Saturday, August 14, 2010

rang rangeela parjaatantar!


To laugh or to cry - that is the real question.

A tinge of sadness permeates through your body as the laughter dies down and you're surprised that your eyes are moist. Tears of happiness, most certainly not.

Charlie Chaplin couldn't have summed it up better when he said - "Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot". Anusha Rizvi's brilliantly written and directed Peepli [Live] is a superb testimony to that fact and to Chaplin's movie making style of black-humored slapstick that ends up moving you. Irrespective of how funny the proceedings are.

Intelligently multi-layered, where at one end it is as in your face as it gets and on the other, its subtely and underplaying of the most key moments leaves you alone with your thoughts and prompts you to think. To feel. To look within.

I am not making any claims that this movie will change anything, but for us, the torch-bearers of a very shallow generation of over-achievers, it prompts us to pause for a second and look at India behind the shining.

Weaving a simple storyline into a compelling screenplay is fine art and on that front PL score big-time. On paper, this one's a wafer-thin story. I wonder how Anusha would've narrated it to anyone and how she would've presented this to Aamir (via email, apparently) that it made the actor agree to produce it. Would love to see that draft, really.

Peepli [Live] reinforces how tolerant and numb we've become towards corruption, that is now an almost indispensable part of our social fabric. As Ahuja (Om Puri's character in Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron, Peepli [Live]'s spiritual predecessor) puts it - "cement mein ret to sabhi milaate hain, ye to ret mein cement milaata hai!" Really, it isn't about whether one is corrupt or not but about how much is the extent of corruption. Commonwealth Games, anyone?

Also it is a reflection of our cut throat unapologetic use-and-throw attitudes that have become so commonplace and 'natural', that sometimes we don't even end up realizing it.

I guess everyone pretty much knows what the story is - the beauty is in how the material is handled. And in the casting of the actors that take the written word to an absolutely different level. Raghuvir Yadav as the good for nothing elder brother is almost born for the part. Omkar Das Manekpuri playing Natha, the central protagonist, uses his form, facial expressions and body language to convey his confused state of mind so brilliantly, that for once, the dialogues almost seem an after-thought.

However, the razor sharp lines shine through that amazing old lady who plays the bed-ridden but fantastically fire-branded Amma, that it never once seems that she is performing for the camera. An absolute natural. Even the lady playing Dhania, Natha's wife acts wonderfully well.

The similarity between the TV journalist characters and real characters we see on TV day in and day out is no coincidence and increases their believability, if anything else.

A touch of directorial class is the Hori Mahato track that is beautifully woven into the narrative and is so subtlety symbolic, that it might not register an impact with cine-goers used to hearing their news at unbelievably loud decibel levels.

Talking of decibel levels, watching the journalists scream hoarse into their microphones, I couldn't help but think about the peaceful times when there was only DD News at 9. Now, there are 90 national news channels blaring prime-time jarring sound-bytes on everything about gaon-ki-gori to Shilpa Shetty's blouse-ki-dori!

des mera has been one of my most favorite Indian Ocean numbers and it finally gets the kind of mass popularity it so richly deserves. It is the central theme song of the enterprise and the lyrics suit the proceedings to the tee.

And finally, kudos to Aamir Khan for believing in the subject and giving it the kind of platform only he could have. Looking at the unanimous accolades, this might just be his ticket to going one step beyond Lagaan at the Academy Awards. Only time will tell.

For now, switch off the TV and head to your nearest theatre. Really, aaj tak maut ki itni raunak nahin dekhi hogi!


Sam's rating - 3/5


Friday, August 14, 2009

Déjà vu, of the worst kind

It happened in November 2008 once and now the story is repeating itself all over again.

Both instances involved two brilliant & delightful UTV movies –Oye Lucky, Lucky Oye, then and now, Kaminey. As Dibakar Banerjee said in an interview post OLLO’s release, “har picture ka ek bhagwaan hota hai” – guess these two movies share their deity.

The 26/11 terror weekend brought the entire city down to its knees for almost 3-4 days. Everyone was glued, watching the most horrific reality show unfold itself on national TV. Going to watch a movie in the theatres was the last thing on anyone’s mind. Oye Lucky opened to single digit % bookings over its first weekend and though it recovered with word of mouth, the damage had pretty much been done. Dibakar Banerjee most wonderful second offing, for all the cult status it has gathered since, wasn’t able to rake in the box-office moolah and get the eyeballs it so richly deserved.

And now, swine flu happens. The government hits the panic button and shuts down all schools and colleges for a week and all cinema halls for 3 days. I was just about to get online on Wednesday evening and book my tickets for the Friday evening show for Kaminey, when I heard the dreadful news on TV. I almost sunk. Aug 14 wasn’t gonna turn out the day I was so lipsmackingly looking forward to. Kaminey was going to enthrall everyone through its opening weekend, except for us flu-mania-stuck denizens of Bombay and Pune. I mean, yes, the swine flu scare is pretty real, but still. I am still not able to explain it to myself.

I don’t remember the last time I wished for the weekend to just zip by in a flash and so eagerly waited for Sunday to arrive.

The reviews for Kaminey have started flowing in and I am not one bit surprised by the unanimously positive reactions. I have yet resisted reading any review in detail, have skimmed through the titles and the ratings at the end. Don’t want to pollute my mind with any kind of details that will dampen the Nirvana.

The promos and the kick-ass soundtrack had set the benchmarks way too high anyways. The movie was definitely gonna be all that and much more. And am so glad it is. After all, it’s a Vishal Bhardwaj product.

Yes, having such unreal expectations from anyone is pretty insane, but then you watch any 10 minutes of The Blue Umbrella and you know that the man is sheer genius and that your heart won’t settle for anything mediocre. For all of you who haven’t watched this absolute gem of a movie, please do yourselves a favor and rent a DVD this weekend.

Meanwhile, the Kaminey experience is still two agonizing days away. The weekend has never seemed so long before.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Adieu, PDX

What a moment to be writing this. Sitting @ the PDX airport, 5.40 in the morning, another 45 minutes to go for my flight to take off. 

Dunno when I will be back. Dunno if I will be back. But then as life has been over the last 3-4 years, one lesson I've learnt is to not discount out anything. 

13 eventful months. 13 months, in a city, that everyone down in sunny California raised their eyebrows to. "Portland, you leaving the Bay Area for Portland! Do you know the kinda weather that's up there? Blah, blah, blah"

To be honest, I was a lil skeptical to begin with. And it wasn't love-at-first-sight either. But theng gradually, as the city began to seep into my veins, I flipped. Completely. By the old-school charm, the green and most importantly, the calm & peace that Portland had to offer. 

And the wonderfully warm people I met, only added to the charm. Some absolute gems, really. I hope the friendships last a lifetime.

After Bombay, Portland is the closest to where I've felt like being @ home. How I'm feeling @ the moment is how I feel everytime I take a flight outta Bombay. Its difficult to believe that another city evokes the same emotions. But it does.

Anyways, life is all about whole-heartedly embracing the change. So here we are. Goodbye, my dear city. And thank you for being such a wonderful host. I really couldn't have asked for more. 

Wherever life takes me, I shall always cherish the memories you've given me. Always.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

jab we met

I've been terribly delayed in writing this piece. Actually an entire month, to be precise.

Guys may be supposed to be bad with dates and all, but I for sure cannot forget the day my life changed for the better, forever. When everything I was hoping & praying for just magically fell in place, in a manner much better than I had ever envisaged. The day when coffee @ the Cafe Coffee Day tasted better than it ever has.

That evening, she was someone was I so eagerly looking forward to meet. We had spoken for hours at end on the phone, typed away relentlessly on gtalk, twiddled our thumbs composing SMS smileys almost every single day, and in the process, traversed an emotional journey that perhaps neither of us thought we would undertake in such fashion. But then life had other ideas.

Sure there were flashes of logical realization along the way - was this the right this to do?Without even having met each other once? What about practicality?

But somehow, the questions didn't last for too long. Before we knew it, we were back on the phone. Day by day, one conversation after another, we were comfortably seeping into each others' lives.

As time passed, the questions got more serious - what IF this is not it? How much baggage have we accumulated over four months for us to be able to shed that and move on, as we are supposed to? Are there any "wise" answers to such questions? Isn't this what is called behaving immaturely? Again, there was something that was keeping us both in it. Something that kept us hooked on. What, we really didn't know.

And then finally, as they say, the right time came. We met. And it was as if we had known each other forever. There was no apprehension, the body language was super comfortable. It was like two long lost friends catching up. Could totally relate to each other. Meeting each other in person had turned out to be more wonderful than we could have ever thought.

Today, we are such indispensable parts of each others' lives that it seems weird to think of a life without each other, whenever it existed.

It was evening of the 9th of March when Renu and I first met. When the glint in our eyes and the smile on our lips just said it all. To think of it, neither of us really popped the big question. Both of us just knew that we were always meant to be together.

Someone up there has hand-held us all the way through and here we were are, so eagerly looking forward to share our the rest of our lives with each other. Thank you sooo very much - it really couldn't have been scripted better.

Serendipity now has a new meaning.

Monday, March 16, 2009

the bells are ringing...

all lines on this route are engaged!
please try after some time :)

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

virtual reality

just five more days to a Monday I am so looking forward to...

keep the faith!!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

fuper!

One of the highlights of the drive to Seattle over the weekend was getting to see the trailer of Vishal Bhardwaj's Kaminey.

And if the trailer (and the soundtrack) are anything to go by, we have a cracker of a movie on our hands! Am lipsmackingly looking forward to this one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1HcanzUqf0

Releases June 5 - dhan-tan-naa!!