February 14, 2009 2:27:50 am
CAST: Irrfan,Shah Rukh Khan,Lara Dutta,Om Puri,Rajpal Yadav,Asrani
Once upon an ancient time,an exemplary friendship illumined our land: tales of Lord Krishna and his childhood pal Sudama,perhaps apocryphal,perhaps mythical,still continue to regale and delight us.
Monster Malyalam hit Katha Parayumpol becomes Billu on its way to the Hindi heartland via Priyadarshan. In the remake,Irrfan plays the barber who shared tiffin with superstar Sahir Khan when they were carefree schoolchildren. Now all grown up,Billu is still dirt poor,living with wife and two kids in a spartan hut,and Sahir is the badshah of Bollywood.
The film,geared towards the climactic point of the two opposite poles meeting,is supposed to thrive on the tensions built by the director,in the lives of Billu and Sahir. But except for a couple of sequences which hit the emotional spot,Priyadarshans latest is devoid of the essential drama that would have made Billu a memorable film.
Can you put a high-octane performer like SRK and a fabulous actor like Irrfan in one film and draw a near blank? Priyan has done exactly that by abandoning his usual exuberance,which makes his films such loud,take-you-out-of-yourself experiences. Here he goes uncharacteristically sedate,and keeps everything so toned down that almost nothing lifts off the screen.
Too much time is spent getting Billu and Sahir to meet,and the interim passes slowly. Irrfan is wonderful,but is surrounded by a lot of dead wood: except for Asrani,the rest of the bit parts never go beyond their lines. Or are just plain uninteresting. How many times can you see a mustachioed Om Puri (playing a greedy money-lender) drive up to Billus little shop in the middle of a village chowk (note to the filmmakers: sets will always be sets,and never the real thing: a UP village will never have a round circle dotted with subziwalas,naiees (barbers),and other bric-a-brac,its always intersecting galis),and yell at him? And Lara as a village belle may not be as much a stretch as the one she was in Mumbai Se Aaya Mera Dost,but only a tad: her flawlessly cut low-back cholis are a fashion statement you wont find in villages.
SRK,playing a character as close to himself as you wouldnt notice (and youre not supposed to),charges up the scene every time he comes on,saying something pithy. Which happens too seldom,because hes too busy boosting the film with item numbers with Kareena,Priyanka and Deepika. Happily,he does reserve some lovely lines for himself: Im the only movie star who has more men than women around me. Hes saying that apropos of the macho security men who surround him,but ha ha,read between the lines. He also uses the film to launch broadsides at people who say nasty things about the Khans and Bollywood rivalries,and pompous types who do not respect actors: not for nothing is he the smartest of them all.
Watch it for Irrfan who gets every shade in,from self-respect to bafflement to misery,in his portrayal of a poor man whos got too much pride to remember himself to a friend whos gone so far ahead of him in lifes sweepstakes. And for SRK playing SRK. Just dont pay too much attention to the film.
CAST: Kay Kay Menon,Arbaaz Khan,Vikram Gokhale,Rukhsar,Virendra Saxena
DIRECTOR: Manish Gupta
BACK in the early 80s,a series of brutal murders held Bombay in thrall. The victims were all pavement dwellers,killed in their sleep,with the same weapon: a big,heavy stone was used to smash their heads. The killer was dubbed Patharmaar in the press,and with passing time and no results,the case got buried,and forgotten.
The Stoneman Murders reveals the horrifying secret,like a proper murder mystery should,right at the end. The narrative is linear and non-fussy,the story-telling direct,peppered with some truly chilling moments.
It unspools with discredited cop Kay Kay being assigned to the case in an unofficial capacity: hes on suspension because of a custody death,but hes so convinced he can crack it,that his boss agrees. The gathering of forensic evidence,photographs of the corpses,and the sifting that follows is classic detective territory,and the director does a good job of keeping it simple,but keeping it going.
Some forced moments intrude: what was the need of a nude back shot of Rukhsar,playing Kay Kays lonely wife? As things stand,the deeply-troubled Kay Kay doesnt follow through,just turns his back on her,and goes off to sleep.
On the whole,though,The Stoneman Murders delivers on what it sets out to do: building a portrait of a disturbed,deranged mind,which thinks killing will set it free. And a solid performance from the always-watchable Kay Kay.
CAST: Will Smith,Rosario Dawson,Woody Harrelson
DIRECTOR: Gabriele Muccino
FROM the director-actor duo of The Pursuit of Happyness,comes a film about pursuing sadness,a pursuit so dogged that the only way out is killing oneself with the sting of a jellyfish.
Will Smith shoulders that sadness with visible effort,walking around with his face bunched up,his eyes brimming with unshed tears. He has a heavy secret weighing down his heart,and though Muccino and writer Grant Nieporte would like to believe its a secret,you more or less guess what it is. What Smiths Ben Thomas sees as his salvation is what Seven Pounds is about.
Not only is the idea so far out to be only fiction,it is so sadly executed that you can be pardoned for thinking Will Smith has remade Hancock,with less booze,more heart but as many powers and apparently as much grief.
Ben has superhuman qualities of goodness,which range from staying up all night by hospital beds of strangers and clearing their gardens,to gifting away beach houses and getting bone marrow extracted without anaesthesia. And thats just one day in the life of Ben. The night he spends fixing the attractive but dying Ms Posas (Dawson) original Heidelberg printing press. He is an MIT graduate,and was a space scientist of some sort.
In his new life,post that secret event we are kept in the dark about,he pretends to be an Internal Revenue Service (IRS) officer,who – it appears so,at least – accesses data of dying or seriously ill patients through the network and then helps them out. While IRS isnt known for such angelic acts,who looks a gift horse in the mouth?
In the sadness at display,emphasised repeatedly in dark hospital corridors and lonely motel rooms,the idea perhaps is to have us feel sorry for Ben. But thats hard to do,given how sorry he feels for himself. His decision to have a relationship with Posa in the light of what he is going to do is perhaps the most selfish of acts. Harrelson fares worst,as just another faceless name in Bens be-grateful-to-me check list.
Granted they are two very different films,but The Pursuit of Happyness knew this basic difference. Happiness is to be shared,sadness generally borne alone. Seven Pounds wont stop trying to bring on the tears.
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HES JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU
CAST: Jennifer Connelly,Jennifer Aniston,Ginnifer Goodwin,Scarlett Johansson,Drew Barrymore,Ben Affleck,Kevin Connolly,Bradley Cooper
DIRECTOR: Ken Kwapis
HES Just Not That Into You is obviously directed at the Valentines crowd. The rest of it? Well,one cant be sure,but heres a list:
A) Men can be mean,but they are men. So take them,leave them or spend the rest of your life waiting by your phone,computer or Facebook to hear from them;
B) No man wants marriage,and if you force them into it,you are to blame if things go wrong,like him sleeping around with a hot woman;
C) Marriage anyway isnt what its made out to be because all married men laze around while your boyfriend for many years may just surprise you with how fast he can clean the dishes;
D) All women only want marriage,or are in the process of hooking a man into it,and once they are there,only kids.
Whats surprising is how many marquee names Kwapis has lined up for these regurgigated romantic lectures on when to know when someone is into someone. Much,it seems,hangs by who calls whom,though as most would tell you,there are other ways to tell.
Many of the names get barely a look-in,like Drew Barrymore,while the irritating Goodwin with weird hair giggles through her extraordinarily long screen presence. Hers is to be insulted in the name of open-hearted innocence,not to question why,and justify it as a means to finding true love.
Johansson has also made an art of it,allowing herself to be used once again as a pretty face and body who apparently doesnt want to be see beyond either.
However,perhaps in a film that portends to be a self-help to love on a day where you better love or be damned,she has judged the best. As others go through the motions of heartbreak and make-up,she flits through as a sexy,shallow,vapid singer of some kind. She is just not that into it.
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