CHIP OFF DEOL BLOCK
Vikram Bhattâs new thriller with Bobby is remarkably like his older ones â no good.
FEB 27, 2005 – JURMIS ABOUT Avinash (Bobby Deol) being arrested for the murder of wife Sanjana (Lara Dutta), while buddy Sonia (Gul Panag) and lawyer Rohit (Milind Soman) try to help from the sidelines â in other words, itâs intended as an edge-of-the-seat nailbiter. But relax! Not only are your nails safe, they may actually grow a quarter-inch by the time this overlong, overfamiliar, machine-cranked Humraaz-Fida-Fugitive mix comes to an end.
But donât underestimate Jurm. As a whodunit, it may be about as sinister as a Jataka tale narrated by your toothless grandfather â albeit with hot guns, hotter girls â but itâs invaluable as a character sketch of its director Vikram Bhatt. Hereâs how.
Vikram Bhatt loves food: Sanjana serves Avinash a meal from a thali surrounded by so many katoris, it looks like its own solar system. Elsewhere, Sonia begins carrying tiffin dabbas for Avinash. Then someone lays out an, uh, Indian-Continental breakfast of fried eggs, cornflakes and juice. Most damningly, impending doom is signified by the spilling of milk. Do not see this movie on an empty stomach.
He loves women even more: Lara Dutta is so impeccably presented, even after a car crash, her only bruise is a compact oval patch of purple at a teeny corner of her forehead, perfectly setting off her slinky black dress. And Gul Panagâs role may be thankless â as is everyone elseâs, though Bobby bravely attempts to give something of a performance â but, oh, those deep, deep dimples… you want to fill them up with water and plunge in on a hot summerâs day.
He has a bad ear for dialogue: This is how yuppie Avinash proposes to sultry Sanjana: âKya tum is janam mein aur agley har janam mein meri bankar rahogi?â? Even Satyavanâs proposal to Savitri would have had about a hundred less clichés. As for humour, thereâs a desi cabbie in Malaysia whoâs called Harry Jagjit Singh Miss India, because his name is Harry, because he loves Jagjit Singhâs ghazals, and because âMain India ko miss karta hoon.â?
He has a worse ear for music: Itâs bad enough that the songs (by Anu Malik â Anand Raaj Anand) sound like theyâve been composed by the ten-year-old son of the chai-wallah from the recording room canteen, but did they really have to rub it in by having a character croon Do Hanson Ka Joda, that Lata beauty from Gunga Jumna?
You could go on. About Vikram Bhattâs social conscience. (He opens our eyes to the horror that tobacco causes not only cancer, but also, uh, jailbreaks.) About his sensitivity to audience needs. (Avinash helpfully wears a shirt with the legend âWake Upâ during the soporific first half.) And, most of all, about his continuing fascination with horror. He may not have made an all-out scarefest since Raaz, but seeing Shakti Kapoor here in nothing but his underwear… man, that comes mighty close!
BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL
Sanjay Leela Bhansali is back with yet another story from his heart â from his incurably romantic, melodramatic heart.
FEB 13, 2005 – EARLY ON IN BLACK, deaf-blind Michelle (Rani Mukerji) shuffles to church, praying to God to give her what she wants â namely her teacher, Debraj Sahai (Amitabh Bachchan), the man who untiringly transformed her from unruly âspecial childâ to Arts graduate, and who left her twelve years ago. She stretches out a hand in front of her, the music swells, and snow falls from the sky. Or so you think â for this being a Sanjay Leela Bhansali movie, it isnât just snow from the skies. Itâs a sign from the heavens.
Itâs also the purest kind of moviemaking â the kind that needs no words, only images. Images of the condensation thatâs wiped off a car window in the pattern of a crucifix, images of Michelleâs love-starved face amidst the confetti sprayed at her sisterâs wedding, images of the young Michelleâs tiny fingers curling around Debrajâs gnarled hand in a tentative gesture of friendship, images of a stage-like set with theatrically-lit panels serving as backdrop to the drama of the infant Michelle being diagnosed deaf-blind… Even the routine fades to black take on a new meaning considering Michelleâs visual impairment, as theyâre her images, theyâre what she sees (rather, what she doesnât see).
After Devdas and now Black, it may be time to coin a new term for the cinema of Sanjay Leela Bhansali â maximalism. His Helen Kellerish story, about Debraj helping Michelle conquer her handicaps, may be minimalist, but nothing around it is â not the cavernous sets, not the wondrous Godâs-eye-view cinematography, and certainly not the almost fetishistic attention to detail. (Even the precipitation seems designed to a micro-degree â rain for the more dramatic moments; snow for the lighter ones.)
And thatâs what will decide whether you choose to drown yourself in this full-blooded sensual experience or rather choose to view the collected works of Tusshar Kapoor in one sitting â for Bhansali doesnât believe in half-measures. When Michelleâs parents observe that she needs someone to bring roshni into her life, the very next scene shows Debraj holding a light bulb. So by the time Bhansali unleashes a sequence of Michelle learning to use a walking stick next to a poster of Chaplinâs The Kid â Why, weâre meant to exclaim, with her funny gait and with that stick, sheâs just like the Little Tramp! â those in the audience who are creatures of logic may well be groping the theatre floor to locate the eyeballs that have rolled out of their sockets.
But then, Bhansali doesnât make movies for creatures of logic. He makes movies for those who realise that Bollywood is really nothing but silent cinema with sound, colour and item numbers. Like Guru Dutt, heâs in love with the exaggeration, the passion, the melodrama, the symbolism that is possible through props and lighting and camera angles â and when done right, this sort of thing can be an out-of-body experience, like when Michelle mimes and dances along with a singer belting out Nat King Coleâs L-O-V-E. With the sheer opulence of the Anglo-Indian setting (not seen since Benegalâs Trikaal), with Rani Mukerjiâs instinctive duet with the performer, with the beautifully diffused yellow light from Chinese lanterns, this moment is cinema at its most manipulative, at its most magical.
Magic is also what Amitabh Bachchan accomplishes â literally. Heâs presented as not just a teacher, but a magician, and Bachchan pitches his performance at just that level, never simply saying things when he can instead declare them with a drumroll, never simply doing things when he can instead put on a show. But as he ages, you see the energy draining out of him; from then on, itâs all about the small things â the lump he catches in his throat after reading a letter of Michelleâs where she says sheâll never be a bride, the walk he affects after being diagnosed with Alzheimerâs, his snow-white beard making him look like Santa Claus after a crash diet.
Rani Mukerji is equally outstanding. You may wonder how sheâs so perpetually well turned out, but thereâs nothing insincere about the tear that wells up in a corner of her eye when her exuberance of securing a college admission is tempered with the reality of the gift she receives for this accomplishment â a walking stick. As is customary for Bhansali, sheâs supported by a large, lovingly-detailed female cast, especially Shernaz Patel (supremely moving as the mother) and Ayesha Kapur, who plays the young Michelle like a woodland sprite, all tangled mass of hair and wild abandon. The men, in comparison, are left to their own devices. Dhritiman Chaterji, for instance, is fine as the father, but did Bhansali really need to make him so rigid that he appears to go to bed in a three-piece suit, pipe in hand?
Then again, thatâs why itâs called melodrama â and whatâs surprising is that underneath this melodrama, Black is really a message movie. Its triumph-of-the-spirit story speaks for better understanding of the less fortunate, but not once are you asked to feel for Michelle because sheâs deaf-blind or Debraj because he has Alzheimerâs. You feel because her love goes unrequited, because she struggles to pass examinations, because she copes with sibling rivalry, because he undergoes trials while doing his job â just like you, just like me. Everyoneâs different in some way, yet what connects us is the sameness of our experiences â and thatâs a message as beautiful as this movie.
Copyright ©2005 The New Sunday Express
Arvind B
October 29, 2007
Rangan,
Waiting for “No Smoking” Review. Hope it is up soon.
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Anonymous
October 29, 2007
so looking forward to the Diwali releases, are we?
Black – I dunno. It didn’t rub me the wrong way. My wife really liked it. It was nice to see Amitabh do some acting for a change(I am speaking as someone who is/was as big a fan of his as anyone you know. :-)), but somehow my impression is that it is the kind of movie which didn’t need to be made. It wouldn’t have left the world any poorer if it was NOT made. Except of course depriving you of the chance to see the charismatic one at close range. 🙂
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Anush
October 29, 2007
How come ólder’ movies are being put up again ?
Also how bout some English movie reviews couple of much anticipated movies like 3:10 to Yuma , Kingdom have hit the screens…
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d-day
October 29, 2007
This film is bloody overhyped..Amitabh’s supposed magic was fake..he is a conman,i escaped thankfully..hamming all his way to national awards..
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OS
October 29, 2007
Arey yaar please first publish the No Smoking review, then you can keep on transferring your old posts from your earlier blog(Assuming that they are old indeed based on their date). Now dont get angry for saying that. 😀
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turrtle
October 29, 2007
Whats with the lack of the No Smoking review ? Are you watching it twice or thrice ?
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G
October 30, 2007
d-day Says:
This film is bloody overhyped..Amitabh’s supposed magic was fake..he is a conman,i escaped thankfully..hamming all his way to national awards..
Lots of typical Amitabh hamming but you got to admit that there were moments of surprising sensitivity too? Rani’s kiss and Amitabh’s reaction to that, Amitabh getting just as surprised as us when interpreting Rani’s words for the class on becoming a graduate one day, the jig that Amitabh does to show Rani he recognizes who she is, (even though she can’t see that). etc. The ONLY cavaet I have against the movie is that it doesn’t tell us anything about Bhansali that we didn’t already know from Khamoshi. And considering THAT movie flopped, I will give Bhansali a pass on this one. 🙂
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Sagarika
October 31, 2007
brangan: The last Bhansali movie I recall watching was “Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam.” That was eons ago, I know. I guess I missed the bus on more recent ones like “Devdas” and now “Black”.
Good to know that opulence and eye-candy props apart, Black does stand out as a message-movie. I generally tend to go out on a limb trusting triumph-of-the-spirit tales, so no reason not to trust the (re)teller on this one. 🙂 Will check it out on DVD one of these days…
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