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Journalism of Courage
CAST: John Abraham, Ayesha Takia, Paresh Rawal, Ranvir Shorey
DIRECTOR: Anurag Kashyap
No Smoking is no good. Not because it doesn8217;t have a superb idea. It does. But because it is too bizarre, too outreacute;, too out of it. It stops us from connecting.
K John is a nicotine addict. He smokes like there8217;s no tomorrow. At work. At play. In the bath-tub. In the bedroom. In bed, confesses his despairing wife Ayesha to a dinner-party companion. He8217;s driven, finally, to Prayogshala, a way-below-the-ground maze, where he8217;s forced into a Faustian bargain by Baba Bengali Paresh, on the lines of a contract signed by a Stephen King short story hero: no ciggies, no soul.
Kashyap8217;s K okay, okay, we8217;ve also read Kafka starts off being a character we are genuinely curious about. John, in oversized shades, sexy stubble, and super-sexy torso, even pulls off a Taxi Driver moment, when he scowls in the mirror: 8220;no one tells me what to do. No one.8221;
It could be a leitmotif for the director8217;s journey. Clearly, no one told Kashyap what to do in Paanch, his absolutely brilliant but still-sadly unreleased debut , which uses darkness and an almost obsessive yearning for the different, in a manner which is both shocking and searing. His Black Friday, a re-construction of the Bombay riots, is first-rate. Both movies would unhesitatingly find a place on Best Hindi cinema lists.
But No Smoking takes us, and him, to a place Bollywood8217;s never been before. And that8217;s the film8217;s only virtue. You take note of, detachedly, the scenarists8217; zeal in creating the surreal hell, very Kafka-esque, that K is surrounded by. But you don8217;t really care about what happens to him, not even when he loses, in succession, his hearing, his fingers, and, his self.
