Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Dasanum Vijayanum


On an ordinary day, Aakrosh is not the sort of movie I would pay money to watch at a multiplex. Despite my unconditional affection for all things Bollywood, my prudence has always insisted that the surround sound extravaganza with buttered caramel pop-corn is to be entirely restricted to big budget, high drama and star studded movies. On this occasion, however, J insisted on watching the movie. He had his reasons – an interesting and recently apparent social issue, Ajay Devgan playing a cop and of course, one of his favourite directors, Priyadarshan.
Even though I am a proud fan of Malayalam cinema and particularly of Priyadarshan’s style of movie making, I have never really seen him demonstrate his ability in Hindi cinema. Restricted largely to remaking his Malayalam movies after contextualizing them for a Hindi audience, he has, to my knowledge, hardly ever forayed beyond the realm of comedy as was the case in Hera Pheri, which eventually spiraled down to mere slapstick in his later sequels of the same movie. In fact, tracing his career graph in Hindi cinema, I find it difficult to reconcile his film making with the extraordinary scripts and performances which necessarily characterize Priyadarshan in Malayalam cinema. This is the man who, having met Mohanlal while they were at college, went on to cast the latter in some of the best Malayalam movies ever - Thalavattam, Midhunam, and Chithram.
Priyadarshan’s brand of films came of age in the late eighties and early nineties, contributing in no small measure to the glory that Malayalam cinema relished in the period. His favourite subject was the story of the young lower middle class educated young man struggling to make a life and shackled down by bureaucracy and social obligations, drawing upon issues that plagued Kerala – like poverty and unemployment. This was why, perhaps, long before I recognized the merits of Hindi cinema, I enjoyed and appreciated the stories and lives featured in Malayalam films. I am, admittedly, a fan of formulaic Hindi movies – but what set the film makers in Malayalam apart was that there was no formula to begin with, or even if there was, nobody followed it. Some of Priyadarshan’s biggest box office successes have had the leading man eventually die at the end of the movie. His movies essentially took after the Shakespearean tradition of tragic-comedies, with the pathetic and tragic lives lead by the hero always being studded with comic interludes.
In any case, the point I was making is that when going in to watch Aakrosh, I had lowered my expectations to an all time low since Priyadarshan in Hindi only reminds me of some laughable attempts at humour along the lines of Hungama and Garam Masala. Taken aback at finding the cinema hall almost entirely filled up did nothing to make me change my mind either. In all fairness, however, after the movie I found myself pleasantly surprised.
Aakrosh is, without doubt, a movie that will find itself in the range between decent to good. The opening shot is vintage Priyadarshan, reminiscent of some of the beautiful cinematography that made Thenmavil Kombathu win the National Award for Aesthetic Appeal and Art Direction in 1995. No surprises, for Priyadarshan signed up none other than the master Sabu Cyril for production design. The movies also displays bullet sharp editing and excellent shots – but then again technical finesse has always been one of Priyadarshan’s strongest assets – having been among the first Indian directors to introduce rich colour grading, sound clarity and quality dubbing.
The treatment of the subject definitely merits some consideration. The issue of honour killings at the hand of khap panchayats has been particularly rampant in the media lately, although what political steps have been taken to combat the issue is anybody’s guess. The movie begins with a series of unexplained disappearances from the village of Jhanjhar, and the deployment of a Special Committee by the Central Government to investigate the issues. Ajay Devgan and Akshaye Khanna, arrive at Jhanjhar suited and booted, and eventually get down to the bottom of the crimes in the village. Communal differentiation and politics, and perpetual fear that silences people are the overarching theme of the movie. The issue, I thought, was dealt with more lightly that it deserved to be. After a slow first half, however, the second half of the movie takes off from nowhere and rapidly gains momentum to culminate in the climax.

…..to be continued…if at all....

Thursday, 14 October 2010

I oscillate between hating and liking these people. Don't think I can work here. Why do women feel so threatened with me around? Or do they? Maybe, I'm just self-obsessed.

A Lesson on Avoiding Titles

I have finally started this blog. Been meaning to start writing something like this for a long time, without the pressures of a readership and pretensions, and with plenty of time at my disposal. And what better time to begin something like this than my bored hours at this internship.
It's a little annoying. Having to make myself creative when this idiot trainee V N is obnoxiously bitching about somebody else kissing a senior associate's ass, but yes, something, without doubt, is better than nothing.
Something I have lamented over previously, over and again several times in my previous attempts at regular blogging - my complete inability to frame sentences and string words together to expressly exactly what I have in mind. I harbour no doubts in mind with regard to my ability to be able to express myself, I have done so before and been received with much adulation.

But, like I have said to myself before, I feel rusty. I need to oil it back to working condition. And I will. This is my final year at college, possibly my last time in Mumbai for a long time to come as well. I am never going to have at my disposal the kind of time I do now, and the kind of opportunities that beckon now. I am constantly storing little snippets of stories or ideas I want so share, but NOTHING ever comes of it. EVER. Argh.

It is liberating not writing for an audience. I have never ever really written for myself, unless you count the emo poetry I used to write as a teen and some of my futile attempts at maintaining a journal. I suppose a handwritten journal just will not work for me because I am such a PC-oriented person. I know from experience that I think and work faster and better when I have the laptop in front of me as against the notebook. So my pretty brown journal must be laid to rest, I suppose. Unless I'm travelling and getting online is a bitch.

I should probably get back to work now. Have some work to finish off before my boss gets here. I'm still undecided as to whether or not I should impress these people and whether or not I want this job. I suppose the personality A in me will never allow me to lose something if I am supposedly competing for it with others, regardless of whether I need it or not. It would be nice to get myself a corporate job, work among these people, make shitloads of money, and blow it up at fancy places during weekend. But, how nice would it be? I am so tired working merely as an intern everyday. My life would just be work, home, and fancy food and wine during weekends. I know for a fact I don't want it, but I need to be in this city. I want to be with J. I need to be with J.

Aaaanyway, I have successfully managed to waste more than two hours at work. I should get back work so that I have something ready when D is back.

Will post soon, oh non-existent reader.