment remixes mete out to our lovely songs of yore.
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Civic
June 25, 2011
I too found the title misleading or not doing justice to the plot. So was Kalki’s track. Did the movie have to begin and end with her? Not sure about director’s intent. But yes,what compensates all these flaws is the spectacularly shot ‘Khoya Khoya Chand’; finest piece of visual poetry seen on screen in recent times. Gonna watch the movie on big screen again, just for this.
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wanderer
June 25, 2011
Yes, yes, we want REAL reviews!
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Shalu
June 25, 2011
I second the requests here – the full fledged reviews please!
Shaitan worked for me but Kalki didn’t. She was not bad but I felt she was off, something about her face……can’t explain. Rajeev Khandelwal worked big time, in fact I think the movie wouldn’t have been the same with a lesser actor in that role.
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Madhurima
June 26, 2011
Vital vulgarity about the word – arse. Loved your decription. Agree how effete american version is. Will stick with arse from now on… well, whenever I have a chance to mutter under my breath 🙂
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bran1gan
June 26, 2011
Mambazha Manidhan: He’s just goofing around. I really like him in this ad and the one with the shadow play. The bad Imran performances come in movies like Kidnap and Luck. That’s where he’s sucking in air through a punctured lung 🙂
Rahul: That comment is an act of unadulterated evil 🙂
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prasun
July 15, 2011
Somewhat late to the party, but I loved the movie and your review too.
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udhaysankar
February 2, 2015
“oh, not another filmmaker who is in love with the latest and greatest I technology..”
Come on, BR how frequently do find an filmmaker who stylizes his movies as ravishingly as this guy does….. ”
Give him an well written script and you’ll understand that he’s much more than an super-cool technician…
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