THE HEART OF WAR
The emotional core of the mess in Afghanistan makes for an unexpectedly moving â and quite entertaining â film.
DEC 17, 2006 – THERE ARE MANY PLEASURES to be had from Kabul Express, the latest release that instantly jumps onto the list of worthies in what has been a terrific year for Bollywood. For one, John Abraham is in a scene that requires him to have tears brimming in his eyes, and your eyes donât automatically avert in embarrassment. (Maybe they should have cashed in on this with a campaign along the lines of âGarbo speaks!â?: âAbraham acts!â?) Then thereâs the thing the film is about â a not-easily-definable mix of adventure and drama and absurdist comedy that somehow works. But the best and biggest reason for cheer may be the fact that thereâs not a gauzy dupatta in sight. Kabul Express takes you back to the lean, mean age of he-men like Sunny Deol â a.k.a. heroes with hair on their chest, who got phased out as the three Khans came in and Bollywood turned all metrosexual and made audiences resemble the girls after Georgy Porgy was done kissing them. Iâm not saying that the leads here flex their dhai-kilo upper arms and spout clenched-teeth, Dharam-paaji lines about drinking the baddieâs blood. But theyâre men. They have silly arguments about Imran Khan versus Kapil Dev with the deep-down sureness that thereâs only one opinion thatâs right, and thatâs their own. This is such a guy thing, and itâs everywhere â everywhere but in our cinema â and the fact that Yash Raj, a.k.a. the studio that wonât hire a hero unless heâs been to the waxerâs, has tossed this bit of macho maleness right back on the screen is surely reason to celebrate.
For this, we have to thank first-time director Kabir Khan, who appears to have grafted his specific experiences in Afghanistan â he made documentaries there â onto the general tropes of the wisecracking buddy-movie and the meandering road-movie, and filtered it all through an off-kilter sensibility similar to that of David O. Russellâs Three Kings. (The latter was a comment on the American involvement in the Gulf War, while this one touches on the American involvement in Afghanistan, post 9/11 â and at least one image seems to be some sort of homage, where a truck has Pepsi pouring out of it, just like the truck in Three Kings that had milk pouring out of it.) But Iâm not suggesting this is a remake, or even an adaptation â for the fact that Khan has seen and experienced things first-hand is evident by the perspective in his film. Thereâs an ironic, even amused, distance to the earlier events â surrounding Indian television journalists Sohail Khan (Abraham) and Jai Kapoor (Arshad Warsi) â that keeps us at an armâs length, and then, gradually, the story opens up and draws us in, and though you can see the end coming from a mile away, that doesnât make it any less affecting. (The coda that spells things out in the plummy tones of Roshan Seth â if I read the credits right â could have been axed, though. And I guess weâre not supposed to ask questions like why, at the beginning, Sohail and Jai are dropped off in the middle of nowhere without even a contact address. Journalists donât just get airlifted into the wastelands of Afghanistan and begin hunting for a story, do they?)
Kabul Express is set in 2001 â and itâs some sort of space odyssey, all right, an expedition across the vast, rugged barrenness of Afghanistan â and it gets going when Sohail and Jai are taken hostage by a Talib (the droopy-eyed Salman Shahid, who looks uncannily like Pran from certain angles). Their journey thereon â along with an Afghani driver (Hanif Hum Ghum) and an American photojournalist (Linda Arsenio) â is as much metaphorical as it is literal, for itâs as much about them getting from Point A to Point B as reaching a new understanding about one another. Expectedly, such a construct requires that Big Issues be raised, like The Talibs Are People Too, and The Muslims In India Are Quite Secular When Compared To The Muslims In The Rest Of The World. (The latter observation is possibly further driven home by the fact that said Indian Muslim is played by an actor named John Abraham, and this is the kind of smart, urban role that he should be doing.) Thankfully, these Big Issues are raised with very little fuss. Another director may have milked the visual of a smiling child with a missing leg for all its sentimental value, but Khan â probably due to his no-frills background with documentaries â makes his point and moves on. But this lack of sentimentality isnât the same as a lack of emotion; a scene in which a character meets his daughter after a long time packs the kind of wallop that made me imagine what it might have been like when Tagoreâs Kabuliwallah finally left India and returned to his child.
There are times Khan seems to be trying too hard. He contrasts the spectacle of locals cheering a game of buzkashi with a much-after visual of locals cheering when two Talibs are being beaten up. (The idea, I think, is that the Talibs eventually became fair game for a kill.) And while I enjoyed the absurd humour of the American photojournalistâs instinctual reaction to a Talib whoâs just been captured and bound â she clicks pictures of him, but naturally â itâs a stretch when she conveniently grows a conscience later on. But thinking back, it may have been intentional that she comes off as more than a little vague, for sheâs the token white in a film whose predominant colour is brown â from the sands to the rock formations to the skins of the actors from the subcontinent â and Kabul Express may be the first look at the troubles in Afghanistan from our point of view. It may not be the most profound political thesis, but itâs a humanitarian one that shows how we â in the subcontinent â are really a different animal altogether, and how we understand one another in ways a Westerner can never understand us. When a blindfolded Warsi â with his superb flair for comedy â gropes the air in front of him and exclaims, âDoctor, mujhe dikhai nahin de raha,â? he laughs and so do we, recognising this movie-cliché thatâs all ours. What will a western audience make of this scene? Rather, what can they make of this scene? And when the group listens to Main zindagi ka saath, that Rafi beauty from Hum Dono â surely itâs no coincidence, in this story about people left to their own destinies, that the line we pick up the number at is Jo mil gaya usi ko muqaddar samajh liya âitâs no surprise that the Indians hum along, but when the Talib does too, you may find yourself thinking: how could the American possibly realise that what to her is simply a song is to the others a piece of their soul?
Copyright © 2006 The New Sunday Express
Charles Foster Kane
October 9, 2007
Good to know that you loved the film too. It’s one of the most underrated film in recent times. It was panned by the same sort of armchair critics who were actually very fond of Dhoom:2, Fanaa et al. Indeed a commendable effort by Yash Raj. Pity it wasn’t a hit.
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Navin
October 10, 2007
Star Movies James Bond fest showcased much unknown The Living Daylights which had a climax in arid Afghanistan as much as in Rambo III, not just the climax. Have things changed NO!
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Srijith
October 11, 2007
//scene in which a character meets his daughter after a long time packs the kind of wallop that made me imagine what it might have been like when Tagore’s Kabuliwallah finally left India and returned to his child.// That was exactly what had come to my mind too..!
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oops
October 12, 2007
Well i don’t know what kind of memories , or culture we should have to understand the movie… but i did not like it that much. Perhaps because i did not get all the references brangan is describing (my knowledge on indian cinema and culture is unfortunately limited). Good to see that the director tries to show Afghanistan war with an indian, a pakistan and an afghanistan point of view.
But for me, the way he does it is not good : no realism in the story (with two journalist out of nowhere dressed like models, the only person from the West who can have an opinion is a bad cliché of “the american way of life” etc… ). The buddy movies format doesn’t work either. Warsi and Abraham always look out of place, living their crazy trip in their own crazy world (symbolized by the car). Everytime they get out, the director stop the action, take a very « documentory » shot on life in Afghanistan, make some political statement (yes, taliban are bad…. that’s true ) and then carry on. Beautiful but not convincing. While Warsi playes « Circuit in Afghanistan » and John Abraham makes an extended guest appearance, we don’t laugh or cry with those who live there. And that’s the problem, if you really choose to show how they live beyond images, you decide to have some political ideas about the situation. It could have been more fun actually and really entertaining, a satirical kind of movies like “Les Dieux nous sont tombés sur la tête” . But hey, Yashraj is producing it… .
I think the movie lacks this kind of guts. In five years, we’ve already seen all these shots of Afghanistan. In 2007, we need more.
IMHO
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brangan
October 12, 2007
Kane: I do recall a few favourable reviews… Plus decent word-of-mouth too, though that didn’t translate to the box office…
Navin: That’s a great action sequence BTW, on the plane, with Dalton and the bad guy clinging to the mesh flapping above 35000 feet. Those Bond stuntmen really know how to do action.
Srijith: Great minds and all that? 🙂
oops: “In five years, we’ve already seen all these shots of Afghanistan.” Actually, in Hindi cinema, we hadn’t – hence the novelty.
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Akshay Shah
October 12, 2007
Loved this movie…..Yashraj’s best since god knows when!!!!!!
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oops
October 12, 2007
Yes Brangan, novelty is the key and i understanf that. I was just disappointed as i expected something else.
Good attempt from Yashraj. I wouldn’t make it their best movie, but their best move into the right direction.
IMHO
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