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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

OLD BOY - #MyPerspective




Revenge thrillers always had their own niche in the world of cinema. Be it a lover avenging his partner's mishap; or Son avenging his father; or father avenging his descendant; the combo might change but the idea remains same. Especially in Indian revenge thrillers; where the rage ends with the death of the antagonist. From the giant 'Sholay' to the gem 'Thazhvaram'; the idea of revenge had been the same. A different genre in revenge was depicted in the movie 'Badlapur'; where the viewers were put in bewilderment in between the protagonist and the antagonist. And this maze of character swapping was probably brought into the motion cinema by PARK CHAN-WOOK in his 2003 psychological thriller; 'OLDBOY'.

Revenge is given a new face in this movie; and indeed, the most cruel face. The movie shows death could be an easier penance for a person to repay for his sin. When the main character; Oh Dae Su lives with himself in a claustrophobic environment for 15 years, and once he was given freedom, he impregnates his inner self with revenge for the one who locked him up. Ironically, the person who captivated him had the same evil expression towards him; REVENGE. And the modus operandi that was whip-lashed on Oh Dae Su for a sin that could have been considered usual, or small; is the highlight of the movie; to make your enemy do the same mistake you did for which you were persecuted in the past.... Magnanimous!!!! What else could be the best way to take revenge on!!!. Worst would be the impact on your enemy, when he did the mistake without knowing the same. And that occurred to Oh Dae Su; an Oldboy to an Oldboy. 
The movie takes jibe on a person's character and how it would change once you lose the social connection; a priest could become an atheist; police could become heist; and a father could become a ...... The theme of incest; a blasphemous subject to take on; was given a newer definition in Oldboy and the instances where it surfaced; the wrongdoers were penalized. But the instance where there was love; and  not lust, the penalty was milder. Park Chan Wook had redefined incest here.

An encyclopedia for non-linear film-makers; OLDBOY is one of its kind movie, a South Korean beauty meant for all types of movie lovers in the world which also bestows a warning message to all the teenagers. A must watch movie; of course adult-rated; but not adulterated; that this would have its place in those timeless movies of World Cinema.

LAMA SIGNING OFF

Sunday, March 12, 2017

ANGAMALY DIARIES – A perspective




As the tagline says; the move is an utter crude depiction of the famous town’s unknown interior suburbs. Angamaly is famous to all Keralites as the Kochi International Airport is within the town’s vicinity. But the film doesn’t highlights the sugar-coated face of the city, rather the hype of tensions that would occur in such a locale. Malayalam Cinema; in comparison with other industries of Indian Cinema has its new-age directors and screen-writers thriving to bring in fresh out-of-the-box concepts that their predecessors failed or feared to experiment on. And this time; it’s Chemban Vinod Jose; the Nawazzuddin Siddique of Malayalam Cinema; who came up with the story and screenplay of his home-town with the utmost sincerity possible to each scenes. And the maestro of Malayali neo-realism; Mr Lijo Jose Pellisery again proved his mastery in film-making; making impeccability in every frame that projected on the screen. The talent this man possess is epitomised through the performances of 86 new faces in the film; from the hero, to the sidekick of the sidekick of the sidekick of the villain. And glad; on a personal note that this man is back after his stoner bomb; Double Barrel; a product well executed but placed in a wrong place.
Antony Varghese; who debuted as the protagonist; Vincent Pepe, has marvelled his character from the first show-time shot till the end. In the countless fight scenes the movie has, the affairs he possessed and other high-octane sequences; Antony has put in his 100% to emend put maximum reality an Angamaly hotshot would possess. So was the other members of Palliyangadi Gang.
The movie starts with a connected comical sequence; a welcome freshener to the viewers; something similar to the starting of AMEN; to settle themselves into the city called Angamaly First half of the movie was quick, crisp and engaging with the narrative flying through the protagonists’ life since their high school times. A new arena that the movie has dwelled on; is the depiction of a productive phase, a friend-gang would possess within their locality; which most movie-makers forget while busy focusing on the love and revenge sagas. And it’s the misunderstandings in this business that elevates the embers of hatred into a rapacious fire; a treat to watch on!!!
With the interval coming on the decline of the protagonist gang to the villains, and the latter half starting with a flip in the hero’s love life; the movie loses its pace to almost a quarter of the second half. But the revival of the gang and their unity to save their brother regains the tempo, fast and intact. And here, Chemban Vinod tries to showcase how the bureaucratic underworld can settle the sins of a common man; with money and mediators playing their part.
And then comes the climaxxxx!!!!!!. When the rivals unite at the higher levels of Hierarchy, the lower levels induce their own plans to avenge their individual loss in the former’s fight. And the avenge of the underdogs on their masters is shown in a 12 minute single shot sequence; something Malayalee viewers would have never experienced before; a standing ovation to Girish Gangadharan, the cinematographer. Here a complete street is decorated with people of all age groups; roaming around in high altos to create a festival mood on-screen. Amidst of this; a blood-shed sequence is also depicted where the newer villains execute their show on the newly bonded friends. Such a convincing climax Lijo and team has executed; the hole theatre had their backs kneeling forward to go in tandem with the pace of the movie. And what better way to bring an end to the tale of arrogance, belligerence and malevolence – THE ANGAMALY DIARIES…….
Surely a proud moment for all Malayalees to swagger on; and surely an inspiration for the movie aspirants. 

Once again Hats Off to the makers.......

ALIA BHATT'S TRYST WITH BROKEN CHILDHOOD - A Perspective


----  Alia Bhatt is one among those actresses of Bollywood who has that element of evolution in the blood. Since her first movie, Student of the year, taking a peak on her acting graph, one might not find a dip but rather spikes that are unrevoked. And among the minuscule number of movies she had acted, the finest performances; those which established her as an actress rather than a Bollywood actress; came in those movies where she portrays a character who had undergone a dark childhood. It’s an unknown fact if there exists a coincidence in her acting and the characters; but so far she performs magnanimously in the portrayals. Though the lucrative aspects of the movies might not be much into Bollywood-ish, the characters and the movies had proved that they are to stay; unlike the $-figures which would be revisited then and there. A retrospection of the characters is done here; and a sheer scrutiny for nuances is tried to decipher the Alia element in these characters. -----
  • VEERA TRIPATHI – HIGHWAY - The Magnanimous
Alia Bhatt was under-privileged to portray a modern day dimwit rich girl going to school in Student of the Year. But the movie proved to be a good opener for her. An evident break after that; for more than a year before her next release was paid of extremely well in the masterpiece; HIGHWAY. The character of Veera Tripathi; a once in a blue moon type of role for any actor; was bestowed to her by the Maestro Imtiaz Ali. Though it was a bold decision; to give such a dense character to a comparatively new artist like Alia; she portrayed Veera in such a magnanimous way, that no other actress at present could put up a mere challenge.
Veera; a well-bred daughter of a powerful personality; brought up in the patriarchal society; fed with manners and social values rather than love and affection; is being abducted amidst a mess, by a rebellious low profile criminal. Veera, who initially follows the normal petrification suffered by any human being who gets kidnapped; finds an odd liking to the situation. She supersedes her fear and anxiety; rather finds her comfort zone. Alia had put her soul into the character, that each vignettes of modulations in Veera is portrayed without confusion.
In the song, “Tu Kuja Mahn Kuja”, where Alia runs through a drought-struck field trying to escape from the kidnappers, without a tint of dialogues she enacts the fear of an abandoned girl, helpless and clueless in the lurch. The scenario in the movie is so beautifully crafted; that Veera realizes her escape would end in vain and returns to her kidnappers, as she couldn’t survive the fear alone.
The anthropophobic Veera forms an unintentional bond with her kidnappers; who in-turn is moved by the childish deeds of Veera. She literally enjoys the freedom from her family and the allied society; or it seems so to the viewers until she reveals about the grave mishap that had occurred in her childhood. Oh!!!!…… the mascot scene of HIGHWAY. Alia almost performed the whole scene; like a 2-minute revelation; in a single-shot. And no one would surpass this 2 minutes in the movie without a deep gulp in the throat. Alia also excels in those instances when Veera gets muddled between the way she acts and the way she is supposed to as per her parental society demands. Numerous instances abetting to the soaring character graph includes those when Alia pampers Mahabir with the lullaby; when she bullies with him in front of a police station; when she consoles a heartbroken Mahabir in a dilapidated mountain house where she reminisces him of his long lost mother.
Veera’s Stockholm syndrome’s dream run ended when the patriarchal society again reappears; with guns and microphones and orders to shoot the Kidnapper; who had become the best companion for Veera. And then comes another gem from Alia; a blood-clotting scene where she confronts her paedophilic uncle and shouts in front of all family members about the devilish acts from him. A sheer show of excellence and substance in that scene; credits to Alia and Imtiaz.
The banquet of excellence sums up with Veera shifting to her favourite place; the mountains, which apart from being her childhood dream; also bears her unforgettable memoirs of Mahabir. The ending scene; the most disturbing frame of the movie, where Alia/Veera finds herself and Mahabir as children playing in the mountains; recreating a childhood which they had lost; they had longed for, but was snatched by the people around them; the society.
Alia had the best of her acting sequences; when there was no dialogues in the scene. And so was the importance of body language in those scenes; that Imtiaz Ali employed a body language specialist for the movie. The excellence went overwhelming when Veera sits on a rock beside the river; confused and dazed on her own behaviour; or when she gets down in the middle of the road to cry out Mahabir’s name; and never forgetting her catch on the viewer’s mazzard when she steps in for ‘I’m a hot Tamale’ song. In total, it was a signature acting from Alia Bhatt saying it out loud that she is here to stay; unlike the other bolly-girls.
  • KAIRA – DEAR ZINDAGI - Captivating
Kaira of ‘Dear Zindagi’ also bears a childhood emotional baggage. And the movie makes a surgery into those teenagers, who loves to be independent because they were not well-treated in their dependence. Gauri Shinde’s movie is a visual therapy that tries to cure confusions, a young mind would find while being or intending to be in a relationship; especially for an attractive girl who has a lot of options in her kitty and not to the mediocre struggling to find a partner. But Alia got into Kaira’s shoes to bridge that gap; to make the movie’s message to be flaunted as a universal one. Hats off to her for that.
And the only one thing the character demanded; to behave in the situations, is what exactly Alia had done. Easiest instance an actor might go unreal is when he is to do something really real. Bollywood had witnessed such characters; as a side hanger to the lead or as a support cast; but not to the depth Gauri has crafted Kaira.  To justify such a character with utmost perfection is a luxury to the director and a boon to the viewers. The unusual implications like; to move on in a relationship, to point your finger against your parents, to be open-ended in choosing people, to be carefree; and last but not the least, to love yourself no matter whatever price it pays, Alia’s Kaira survived all these situations in ease without any hiccups.
Alia in the movie can be classified as pre and post therapy Kaira. And she had this exciting challenge in the movie to dwell from sulk to serenity. Kair bears the representation of a large population of India; those having no REAL problems in their life but are undergoing depression; REAL here referring to the mundane problems. Not only that she sulks when she is suffering a break-up and sees other couples enjoying, she covers her tears in front of her best friend in the shade of mirchi’s spice, she hates to admit her inner depression to her therapist or to seek help in direct. And all could see a mirror kept on the big screen when these vignettes passed over. That was the scale of depiction Alia delved into.
Now coming to the childhood part, unlike Veera in Highway who had a cruel counterpart to mash the childhood; Kaira had the hapless destiny to suffer depression from her own parents. And abandonment is the act. How deep this act would destroy a child not only in the childhood but in her later age is the soul of Dear Zindagi. This soul of the movie completely bestowed in Alia’s hand, when she reveals about this innermost conflict in about a 7-min long conversation to her therapist. The abetting scenes of a little Kaira and younger parents; coming in the flashback portrayals, tried hard to spoil Alia’s take on the scene; but her exponential glide of emotions in that scene is poignantly inexplicable.
Even when Shah Rukh Khan stood beside her; Dear Zindagi is an Alia Bhatt showdown; establishing her name in the industry for performance and not skin appeal; once again
  • Tia Malik – Kapoor And Sons - The Soothing
Alia had a justified portion in this male dominated family movie; where the central characters belong to a family of. ‘Tia’ she came out to be a rich loner enjoying her stance in her ancestral property, which is awaiting a buyer. And in her course of carefree life; a jovial watch by itself, she encounters the young Kapoors; the two brothers, in different situations. Tia came out to be a solace-lit attraction to the younger descendant, Arjun; who considers himself as a runner-up to his brother in life. With Tia being a supporting cast in the movie; Alia’s character had no great moments to leave cherished unless the childhood despair scene; where she unveils the reason of her loneliness; the death of her parents in a plane crash; a coincidental mishap in lest of her curse, where little Tia woes her parents off from coming home. Among all beautiful scenarios in Kapoor and Sons; where an ensembles cast is already excelling, Tia’s revelation stands out to be the cherry on the cake where carefreeness attitude being abashed by the insecurity burning in her heart since childhood. She still remains as that small child regretting her words.
  • ALIA ARORA – SHAANDAAR - The misfire
Alia enacted the ‘Aila Alia’ in Shaandaar, a romantic comedy bearing all the available reasons to misfire; with only miracle left to save it. And when the movie released, that too followed misfiring. This movie is the picturization of a weak script and performances in a commotion of confusions. But when you find order in the chaos, there is this Alia Arora; an adopted child in an extremely rich family, who is hated and despised throughout her childhood and youth. And insomnia adding insult to injury, this Alia character depicts broken childhood in more of a sugarcoated portrayal, where orphanhood becomes the reason; the major reason, for the male protagonist to fall in love with her. She literally sleeps with him; or better, sleeps when he’s beside her, showing that they are made for each other. Unlike other Alia characters aforementioned; this role is a disaster in terms of character framing, portrayal and relevance. In terms of performance too, Alia was offered very little to do other than being a chubby presence in the screen to prevent people from running away; a justifiable reason to cast her in the movie too..

---- The actor in Alia excelled in all the four characters; with some giving her intense opportunity to define her skills, while some offering very little to. And the feat that stands out is Alia’s artistry in revisiting each character; Veera-Alia-Tia-Kaira in the chronological order; reassuring that none was portrayed in similar manner, though they had similar traits. A real tough to accomplish and Alia does that with ease and excellence. When other rudiments, the co-actors, the story-line, the direction, the time of release etc. fell out into position, the movies came out to be a grant success. The broken childhood is a past and Alia is not depicting the childhood sequences. But the aftermath of a dark past and how it would affect the present, a psychological prerequisite placed before her to delve with. Each character among the four is affected differently by their childhood experiences, one being moody, other being bold and another being carefree.
Virtue comes with excellence and so is Alia’s tryst with hardwork in these characters. And in each of them, she proves that she’s not a survivor in Bollywood. But one among the rulers….

Thursday, October 18, 2012

blog no:1

                 MY FIRST LONE TRIP IN TRAIN                  

       Thanks to my bro whose reverend work in electrical engineering gave me a chance to write this blog.its to attend his convocation ceremony from iit Bombay that,i got a cruise on ma own to the metropolitan.The austerity to attend the lab allowed me a 'YES' from ma parents to grab the a train late on the day which my other family members departed.it was GARIB RATH,T the train i got into.Non from college came to see me off; an awful truth which i would leave off in my other elations of the day.Totally anticipated on the journey i took no chance of reaching in/on/about time at the railway station.Before an hour prior to the expected arrival time, i was present there with minimal goods possible for a dude ready to stay for half a week at an alien place.There were few muslim gals;commonly known as 'ummachi kutty' in recent malayali dialect, after the release of a local movie that received heavy accolades.Eating chappattis made by mom in the morning, i devoured their beauty as an apetiser and their shy peers were contingent too.Passing the time in minuscule pace,studying the by-passers astriding a number of 'crore-worth gaadis' i made up my mind that this would be my first blog... A TRAVELOGUE.

      The train was fully air conditioned.I could grab only a chair car seat; a last time opting of coming lone ought to have some mismatches right.... A buddy, probably a trespasser, undusted his butts after i got to my seat, just to get in to another void seat. Elated after seeing the plug point, i stuck my usuals as during the local trips; reading e-books.Already,THE DA VINCI CODE had stolen my palates. The tome was already a cruise through lots and lots of obstacles and,i devised it as my cruise control.Robert Langdon and Sophia went through a lot of  devilish tunnels.Even though i couldnt complete the book in my 25.5 hours of train maunder, i was happy to creep out a lot.
      Throughout the journey, mobile range stood abstinent.Freedom from dudes' and parents' intrusion added to my taste of recluse.Even my best friend cum sis nazreen's absentia didn't bother me much.To be lonely in a venturing scenario is a different dimension.The thriftiness,the demeanor,the bragging sophistry....,, all are never new in their interloping, but to devise and perform them, i'm the lone authority and the lone responsibility.laissez faire..Liberty in selecting junk food,skipping meals,standing near doorstep at the highest speeds of the train,heeding to songs when the phone is charging ,, all the should-nots were done at once in the camouflage of being alone.
      First half of my journey was an afternoon session,the train maneuvering through the north of Kerala till midnight.The beautiful greenery once juxtaposed at the thought of our motherland was nowhere seen on the way apart from some paddy fields and coconut trees;like survivors of a voracious catastrophe.Busy roads and banks of rails were equipped with nothing but humans and 'human wastes' to the nature.Buildings soar high with stinky clothes at their rare face;frontier to the train,adding insult to their sombre colors.Inside,the vendors were busy exhibiting and selling their products,most of them carrying tea canisters and mocking the tea themselves with an awful sound - "capppiee capppiee ,,,, sir, teaa.. teaa..".At once i thought of taking video of them,but felt it more awing than their advertising.
      The only thing i had as an anti-apetite food was a vegetable biriyani;the most worst one i've had in my life.The rice and salad together formed an 'ammoniacal' mixture by odor and tasted like it was cooked in the first bombay-to-thane trip.My co-passengers were savourosly eating the same foodstuff without a trace of disgust...Neanderthals,,, i thought.At night a dude came to me and shared a few moments of amity.He was a sailor,working at PANAMA CANAL as a second captain.His salary was around 4.5 lacs per month which got me jaw-dropped.When enquired about his lifestyle,he said his job's only attraction was money for which he had to sacrifice his friends,home,parents and lover;confining them to electronics and to an yearly visit.He was heading to meet his girlfriend.Me too shared about my whereabouts,college,about my travel and also of my excitement on first lone cruise.We thought of dozing when it was around 3.30 in the morning.He was a real gentleman.He knew from my words i liked to be alone that he never meddled in my ducks.
      Morning came early cuz of the pungent algid hibrernation from the freaked out dingy a/c of the GARIB RATH, provoking me to pee frequently.With sleep-driven eyes, i waited for a bed coffee.There was no idea of shitting as the reciprocating translation of the train would make,too an arse of mine.After few cycles of gurgling i came back to my book.But hell it was too grim and lukewarm.Travels like this would never interlope again.I strode to the doors.A lone seat was cantilevered to the wall.A resting emplacement for the staff, may be.I took my samsung galaxy phone and took queer photos and videos of anything i felt to snub.There were long bridges,multi-genred blokes, filthy godforsaken stations, clothless grotesques,, everything.at once the train paused to a signal right above a busy road.Co-passengers peeked at me as if looking at a crook taking pics of butts.The 'downtrodden' people stood and stared at the photographer in the train.To budge was not the option ,,but to continue.till thr train's next grumble, i took the video and snapshots.It was freaking fun to become a carte blanche....When the train crossed Goa , call from the vendors were soft-tuned to 'vada pav' and 'pav-bhaji' .My favorite junks.. The devoid apetite knocked by the nostrills could'nt resist buying a bowl. vaaaah... that was yummy.Typical marathhi style vada pav... A dollop of contentment.
     The milieu was getting warmer and warmer and the peoplr;taller and taller.From shabby lungis,the attire changed to full cuff shirts with inners and tight pants,still adjectived as shabby.More headgears came to the females and the distance between temples and mosques was getting fewer. Its north.. Maharashtra.The soil was affirmatively red and was hot.People live with this heat in their minds too. The heat of imbalance, the Coercion of incongruence.They were absolute and abstinenet about their GOD and had no doubts regarding evolution.The Ripe-mango people of our country,those who are calibrated to live in any mix, any jinx.... the cavalry of commotion..
Bombay is getting close and close...
     A marathhi family ,outnumbered to number them;with kids,grown-ups,over-grown and saturated were busy playing anthaakshari.Such a cluster was missing in my locale as the families got nucleated and matured much faster.
The bonhomie going on got a good-at-heart feel to me.At times when they lacked songs i thought to interfere as a helping hand, but my twin brother;hesitance; pulled me back.It seemed better to be a spectator , than to be an islet.
     After a long time at the door,slumber grabbed my mazzard. Only left over in the car was an old couple and a lone lady . Grabbing my bag tight in the a/c , i slept .A reverie welcomed the sleep casting me as a by stander at a lone station and the train speeding away fast.i could feel the tears in my eyes.A foreboding prick was hurting me.I felt i deserved to be in the train.If possible ,, only me.
The reverie and the sleep bid adieu when a sudden jerk in the traction shook my trunk.The bypassing station showed panvel..... PANVEL..!!!!.The pre-station to my destination.... "thanks to the jerk".   After piss and refresh, holding my rucksack, i got doored for the last 20 minutes of dawdle-hood.Happy moments of loneliness was ending. Destination was destined, but not the zest.Iwished if Bombay was in Delhi...........
     Yup.... thaane station reached.People rushed to the doors and the vendors fidgetted in confusion.In the crowd , i did'nt search for dad,mom or bro.I jus looked at the moving floor that left me in front at each instant.It joined all those frames that left me during the trip.Looking into the oblivion, i gave a sigh....My eyes were damp...,same as that was in my dream.............................
                                                     
                                                                                      LAMA
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