Sunday, January 29, 2012

Proceed with caution


Bawandar (Jagmohan Mundhra, 2000)



Bawandar is based on the true story of Rajasthani woman Bhanwari Devi, who was gang-raped by five village elders because she took a government job as a “saathin” - a village advocate for women's rights, partly responsible for educating against and reporting the illegal, but long-held tradition of child marriage. Told largely in flashback form, the story kicks off when a foreign journalist (Laila Rouass) accompanied by a local guide, Ravi (Rahul Khanna), come to a tiny Rajasthani village seeking Sanwari Devi (Nandita Das), a woman all the locals decry as being a prostitute and a whore. They find her living in isolation, and she tells them how she came to be so reviled by her village.

Depressing? YES. This isn't a happy film. Be warned. If you only like Indian films for glitter and songs and colour and happy endings, then steer clear of Bawandar.

At the time of its release, Bawandar did the film festival circuit, and picked up a tonne of awards – Best Actress for Nandita Das, a couple of Best Film accolades, an Audience Choice Award. It caused a storm of controversy in India (and I am still not clear on whether it ever ACTUALLY released there: some sources say it was banned outright; some say it would be released pending VERY significant cuts) with stories emerging that the woman Bawandar was based on hadn't been consulted at all and that she was unhappy with the film, “weary and bitter” with both the government and the aid organisations she had been working with. I don't really know how much of that is true – what IS interesting is that Bawandar itself offers a seemingly biting perspective at some of the aid organisations/workers and their attitudes towards helping the less fortunate. Lillette Dubey plays a middle class New Delhi-ite social worker who, along with her colleagues, is more concerned with the shopping and image opportunities afforded by helping a high profile case like Sanwari Devi. Deepti Naval's character, on the other hand, as the woman who recruited Sanwari Devi into the saathin programme and who thus feels responsible for her resulting hardships, provides balance as a character who is truly selfless and willing to undergo personal hardship for the sake of what is right.

Regardless of the background, this is an important film. It's not a perfect film – the narrative dips into cartoony melodrama once too often, especially in terms of the police, who are ALL depicted as caricaturish villains (thankfully, not all the men in the film are cardboard cutout cartoon evil characters – Gulshan Grover as a committed, competent, thoughtful lawyer is AMAZINGLY refreshing; Raghuvir Yadhav as Sanwari's enlightened, supportive husband who is powerless to help his wife is HEARTBREAKING); it gets a little too obviously preachy in spots where the filmmakers seem to want to address/draw attention to as many possible social issues as they can just by having characters complain about them (the opposite of show, don't tell) – but it deals with rape, a notoriously thorny issue in Indian films, in a way that puts the woman's entire experience, physical AND emotional, at the centre of the film. This is not a lurid rape-revenge tale, or rape in a film as yet another opportunity for the male hero to show his manliness and save the woman. This film explores sexual assault for what it is: an attempt to subjugate and humiliate the victim, and Bawandar is notable in that it shows the entire process and the effects on the victim (and the victim's friends and family) following from the initial assault: from telling a friend it happened, trying to report it to the police, the medical examination, gathering evidence, being cross examined in court, and facing the perpetrators in public. 
 






This is obviously in stark contrast to the scores of Indian movies where rape is pretty flippantly treated as a 30 second plot device to show who are the bad guys (the rapists) and who are the heroes (the ones who rescue the rape victims), and the heroine/victim recovers and is apparently unaffected by her ordeal. Have you seen Enthiran? Aishwarya Rai's character is assaulted at least 3 times in the course of that film, just so she can be saved by Rajnikanth, and emerges each time apparently entirely unscathed.

Obviously, given the subject matter, which also addresses caste discrimination (Bhanwari, renamed Sanwari in the film for legal reasons, is of a lower caste to her attackers, who are the village leaders and who decree her entire family outcasts as soon as she starts stirring up controversy as a saathin) Bawandar is not exactly what you would describe as a pleasant or enjoyable watch. The last film that made me as uncomfortable was Shakti: The Power – though that was in a slightly different way, the violence and ill-treatment of women seeming perhaps more lurid. Bawandar never seemed exploitative – it's merely direct and if anything, foregrounds how much inner strength and dignity the central character has even in the face of unrelenting injustice, but I caution all of you reading: there are few scenes in cinema more poignantly upsetting than the aftermath of the traumatic rape scene in this film, when Sanwari's badly beaten husband, who had been forced to helplessly witness his wife's gang rape, rushes to be with her. 


Nandita Das and Raghuvir Yadhav are truly the soul of this film, each giving heartwrenching, luminescent, utterly authentic performances.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Damadamm!


Damadamm! (Swapna Waghmare Joshi, 2011)


I have to admit, I kind of went into Damadamm! expecting a guilty pleasure of a film – you know, something so bad it was good, a kitschy cracktastic mess, or at the very least, something ridiculous I could blog about. I'm not entirely sure WHERE I got that impression from, but I have a couple of theories:

1.I reviewed the soundtrack when it was released and thus was familiar with a couple of gems:

Mango, a love song that is, as the title suggests, entirely based around the fruit. First question: how the hell would they wedge a song about a MANGO into the film?


- and this AMAZINGLY CATCHY, AMAZINGLY IRRITATING earworm:


which I think kind of speaks for itself. What it says about me that I still kind of vaguely wanted to see the film after seeing this clip is probably best left unpondered.

2. It stars Himesh Reshammiya in the lead role.

Full disclosure: I actually love Himesh – I have no problem with his “nasal” singing voice and so I figured I might like him in a movie too. If it was a mess, ehhh, I like bad movies sometimes.

I'd never seen any of Himesh's other films but I am very much aware that – in terms of his music career at least – Himesh is a person you love or hate. And I had a pretty good idea that in terms of his acting career (Karzzz, Radio, I have no idea what else he's been in) he's not been...super successful in finding the...box office success/critical appreciation he perhaps craves?

The story centres on Sameer (Himesh Reshammiya) – a fairly successful employee in a film distribution company, who is in a long-term live-in relationship with Shikha (Purbi Joshi). The problem is that Shikha is super possessive and...clingy (AND ANNOYING TO WATCH. Problem #1: why would you be with anyone like this longterm, ever?) When Shikha goes away for a fortnight to visit her family, Sameer experiences freedom...and also befriends Sanjana (Sonal Sehgal) , his boss's sister, who is like the polar opposite of Shikha. What follows is a bunch of complication in Sameer's lovelife: Shikha comes back and is instantly insanely jealous of Sanjana; Sameer has to decide where his relationship is going, and then his boss throws a spanner in the works: he wants Sameer to get married...to SANJANA.

Damadamm! won't be winning any awards for its screenplay any time soon. It's a flawed movie – sure – but it's one of those frothy, light, romantic comedies that are super easy to watch and enjoy in the moment, and the vast inconsistencies and gaping plotholes in the story and the characters' motivations only really make themselves apparent when you think about it later.

The plus side: WHY WOULD YOU THINK ABOUT IT LATER? It's fluff. Background noise. If your background noise sounds like this:



I'm pretty familiar with the sensation of being the lone voice in favour of a film that has received overwhelming criticism from other quarters – I think partly it's because I don't always go into a film with the same expectations – you can't expect a Desi Boyz to deliver the same kind of entertainment as a Satyakam; the way you can't expect what is marketed as a frothy, romantic comedy to deliver many surprises in the way of plot or substance, especially when the lead actor is...not really an actor.

So it was something of a surprise that Damadamm! - the film that was pretty much universally mocked for DARING to release against Ra.One – is NOT a cracktastic “so bad it's good” mess, but is kind of a sweet, though flawed film about the trials of adult relationships. Himesh especially was a nice surprise – as Sameer, he's a goofy dork of a hero,  quite sweet and endearing. The movie DID start out a little cracktastic – I was curious to see how Mango would be wedged in there and sure enough it's awkward: Sameer is dragged to a party and: “I work for a film distribution company and our next film has a really cool song in it, want me to sing it for you?” REALLY DAMADAMM?! REALLY?! - but the basic story – all the relationship manouevring and Sameer having to figure out what he actually wanted and grow up a little – actually became genuinely engaging. Purbi Joshi has the tough job of playing an extremely annoying character, the needy, shrewish girlfriend, and one thing I liked about Damadamm is that it DOES eventually (sort of) answer the question of why Sameer would ever want to be with her, giving her character a bit more depth than just “nagging bitch”.

All in all – it's a nice movie with a good soundtrack, the very definition, I would say, of the word timepass with a positive bias.

I KNOW, RIGHT?! It's NOT the impression you get from the cover. I guess what I'm saying is: if you like Himesh, watch it, because you'll be able to gloss over the film's flaws and enjoy the goofy sweetness. If you know you don't like him, steer well clear, because it's not great; nor bad enough to be hilarious.

Monday, January 9, 2012

World famous! Well...I can dream, right?

CHECK THIS OUT!


That's me looking sinister and Beth Loves Bollywood looking uber cool with Mini Khan in the TIMES OF INDIA. (Big huge thanks to the lovely peeps at Item Number who sent me an excited email with the scan of of the article attached, going "OMG you're in the paper in MUMBAI today!")

You can read the actual article about "Filmdom's Firangi Chroniclers" HERE.


Friday, January 6, 2012

Ra.One


Ra.One (Anubhav Sinha, 2011)



I have so many minor problems with Ra.One, but ultimately they boil down to one major one: it's not a film, it's a three hour long special effects reel. For a narrative (and believe me, I use that word loosely here) that makes a big deal about heart – the whole virtual reality computer game the thing is based around involves both hero and villain having to have a vital piece – their “H.A.R.T” before the game can be completed – plus, you know, stuff like this:





- heart is what Ra.One is crucially devoid of.

The story – what little exists – is basically a flimsy plot constructed (seemingly as hastily as possible) of situations that will link together excuses for awesome special effects scenarios. Shah Rukh Khan plays Shekhar, a dorky, South Indian (for no apparent reason) video-game designer who struggles to connect with his son, Prateek, who thinks (quite correctly) that his dad is the ultimate in uncool. When Shekhar's design team get tasked with a new project, in a new attempt to bond, Shekhar asks Prateek for suggestions on what he would like in a videogame, and designs one accordingly. This bites everyone in the ass when the videogame's villain comes to life and tries to kill Prateek.

Here are some of the aforementioned minor problems I had early on in the film – evidence perhaps of only vague attention being paid to to script/story while money and time was being poured into the kickass special effects:

  1. The first sighting of Shah Rukh in the film is weird and confusing and turns out to be a dream sequence – basically it's obviously a big excuse for some kickass special effects early on, plus a couple of cameos. 10 minutes into the film, woot, blockbuster, am I right? EXCEPT THAT THE DREAM SEQUENCE TURNS OUT TO BE PRATEEK (Shekar's SON who basically HATES HIS LAME DAD, remember) DREAMING IT. Did you get that? Prateek fantasises himself as a hot version of his lame dad he hates. Already this film MAKES NO SENSE.

     OEDIPUS CALLING.

  2. Prateek's advice to his videogame designer dad re: designing a kickass videogame is: heroes are lame, villains are totally awesome, so make a game with an UNBEATABLE VILLAIN. 

     Preferably one who assumes the form of Arjun Rampal. 

    ...REALLY? Does that sound like a game you would pay good money for? A game you can NEVER WIN? Unless it's a game where you play AS the villain, in which case, AWESOME, but we all know that's not what Mr “Goodie two-shoes” Shekhar has in mind.
  3. The awesome video game Shekhar designs a) is virtual reality and requires a special suit to play, which I'm guessing would make it prohibitively expensive and b) has only got 3 levels. WHAT KIND OF A VIDEO GAME DESIGNER WORTH HIS SALT DESIGNS A GAME WITH ONLY 3 LEVELS?
  4. It gets more illogical (which is bad for a film which ends up with clinical, computer game characters as its main characters – not flesh and blood humans, but pixels and code). At the LAUNCH PARTY for the incredibly poorly conceived video game which the Mean Boss had threatened HAD TO BE A SUCCESS or they were ALL FIRED (guess they're all fired once sales plummet when gamers of the world realise what a shitty AND unbeatable game it is) it is revealed the game HASN'T EVEN BEEN TESTED PROPERLY: no-one's even made it to Level 3 yet. FACE. PALM. Obviously, this is to explain what happens next – the whole house of cards the rest of the film is built on. If the designers were remotely...competent and had ACTUALLY tested the game, they would have REALISED that the villain Ra.One was going to come to life and try to kill people. BECAUSE THAT'S TOTALLY A THING THAT HAPPENS, because ...
  5. ...“rays in the atmosphere”.
    In any film, you are required to suspend your disbelief to some degree. If basic things that should make sense, DO make sense – like, the game that the whole thing is built upon isn't a bullshit excuse to just make a BIG SPECIAL EFFECTS MOVIE and actually showed some degree of thought and effort or even RESEARCH had gone on – FOR EXAMPLE, then the whole “the villain of a computer game can come to life because of rays in the atmosphere” is something I wouldn't even BLINK AT. But because most of Ra.One appears to be hastily scrambled together justifications for whatever stunt or special effect the filmmakers wanted to show off, DISBELIEF is basically how I stared at the screen the entire time, when I wasn't just incredibly bored and willing it to end. 

     Sometimes I made THIS face.
The same argument applies, actually, to some of the gimmicky, excessive promotional strategies employed to show that THIS FILM WAS GOING TO BE HUGE. Remember when Shah Rukh Khan announced that Akon was going to be part of the soundtrack for the film? Then Chammak Challo was leaked, and it was a hit, and it fed the hype for the film. I love Chammak Challo, and I love Criminal. I think the Ra.One soundtrack is legitimately awesome. But in the film, using Akon as playback for SRK doesn't work AT ALL. 


WE KNOW IT'S AKON. We CANNOT SUSPEND OUR DISBELIEF SUFFICIENTLY IN THE MOMENT to immerse ourselves in the film and feel like the character is singing a song. It's SRK lip-syncing to Akon, and it's jarring and distancing and clinical, no matter how much you like the song.

In the past month or so, I've marathoned through a number of the Hindi films from 2011 that I felt I needed to see – the critically acclaimed, the underrated, the ones that weren't necessarily blockbusters (I'll start writeups soon). The thing they all have in common is a clear focus - on a strong story that needed to be told, on clear, well rounded characters and relationships, on a defining message that could be taken away from the film, something that lingers after the credits have rolled. I got none of this from Ra.One

Let me be clear: I don't have a problem with the performers or the performances in Ra.One. Arjun Rampal, Kareena Kapoor and Shah Rukh Khan each do a fine job with what they have to work with – the problem is what they have to work with is below each of them. I have an issue with this film, this KIND of lazy haphazard film, and I am sad and worried that SRK has been so excited and focused on this and Don 2 (I'm yet to see it) and an idea of “Hollywood style” filmmaking. What that means – what he THINKS that means, I'm not sure, except the impression I get from Ra.One, clinical, focused on the effects, is that “Indian film” is emotive sentiment and “Hollywood film” is flashy action. That's a blanket statement that is very limiting, to BOTH industries, and a dangerous belief to have going in to any filmmaking venture. Because you end up with an unbalanced mess.

What I saw in Ra.One was SRK clearly searching for where he fits now, for relevance, and looking to mask his confusion by creating a film that could be billed “the most expensive Indian film ever” or “a leap forward for special effects in Indian filmmaking”. Those are both achievements, sure. But they don't add up to a movie with heart.


Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Baby made a LIST!

Hey internet!


It's the time of year when everyone on the web is making Best of/Worst of/End of Year lists. I freaking LOVE reading lists of what people love and hate, but in the couple of years that I've been blogging, I've never attempted a list of my own. A) it's incredibly hard for me to narrow down my favourites of ANYTHING, let alone when I find it hard to access many of the releases in any given year. B) The end of the year list-writing time not only coincides with the busiest time of year at my paying day job (when, you'll notice, blog posting dries up to a trickle on here) but also then melts into GLORIOUS SUMMER HOLIDAYS, when I am more apt to be eating and lazing about in the sunshine and not watching or writing about movies in darkened rooms.

But screw the excuses, I LOVE LISTS. So, on Bollyspice.com where I also write stuff from time to time, like THIS, there will be a couple of countdowns written by yours truly that I will link to/repost as soon as they're posted there:




Meanwhile, I've been thinking about which films I really truly, loved in 2011, the kind of films I wouldn't hesitate to recommend to friends, the ones I know I will watch and rewatch and rewatch and end up with multiple copies of because I just LOVE them. So here they are (in no particular order):

NESSA'S FAVOURITE FILMS OF 2011 (an extremely subjective list)

Patiala House (Nikhil Advani, 2011)



Akshay Kumar and I didn't get off to a great start last year – the very first film I saw in 2011, in the cinema on January 1st, no less, was Tees Maar Khan...and I HATED nearly every second of it. Patiala House gave me everything I want for my beloved Akki – a serious leading role that carries some weight without it being overly melodramatic. Gone is the slapstick, over-the-top clowning Akki (he has his place, it's just not in EVERY SINGLE MOVIE) and in his place a guy who is almost subdued, dare I say ordinary – perfect for the role of a downtrodden son who has sacrificed his own goals to please his domineering father. This film shows Akki can act – please universe, give him more decent roles outside of tacky slapsticky comedies. PLUS! The supporting cast is uniformly amazing – Dimple Kapadia and Rishi Kapoor, Hard Kaur, Anushka Sharma, Tinu Anand, the dozens of actors whose names I shamefully don't know who play Akki's extended family...
If I'm being entirely honest, this film would be on this list just for having Role pe Gaya in it anyway:


Shor In The City (Raj Nidimoru and Krishna DK, 2011) 


Here's my effusive (spoilery) write-up of Shor In The City, which is possibly #1 on my mental list of the Objective BEST FILMS OF 2011. (Don't ask me for the rest of the list, I haven't made it, though Dhobi Ghat and Saheb Biwi Aur Gangster are on there somewhere too). Don't read the review if you haven't seen the film, just watch the film. Don't judge it on Tusshar Kapoor (unless of course, like me, you are already fond of Tusshar). LISTEN TO ME: Tusshar Kapoor is deeply wonderful in this film. EVERYONE is. IF YOU DON'T WATCH THIS FILM AND APPRECIATE AT LEAST SOME FACET OF ITS GLORY I CANNOT BE FRIENDS WITH YOU ANYMORE.

Stanley Ka Dabba (Amole Gupte, 2011) 


Here's what I wrote about Stanley Ka Dabba right after I first saw it – and honestly, I don't know what I can add to it. A heartbreaking work of staggering near-genius, I am mainly astonished that the genre label on the back of my dvd copy reads “Family/Kids” because I feel like so many people might be missing out on this film, thinking it's not made for them. It's made for all of us.

Mujhse Fraaandship Karoge (Nupur Asthana, 2011)


I think I have addressed my problem with being unable to write adequate reviews for films I adore. Suffice to say I have attempted, several times, to write up MFK and abandoned each attempt when it just turned into pages of SQUEEEEEEEEE I LOOOOOOOOOVE IT!

Which, you have to admit, isn't very scintillating reading, but does sum up pretty accurately how this cute, upbeat and thoroughly wholesome feeling film leaves you feeling: filled with perky joy.

The thing I love so much about MFK is that it's a youth film that so very accurately captures today's youth without being lame, condescending or cringeworthy. The film takes as its central premise the idea of hooking up via social networking, AND IT GETS ALL THAT STUFF RIGHT. There are no cringey moments where it's obvious the film has been written by some 49 year old exec who has never used Facebook and who is just looking up “internet slang” to toss into the script to make it sound authentic. Instead, each scenario the characters find themselves in – be it IMing each other via FB chat and agonising over what to say or what NOT to say, or a Youtube video going viral, or even just the characters FB stalking each other (seriously, who hasn't been there?!) feels authentic and believable. It's a youth film (from YRF's “youth” offshoot Y-Films) made by young people, populated with new talent (actors, the director in her first film directing job, I think after a bunch of TV stuff, Raghu Dixit doing his first Bollywood soundtrack).
Plus, how can you not feel good hearing this:


Yamla Pagla Deewana (Samir Karnik, 2011)

I think this was maybe the second film I saw on the bigscreen in 2011, and the film that undeniably made me a Deol fan for life, because, well, you all know how I already had a not so secret crush on Bobby.



It's not just one of my favourites of 2011, this one is one of my favourites of all time – if for nothing else, because this is a film that clearly wears its dil very much on its sleeve. There is absolutely no cynicism, no eye to what will bring in the big bucks or what is fashionable in YPD, just pure unadulterated palpable joy in family and filmmaking. Plus Charha De Ranga is still the most persistent and gorgeously beautiful earworm I will never complain about:


Mere Brother Ki Dulhan (Ali Abbas Zafar, 2011)




I'm tempted to say that it was because I had basically zero expectations of MBKD that I loved it so much, but that would be incredibly unfair to everyone involved in the film, because expectations aside, it is a charming, funny, original take on a done-to-death genre done remarkably well. Full credit to the entire team, but especially Imran Khan, Ali Zafar and Katrina Kaif, who between them carry the film with oodles of comedy, chemistry and charisma. There's no need to reinvent the wheel – sometimes just delivering a good quality product is enough, and MBKD is exactly that: good quality and satisfying. I LOVED IT.