Up until the last year or so, the only Pakistani movie I had seen was
the notorious "Zinda Laash," which is still the only vampire movie I
know of that uses 'dracula' as a common noun. (As in, "He has become a
dracula!") This may have affected my opinions about Pakistani cinema.
To be fair, though, since the late 70s, Lollywood has been looked at as a
sort of poor cousin of Bollywood, making the same sorts of movies, only
cheaper and more violent. Happily, things have changed, and the
Pakistani film industry is enjoying a sort of Renaissance at the moment,
which leads me to Teefa In Trouble.
Teefa (Ali Zafar) is an enforcer for the Butt crime family, and no, that
is not a typo. Teefa's presented as a charming rogue; he's devoted to
his mother, and tries hard not to kill anybody, but he has a real talent
for beating people up, and is determined to make the most of it.
naturally, when Butt's old friend, legitimate businessman and Polish
resident Bonzo (also not a typo) decides to marry his daughter Anya
(Maya Ali) to the son of a business partner rather than Butt's son
Billu, Teefa is put on a plane to Poland with orders to kidnap the bride
and bring her back to Lahore. Anya, however, has her own plans, and
has already made arrangements to be "kidnapped" so she can spend some
time with handsome bar singer Andy (Tom Coulston), so when Teefa arrives
she's more than happy to go along with them.
And that's where the titular trouble comes in - Bonzo has friends in the
Polish government, so Teefa is running from the police while falling in
love with Anya and battling his own conscience, and you can probably
already guess where this is going. It's standard romantic comedy stuff,
but it's well written and punctuated with engaging action scenes and
fights that range from funny to surprisingly brutal. And not a single
dracula to be found.
Saturday, September 28, 2019
This wouldn't have been a problem if you'd just listened to your mom and became a wrestler . . .
A brief review of Duplicate: AAAHH THIS MOVIE IS SO DUMB YOU GUYS OH MY GOSH I LOVE IT!!!!!
Ahem. Let me try that again, without shouting.
Shah Rukh Khan plays Babloo, an awkward but good-hearted Punjabi man who dreams of becoming the world's greatest chef, despite his overbearing mother (Farida Jalal, who is the mom in every other movie from the Nineties) pressuring him to take up the family business of wrestling. Step one is to get a job in the local hotel, supervised by the beautiful but snooty Sonia Kapoor (Juhi Chawla), who does not speak English as well as she thinks she does. Babloo wins the job (and Sonia's heart) by doing this:
Shah Rukh Khan also plays Manu, a vicious gangster who just escaped from prison and is hell-bent on taking revenge on his former partners, with the help of an array of cunning disguises and his sometime girlfriend, bar dancer Lily (Sonali Bendre).
Now, while Shah Rukh is best known for playing lovable goofball romantic heroes, he rose to stardom playing the villain, particularly in Darr (where he played an obsessive stalker targeting Juhi Chawla, and managed to completely overshadow the hero) and Baazigar (where he was hell-bent on taking revenge with the help of an array of cunning disguises.) In other words, this movie is pitting the two halves of Shah Rukh's career against each other, and because the comedy is so broad, at times we've got Shah Rukh Khan as a parody of Shah Rukh Khan doing a bad Shah Rukh Khan impression pitted against Shah Rukh Khan as a parody of etc. etc. etc.
But you don't need to know any of that to enjoy the film. The dumb gags translate a lot better than clever wordplay would, so you just need to be able to put up with unabashed silliness as Shah Rukh chews his way through two heaping servings of scenery, Everybody's Mom Farida Jalal gets to beat people up for once, Juhi lights up the screen with that smile, and Sonali Bendre actually plays things completely straight, giving a somewhat nuanced portrayal of the bad girl with a heart of . . . maybe not gold, but there's definitely some silver in there. Also more fight choreography directly ripped off from John Woo.
Ahem. Let me try that again, without shouting.
Shah Rukh Khan plays Babloo, an awkward but good-hearted Punjabi man who dreams of becoming the world's greatest chef, despite his overbearing mother (Farida Jalal, who is the mom in every other movie from the Nineties) pressuring him to take up the family business of wrestling. Step one is to get a job in the local hotel, supervised by the beautiful but snooty Sonia Kapoor (Juhi Chawla), who does not speak English as well as she thinks she does. Babloo wins the job (and Sonia's heart) by doing this:
(Oh for the days when I was so young and innocent that I didn't get the eggplant joke.)
Shah Rukh Khan also plays Manu, a vicious gangster who just escaped from prison and is hell-bent on taking revenge on his former partners, with the help of an array of cunning disguises and his sometime girlfriend, bar dancer Lily (Sonali Bendre).
Now, while Shah Rukh is best known for playing lovable goofball romantic heroes, he rose to stardom playing the villain, particularly in Darr (where he played an obsessive stalker targeting Juhi Chawla, and managed to completely overshadow the hero) and Baazigar (where he was hell-bent on taking revenge with the help of an array of cunning disguises.) In other words, this movie is pitting the two halves of Shah Rukh's career against each other, and because the comedy is so broad, at times we've got Shah Rukh Khan as a parody of Shah Rukh Khan doing a bad Shah Rukh Khan impression pitted against Shah Rukh Khan as a parody of etc. etc. etc.
But you don't need to know any of that to enjoy the film. The dumb gags translate a lot better than clever wordplay would, so you just need to be able to put up with unabashed silliness as Shah Rukh chews his way through two heaping servings of scenery, Everybody's Mom Farida Jalal gets to beat people up for once, Juhi lights up the screen with that smile, and Sonali Bendre actually plays things completely straight, giving a somewhat nuanced portrayal of the bad girl with a heart of . . . maybe not gold, but there's definitely some silver in there. Also more fight choreography directly ripped off from John Woo.
Like A Boss
Bollywood is my go to example for it being okay to enjoy problematic
things, as long as you keep an eye on why they're problematic. It's a
big industry, so examples vary, but gender issues in particular are
often glaring. I could write a paper. I'm sure many people have
written papers, and they need to write more, since the examples are so
numerous.
All of which is a long winded way of saying that I also re-watched Yes Boss. The other movies I've talked about so far both mix their genres; One 2 Ka 4 is Bollywood romance meets John Woo action flick, and Phir Bhi Dil Hai Hindustani is Bollywood romance meets political thriller. Yes Boss, on the other hand, just doubles up on the frothy romance, focusing intently on one love triangle which isn't resolved until the very end of the film. It's all pretty standard stuff, except much more nuanced and layered and I'm honestly not sure how I'm supposed to feel about it.
Aditya Pancholi plays Siddharth, a wealthy (but married) playboy who uses his advertising agency mostly as an excuse to meet models. Juhi Chawla plays Seema, a middle class aspiring model with no money but big dreams, and Shah Rukh Khan plays Rahul, Siddharth's smooth talking personal assistant who alternates between helping his boss juggle his assorted mistresses and placate his wife, and caring for his own mother, who has a serious but unnamed heart condition. Rahul meets Seema, sparks fly, but they're both focused on their respective careers, and as Seema says, "Two unsuccessful people can never build a successful life." So that's that. Until Siddharth meets Seema, decides she's the girl he wants, and orders Rahul to use his usual bag of tricks to make that happen.
So. Boy met girl, boy lost girl, creepy millionaire decides he wants girl, and nice-but-ambitious boy helps him. Siddharth is manipulative as hell, staging a workplace confrontation so that he can be the sensitive boss who respects women and traditional Indian values, and it works! Seema's his girlfriend now! His wife catches him out shopping with Seema, so he lies and says that Seema is married to Rahul, thereby forcing the two nice young people into each other's company with a shared secret, at first to protect the boss, and then to protect Rahul's mother, who has returned from her pilgrimage and has a heart condition that could KILL HER if she gets any nasty surprises. It's all textbook romcom stuff.
The problem is that Siddharth is an utter monster who looms over the happy romcom proceedings like Dracula's taller brother. Take this peppy little musical number:
Now, that's not a bad thing; I like a bit of complexity in my schmaltzy romance. But it does raise questions about our hero. On the one hand, the film is very clear that Rahul doesn't know about the shadier stuff Siddharth has been doing, Siddharth is manipulating him at least as much as everybody else, if not more (and even has a scene to gloat about that fact), and Rahul does experience genuine remorse and undergoes a great deal of moral growth. On the other hand, while Siddharth's previous relationships were consensual (as far as we know), they were still based on a potent stew of power imbalance and lies, and Rahul was complicit as hell. I dunno.
At the very least, the movie has its heart in the right place. At the end, our hero rushes to confront the villain because it's the right thing to do, not because he expects to get the girl. (Of course he gets the girl, but he's not expecting it.) And Mom does not die, instead directly telling the audience that it's not Seema's fault she was lied to and manipulated, so don't be a sexist jerk.
All of which is a long winded way of saying that I also re-watched Yes Boss. The other movies I've talked about so far both mix their genres; One 2 Ka 4 is Bollywood romance meets John Woo action flick, and Phir Bhi Dil Hai Hindustani is Bollywood romance meets political thriller. Yes Boss, on the other hand, just doubles up on the frothy romance, focusing intently on one love triangle which isn't resolved until the very end of the film. It's all pretty standard stuff, except much more nuanced and layered and I'm honestly not sure how I'm supposed to feel about it.
Aditya Pancholi plays Siddharth, a wealthy (but married) playboy who uses his advertising agency mostly as an excuse to meet models. Juhi Chawla plays Seema, a middle class aspiring model with no money but big dreams, and Shah Rukh Khan plays Rahul, Siddharth's smooth talking personal assistant who alternates between helping his boss juggle his assorted mistresses and placate his wife, and caring for his own mother, who has a serious but unnamed heart condition. Rahul meets Seema, sparks fly, but they're both focused on their respective careers, and as Seema says, "Two unsuccessful people can never build a successful life." So that's that. Until Siddharth meets Seema, decides she's the girl he wants, and orders Rahul to use his usual bag of tricks to make that happen.
So. Boy met girl, boy lost girl, creepy millionaire decides he wants girl, and nice-but-ambitious boy helps him. Siddharth is manipulative as hell, staging a workplace confrontation so that he can be the sensitive boss who respects women and traditional Indian values, and it works! Seema's his girlfriend now! His wife catches him out shopping with Seema, so he lies and says that Seema is married to Rahul, thereby forcing the two nice young people into each other's company with a shared secret, at first to protect the boss, and then to protect Rahul's mother, who has returned from her pilgrimage and has a heart condition that could KILL HER if she gets any nasty surprises. It's all textbook romcom stuff.
The problem is that Siddharth is an utter monster who looms over the happy romcom proceedings like Dracula's taller brother. Take this peppy little musical number:
Fun, right? Siddharth has drugged Seema, and Rahul is desperately
scrambling to get her home safely. That's probably the film's biggest
bit of tonal weirdness, but that tension is always there, even in the
happiest moments.
Now, that's not a bad thing; I like a bit of complexity in my schmaltzy romance. But it does raise questions about our hero. On the one hand, the film is very clear that Rahul doesn't know about the shadier stuff Siddharth has been doing, Siddharth is manipulating him at least as much as everybody else, if not more (and even has a scene to gloat about that fact), and Rahul does experience genuine remorse and undergoes a great deal of moral growth. On the other hand, while Siddharth's previous relationships were consensual (as far as we know), they were still based on a potent stew of power imbalance and lies, and Rahul was complicit as hell. I dunno.
At the very least, the movie has its heart in the right place. At the end, our hero rushes to confront the villain because it's the right thing to do, not because he expects to get the girl. (Of course he gets the girl, but he's not expecting it.) And Mom does not die, instead directly telling the audience that it's not Seema's fault she was lied to and manipulated, so don't be a sexist jerk.
Two Short Reviews
I've been treating myself to a sort of Shahrukh Khan-Juhi Chawla minimarathon. Movies:
One 2 Ka 4. Shahrukh Khan is Chow Yun-Fat in Neil Simon's The Star-Spangled Girl!
Basically nothing in this movie makes sense. SRK is Arun, a tough inner city cop. After his partner Javed dies, Arun is left to raise his orphaned children, and winds up asking Geeta, a spirited simple village girl he literally just met on the street a few days ago, to move in and help with the kids. Geeta is immediately smitten, Arun is notably less so, but their romantic comedy is complicated by Arun's feud with a local drug lord, the mystery of Javed's death, and the financial pressures of suddenly supporting four kids, a freelance housekeeper, and his old college roommate. There's a big twist, which makes even less sense, a lengthy series of gunfights which all seem to feature jumping sideways with both guns blazing, and a happy ending which really isn't earned at all, but despite all that the movie does a great job of blending the mid-nineties Bollywood romantic comedy aesthetic with John Woo-styled gunplay and crime drama.
Phir Bhi Dil Hai Hindustani.
There's a lot in this movie which just hasn't aged well. SRK's character starts off as a philandering creep who refuses to take no for an answer (granted, the question is "Will you tell me your phone number?" rather than anything worse, but it does not bode well) and has a small house in the country which is filled with photos of scantily clad women, which is played as offbeat and charming rather than a massive red flag, and the less said about the "Let's dress up like Chinese stereotypes in order to fool the gangsters" scene, the better.
That said, once the heroic reporters and their plucky gangster sidekick break into the TV station in order to broadcast the TRUTH and the popular, peaceful uprising that follows? Solid gold. At its best, the movie is a chilling look at what happens when the media sides with a political party, and a stirring invocation of the power of truth. I'm not even Indian but I still feel a surge of patriotic pride when the people begin their march on the prison. It's so good that I'm willing to forgive the clumsy romantic banter at the very end.
But the Chinese scene is terrible, and everybody involved should take a part of every day to feel bad about it.
One 2 Ka 4. Shahrukh Khan is Chow Yun-Fat in Neil Simon's The Star-Spangled Girl!
Basically nothing in this movie makes sense. SRK is Arun, a tough inner city cop. After his partner Javed dies, Arun is left to raise his orphaned children, and winds up asking Geeta, a spirited simple village girl he literally just met on the street a few days ago, to move in and help with the kids. Geeta is immediately smitten, Arun is notably less so, but their romantic comedy is complicated by Arun's feud with a local drug lord, the mystery of Javed's death, and the financial pressures of suddenly supporting four kids, a freelance housekeeper, and his old college roommate. There's a big twist, which makes even less sense, a lengthy series of gunfights which all seem to feature jumping sideways with both guns blazing, and a happy ending which really isn't earned at all, but despite all that the movie does a great job of blending the mid-nineties Bollywood romantic comedy aesthetic with John Woo-styled gunplay and crime drama.
Phir Bhi Dil Hai Hindustani.
There's a lot in this movie which just hasn't aged well. SRK's character starts off as a philandering creep who refuses to take no for an answer (granted, the question is "Will you tell me your phone number?" rather than anything worse, but it does not bode well) and has a small house in the country which is filled with photos of scantily clad women, which is played as offbeat and charming rather than a massive red flag, and the less said about the "Let's dress up like Chinese stereotypes in order to fool the gangsters" scene, the better.
That said, once the heroic reporters and their plucky gangster sidekick break into the TV station in order to broadcast the TRUTH and the popular, peaceful uprising that follows? Solid gold. At its best, the movie is a chilling look at what happens when the media sides with a political party, and a stirring invocation of the power of truth. I'm not even Indian but I still feel a surge of patriotic pride when the people begin their march on the prison. It's so good that I'm willing to forgive the clumsy romantic banter at the very end.
But the Chinese scene is terrible, and everybody involved should take a part of every day to feel bad about it.
Blindsided.
Lafengey Parindey (2010) is a good example of how
hard it can be to judge a Bollywood movie by its DVD cover. It’s the
story of a fighter in an underworld boxing ring and his love for a blind
dancer, so I was really expecting a lot more Ghulam II: The Blindening, and not so much roller dancing.
Our fighter is Nandu (Neil Nitin Mukesh), or “One Shot Nandu” as he’s known in the ring. Nandu has a pretty impressive gimmick; he fights blindfolded, taking a beating until he can figure out exactly where his opponent is, then dropping them in one shot.
Nandu fights for gambling kingpin Usmaan Ali (Piyush Mishra), who treats him like a clever and talented child. Despite working for a mobster, Nandu has managed to avoid being corrupted by the people around him, but he does look up to Anna (Kay Kay Menon), one of Usmaan’s top men, so when Usmaan asks him to drive Anna on a mission, Nandu is happy to agree. Anna is a little less happy, and tries to steer Nandu toward an honest job as a bouncer, but without much success.
Nadu drives Anna to his destination, and then everything goes horribly wrong – Anna has been shot, men with guns are chasing them, and as Nandu drives through the pouring rain he accidentally runs over a young girl. Anna convinces Nandu to get out of the car and then drives away, happy to take the blame for the hit and run since he’s dying anyway.
The victim of the hit and run is Pinky (Deepika Padukone), a talented dancer and skater who dreams of roller dancing on India’s Got Talent. The accident leaves her permanently blinded and unable to skate, and a guilt-ridden Nandu suddenly realizes that while he doesn’t have enough money to make a real difference, he is uniquely qualified to help her learn to see without using her eyes. Time for a training montage!
Montage completed, Pinky feels ready to skate again, and she needs a partner. Since she trusts Nandu, he’s the one that she wants. He reluctantly agrees, and the pair . . . I was going to say they drift into a relationship, but that’s really not the case, since Pinky is very much the instigator. (Nandu falls for her during the training montage, but he feels too guilty to make a move.) However, police inspector K.K. Sethna (Manish Chaudhary) knows that Anna wasn’t driving when Pinky was struck. Despite being ordered off the case, he keeps investigating, and quietly builds an impressive case against Nandu, who still hasn’t told Pinky the truth.
You may think that the plot is building toward one final climactric boxing match in which Nandu tries to earn the money to get Pinky’s eyes fixed, but that’s exactly what doesn’t happen. While Lafengey Parindey is kind of a sports movie, the sport in question isn’t underground blindfolded bareknuckle boxing, it’s reality show rollerdancing. The “big game” isn’t a boxing match, it’s the India’s Got Talent finals.
Another movie would have focused on the boxing, but that’s because that other movie would be about Nandu, while this movie is about Nandu and Pinky. At heart it’s a romance which happens to have some “gritty crime drama” trappings. The streets may be mean, but the people by and large aren’t; even Usmaan, the obvious villain of the piece, makes a fairly reasonable offer that Nandu can’t refuse. It’s like a Jane Austen novel, but with more gangsters and less insight into the human condition.
Our fighter is Nandu (Neil Nitin Mukesh), or “One Shot Nandu” as he’s known in the ring. Nandu has a pretty impressive gimmick; he fights blindfolded, taking a beating until he can figure out exactly where his opponent is, then dropping them in one shot.
Nandu fights for gambling kingpin Usmaan Ali (Piyush Mishra), who treats him like a clever and talented child. Despite working for a mobster, Nandu has managed to avoid being corrupted by the people around him, but he does look up to Anna (Kay Kay Menon), one of Usmaan’s top men, so when Usmaan asks him to drive Anna on a mission, Nandu is happy to agree. Anna is a little less happy, and tries to steer Nandu toward an honest job as a bouncer, but without much success.
Nadu drives Anna to his destination, and then everything goes horribly wrong – Anna has been shot, men with guns are chasing them, and as Nandu drives through the pouring rain he accidentally runs over a young girl. Anna convinces Nandu to get out of the car and then drives away, happy to take the blame for the hit and run since he’s dying anyway.
The victim of the hit and run is Pinky (Deepika Padukone), a talented dancer and skater who dreams of roller dancing on India’s Got Talent. The accident leaves her permanently blinded and unable to skate, and a guilt-ridden Nandu suddenly realizes that while he doesn’t have enough money to make a real difference, he is uniquely qualified to help her learn to see without using her eyes. Time for a training montage!
Montage completed, Pinky feels ready to skate again, and she needs a partner. Since she trusts Nandu, he’s the one that she wants. He reluctantly agrees, and the pair . . . I was going to say they drift into a relationship, but that’s really not the case, since Pinky is very much the instigator. (Nandu falls for her during the training montage, but he feels too guilty to make a move.) However, police inspector K.K. Sethna (Manish Chaudhary) knows that Anna wasn’t driving when Pinky was struck. Despite being ordered off the case, he keeps investigating, and quietly builds an impressive case against Nandu, who still hasn’t told Pinky the truth.
You may think that the plot is building toward one final climactric boxing match in which Nandu tries to earn the money to get Pinky’s eyes fixed, but that’s exactly what doesn’t happen. While Lafengey Parindey is kind of a sports movie, the sport in question isn’t underground blindfolded bareknuckle boxing, it’s reality show rollerdancing. The “big game” isn’t a boxing match, it’s the India’s Got Talent finals.
Another movie would have focused on the boxing, but that’s because that other movie would be about Nandu, while this movie is about Nandu and Pinky. At heart it’s a romance which happens to have some “gritty crime drama” trappings. The streets may be mean, but the people by and large aren’t; even Usmaan, the obvious villain of the piece, makes a fairly reasonable offer that Nandu can’t refuse. It’s like a Jane Austen novel, but with more gangsters and less insight into the human condition.
Pong: The Next Level
As long time readers know, I love Indian special effects
extravaganzas, movies starring Shahrukh Khan, and thinly veiled
retellings of the Ramayana, so yes, I was really looking forward to Ra.One (2011). It isn’t quite what I was expecting, though; I thought it would be Bollywood Tron, steeped in cultural references, and instead I got a Bollywood remake of that episode of Star Trek where Geordi accidentally brings Moriarty to life. As a reviewer, where am I supposed to go with that?
Khan plays software designer Shekhar Subramanium, who is a lucky, lucky nerd. Sure, he’s clumsy, socially awkward, and has a terrible haircut, but he’s married to the lovely and intelligent Sonia (Kareena Kapoor), he has a great job at a large electronics firm in London, and he’s a fantastic dancer. The only problem is that his son Prateek (Armaan Verma) doesn’t respect him.
When Shekhar and his team are assigned to create a new videogame for the Indian market, Shekhar sees a chance to change that. Prateek thinks heroes are lame and villains are cool, so Shekhar designs a game around Ra.One, the coolest villain ever, a bad guy who can never be beaten. And of course there’s no way that could possibly go horribly wrong, unless they designed the Ra.One character as a separate program which is capable of learning and adapting to the game, and the company was also working on a system for projecting digital information into the real world without the need for a screen. And what are the odds of that?
(The video game featured in the movie is, as you’ve probably guessed, terrible. It’s a fighting game with one protagonist, one opponent, and one backdrop – basically a fancy version of Pong. Like in Toonpur Ka Superhero the game has three short levels so that our protagonists can play through the entire game at the climax without the movie being fifty hours long; unlike Toonpur at least all three levels come from the same game here. As lame as the game itself is, though, the hardware involved, and especially the adaptive antagonist, would be revolutionary.)
Work on the game moves quickly, and the company holds a party to celebrate the game’s completion. While the adults drink and have a dance number, Prateek insists on trying out the game for himself – he’s nearly won when it’s time to go home, so the game is shut off. And then everything goes horribly wrong. Ra.One, who cannot accept defeat, uses the company’s technology to enter the real world, uses his shape changing and mind control powers to kill and impersonate Akashi (Tom Wu), Shekhar’s coworker, and goes in search of “Lucifer,” which happens to be Prateek’s gaming handle. Shekhar quickly realizes what has happened and tries to stop Ra.One by claiming to be Lucifer, but Ra.One doesn’t believe him and kills him anyway.
Grief stricken, Sonia decides to take her son back to India. Prateek, meanwhile, is convinced that his father didn’t die in an accident, he was killed by Ra.One; investigating the labs, he quickly learns that he’s right, and that Ra.One is on the way. He tries to pull the hero of the video game, G.One (who was modeled on Shekhar) out of the game as a protector, but without apparent success. And then Prateek is finally caught . . . by Sonia. Unfortunately, Ra.One is close behind.
After a lengthy and destructive car chase through the streets of London, Ra.One catches up with mother and son, but G.One appears at the last moment and apparently defeats Ra.One, who collapses into a pile of shiny cubes and is buried under the road. With nowhere else to go, G.One joins Sonia and Prateek as they travel to India.
The family quickly settle into life in India, though Sonia is a little disturbed by the superpowered robot with her dead husband’s face hanging around the house. Still, he’s useful, and before long sparks are literally flying.
Before they can get too comfortable, though, Ra.One reforms, this time taking the face of a male model from a nearby billboard (Arjun Rampal). He quickly tracks the family back to India and mayhem ensues.
This movie looks fantastic. The production design is spot on, the action sequences are kinetic but shot without a trace of shakeycam, and only a few of them are ripped off from The Matrix and Terminator 2. Prateek’s opening dream sequence, which features Khan as Lucifer as long-haired Final Fantasy-styled prettyboy using his oversized sword to fight Sanjay Dutt on the Moon is amazing.
As impressive as the visuals are, though, I was left feeling a bit . . . unfulfilled. The movie rushes from gorgeous set piece to gorgeous set piece without really giving the characters time to react to anything, so the whole picture is lacking in context. There are moments of pathos, but they’re mostly crammed into a song and then forgotten about. The lack of feeling is particularly jarring because this movie stars the Rajah of Relationships, the Maestro of Melodrama, the Tzar of Manly Tears, but for most of the film he’s playing an emotionless robot.
I can understand the lack of melodrama because this movie is clearly aimed at the younger set, and adolescent boys are not known for their interest in interpersonal drama and talking about feelings. My real problem with Ra.One is that the movie keeps introducing interesting ideas, and then refuses to follow up on any of them. For example, there’s a wonderful character bit where Prateek takes a handful of his father’s ashes and, instead of immersing them in the river, he sticks them in his pocket. It’s a great character bit which could be used to set up either some genuinely satisfying character development or an emotionally manipulative sci-fi climax (or both!) but it is never mentioned again.
(I don’t mind the Chitti cameo, though, because it’s so gratuitous and bizarre. It’s like Batman popping up in the new Spider-Man movie to have a cup of coffee, and then leaving.)
I’m a little frustrated. I want to like Ra.One, and I guess I do, but I’m afraid it will always be my second favorite Indian movie about robots.
Khan plays software designer Shekhar Subramanium, who is a lucky, lucky nerd. Sure, he’s clumsy, socially awkward, and has a terrible haircut, but he’s married to the lovely and intelligent Sonia (Kareena Kapoor), he has a great job at a large electronics firm in London, and he’s a fantastic dancer. The only problem is that his son Prateek (Armaan Verma) doesn’t respect him.
When Shekhar and his team are assigned to create a new videogame for the Indian market, Shekhar sees a chance to change that. Prateek thinks heroes are lame and villains are cool, so Shekhar designs a game around Ra.One, the coolest villain ever, a bad guy who can never be beaten. And of course there’s no way that could possibly go horribly wrong, unless they designed the Ra.One character as a separate program which is capable of learning and adapting to the game, and the company was also working on a system for projecting digital information into the real world without the need for a screen. And what are the odds of that?
(The video game featured in the movie is, as you’ve probably guessed, terrible. It’s a fighting game with one protagonist, one opponent, and one backdrop – basically a fancy version of Pong. Like in Toonpur Ka Superhero the game has three short levels so that our protagonists can play through the entire game at the climax without the movie being fifty hours long; unlike Toonpur at least all three levels come from the same game here. As lame as the game itself is, though, the hardware involved, and especially the adaptive antagonist, would be revolutionary.)
Work on the game moves quickly, and the company holds a party to celebrate the game’s completion. While the adults drink and have a dance number, Prateek insists on trying out the game for himself – he’s nearly won when it’s time to go home, so the game is shut off. And then everything goes horribly wrong. Ra.One, who cannot accept defeat, uses the company’s technology to enter the real world, uses his shape changing and mind control powers to kill and impersonate Akashi (Tom Wu), Shekhar’s coworker, and goes in search of “Lucifer,” which happens to be Prateek’s gaming handle. Shekhar quickly realizes what has happened and tries to stop Ra.One by claiming to be Lucifer, but Ra.One doesn’t believe him and kills him anyway.
Grief stricken, Sonia decides to take her son back to India. Prateek, meanwhile, is convinced that his father didn’t die in an accident, he was killed by Ra.One; investigating the labs, he quickly learns that he’s right, and that Ra.One is on the way. He tries to pull the hero of the video game, G.One (who was modeled on Shekhar) out of the game as a protector, but without apparent success. And then Prateek is finally caught . . . by Sonia. Unfortunately, Ra.One is close behind.
After a lengthy and destructive car chase through the streets of London, Ra.One catches up with mother and son, but G.One appears at the last moment and apparently defeats Ra.One, who collapses into a pile of shiny cubes and is buried under the road. With nowhere else to go, G.One joins Sonia and Prateek as they travel to India.
The family quickly settle into life in India, though Sonia is a little disturbed by the superpowered robot with her dead husband’s face hanging around the house. Still, he’s useful, and before long sparks are literally flying.
Before they can get too comfortable, though, Ra.One reforms, this time taking the face of a male model from a nearby billboard (Arjun Rampal). He quickly tracks the family back to India and mayhem ensues.
This movie looks fantastic. The production design is spot on, the action sequences are kinetic but shot without a trace of shakeycam, and only a few of them are ripped off from The Matrix and Terminator 2. Prateek’s opening dream sequence, which features Khan as Lucifer as long-haired Final Fantasy-styled prettyboy using his oversized sword to fight Sanjay Dutt on the Moon is amazing.
As impressive as the visuals are, though, I was left feeling a bit . . . unfulfilled. The movie rushes from gorgeous set piece to gorgeous set piece without really giving the characters time to react to anything, so the whole picture is lacking in context. There are moments of pathos, but they’re mostly crammed into a song and then forgotten about. The lack of feeling is particularly jarring because this movie stars the Rajah of Relationships, the Maestro of Melodrama, the Tzar of Manly Tears, but for most of the film he’s playing an emotionless robot.
I can understand the lack of melodrama because this movie is clearly aimed at the younger set, and adolescent boys are not known for their interest in interpersonal drama and talking about feelings. My real problem with Ra.One is that the movie keeps introducing interesting ideas, and then refuses to follow up on any of them. For example, there’s a wonderful character bit where Prateek takes a handful of his father’s ashes and, instead of immersing them in the river, he sticks them in his pocket. It’s a great character bit which could be used to set up either some genuinely satisfying character development or an emotionally manipulative sci-fi climax (or both!) but it is never mentioned again.
(I don’t mind the Chitti cameo, though, because it’s so gratuitous and bizarre. It’s like Batman popping up in the new Spider-Man movie to have a cup of coffee, and then leaving.)
I’m a little frustrated. I want to like Ra.One, and I guess I do, but I’m afraid it will always be my second favorite Indian movie about robots.
The Taming of the Jerk
Dulha Mil Gaya (2010) is never going to win any
awards for originality; the story of the scorned or neglected wife
winning back her husband by harnessing the twin forces of jealousy and a
fabulous makeover is one of those stories that recurs over and over
again in Bollywood.
Let’s start with the husband. At the start of the film, Tej Danraj (Fardeen Khan), known as Donsai to his friends, is a billionaire playboy who lives in the West Indies with his manservant Hussain Bhai (Johhny Lever.) Donsai takes his job as a billionaire playboy seriously, and spends his time winning the hearts of beautiful women, and then not marrying them.
Unfortunately for the eternal bachelor, his late father’s will was very specific; Donsai inherits everything, but only if he marries Samarpreet Kapoor (Ishitta Sharma), daughter of a family friend. On the advice of slimy family lawyer Vakil (Vivek Vaswani) Donsai (as Tej) flies out to the Punjab, meets the Kapoors (who are naturally wonderful people and the salt of the Earth), marries Samarpreet in a quite civil ceremony, then flies back home, sending the family a check every month in order to soothe his wounded conscience.
Samarpreet grew up knowing she’d be marrying Tej someday, and upon meeting him she instantly falls in love. When months pass without even a word from her new husband, she’s heartbroken, and finally decides to fly to the West Indies herself and find out exactly what’s wrong. Naturally, the trip is a complete disaster; nobody’s there to meet her at the airport, the security guards won’t even let her in the house, when she does manage to sneak in she finds there’s a party going on and her husband is making out with a stranger in a bikini, and after she’s thrown out of the house crying, she’s promptly hit by a car.
What Samarpreet needs is a fairy godmother. What she gets is Shimmer (Sushmita Sen), an eccentric supermodel and Dorsai’s friend and neighbor. Shimmer literally picks Samarpreet up off the street, and after learning her story, resolves to help. Naturally, that means transforming simple Punjabi girl Samarpreet Kapoor into the beautiful and glamorous Samara Capore.
Shimmer has her own romantic troubles, of course. The incredibly wealthy and successful Pawan Gandhi (Shahrukh Freaking Khan) is completely devoted to her, and she probaly loves him too, but she’s too wrapped up in her career to admit it – at least, that’s what her sidekicks Lotus (Howard Rosemeyer) and Jasmine (Suchitra Pillai-Mallik) think. Samarpreet decides to repay Shimmer for her kindness by helping Pavan and Shimmer to get together.
Introducing the Pavan and Shimmer romantic subplot could have been a problem; Fardeen Khan is a fine dramatic actor and one of the best creeps in Bollywood, but when it comes to playing the romantic lead, he’s no Shahrukh Khan, while SRK is. The writers wisely decided to make this a plot point, with Donsai feeling completely inadequate in the face of Pavan’s amazing romantic charisma.
Another nice touch is that Shimmer encourages Samarpreet to ask herself if she really wants her husband back, rather than assuming that existing relationships must be preserved at all costs. Of course, Samarpreet does decide that yes, she does want him, because he’s become much less of a jerk (and because existing relationships must be preserved at all costs) but it was refreshing that the characters didn’t consider it a foregone conclusion.
Apart from these flourishes, Dulha Mil Gaya is . . . solid. It’s an entertaining movie with a good cast and some funny bits. It won’t go on my list of best Bollywood movies ever, but I’m glad I watched it.
Let’s start with the husband. At the start of the film, Tej Danraj (Fardeen Khan), known as Donsai to his friends, is a billionaire playboy who lives in the West Indies with his manservant Hussain Bhai (Johhny Lever.) Donsai takes his job as a billionaire playboy seriously, and spends his time winning the hearts of beautiful women, and then not marrying them.
Unfortunately for the eternal bachelor, his late father’s will was very specific; Donsai inherits everything, but only if he marries Samarpreet Kapoor (Ishitta Sharma), daughter of a family friend. On the advice of slimy family lawyer Vakil (Vivek Vaswani) Donsai (as Tej) flies out to the Punjab, meets the Kapoors (who are naturally wonderful people and the salt of the Earth), marries Samarpreet in a quite civil ceremony, then flies back home, sending the family a check every month in order to soothe his wounded conscience.
Samarpreet grew up knowing she’d be marrying Tej someday, and upon meeting him she instantly falls in love. When months pass without even a word from her new husband, she’s heartbroken, and finally decides to fly to the West Indies herself and find out exactly what’s wrong. Naturally, the trip is a complete disaster; nobody’s there to meet her at the airport, the security guards won’t even let her in the house, when she does manage to sneak in she finds there’s a party going on and her husband is making out with a stranger in a bikini, and after she’s thrown out of the house crying, she’s promptly hit by a car.
What Samarpreet needs is a fairy godmother. What she gets is Shimmer (Sushmita Sen), an eccentric supermodel and Dorsai’s friend and neighbor. Shimmer literally picks Samarpreet up off the street, and after learning her story, resolves to help. Naturally, that means transforming simple Punjabi girl Samarpreet Kapoor into the beautiful and glamorous Samara Capore.
Shimmer has her own romantic troubles, of course. The incredibly wealthy and successful Pawan Gandhi (Shahrukh Freaking Khan) is completely devoted to her, and she probaly loves him too, but she’s too wrapped up in her career to admit it – at least, that’s what her sidekicks Lotus (Howard Rosemeyer) and Jasmine (Suchitra Pillai-Mallik) think. Samarpreet decides to repay Shimmer for her kindness by helping Pavan and Shimmer to get together.
Introducing the Pavan and Shimmer romantic subplot could have been a problem; Fardeen Khan is a fine dramatic actor and one of the best creeps in Bollywood, but when it comes to playing the romantic lead, he’s no Shahrukh Khan, while SRK is. The writers wisely decided to make this a plot point, with Donsai feeling completely inadequate in the face of Pavan’s amazing romantic charisma.
Another nice touch is that Shimmer encourages Samarpreet to ask herself if she really wants her husband back, rather than assuming that existing relationships must be preserved at all costs. Of course, Samarpreet does decide that yes, she does want him, because he’s become much less of a jerk (and because existing relationships must be preserved at all costs) but it was refreshing that the characters didn’t consider it a foregone conclusion.
Apart from these flourishes, Dulha Mil Gaya is . . . solid. It’s an entertaining movie with a good cast and some funny bits. It won’t go on my list of best Bollywood movies ever, but I’m glad I watched it.
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