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Unnai Pol Oruvan -A fan agonizes

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

If you are reading this opinion piece, you already know something about the movie Unnai Pol Oruvan (UPO), remade from A Wednesday (AW), a critically acclaimed Hindi film.

At the outset, Kamal must be applauded for taking up the challenge of remaking this particular story. The original story is so intertwined with Mumbai and its unique cultural identity, it is a huge challenge to replicate the same in ‘peaceful park’ Chennai.

This is one of the two things that Kamal needed to get straight in order to improve upon the original. I am ignoring debutante director Chakri here, as Kamal has shadow-directed most of his movies in the last 10 years, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe because I watched the Hindi version when it released, I find it irresistible to compare the tone, pacing, characterisation and other things that made A Wednesday a powerful, hard-hitting movie. This is the second thing that Kamal had to get straight in order to emulate the one-tight-slap that AW succeeded in giving the ’system’.

For example, the role of police officer Arif, played by Jimmy Shergill in AW, and Ganesh Venkatram in UPO. In a movie where the only point of action and movement is Arif (the other characters are mostly immobile), the role needed a raw intensity, a simmering violence bordering on psychosis backed by complete unquestionable faith in the system, in order to speed up the film and sustain audience interest. Arif is the pariah police officer, a man whose violent ways make bad guys pee at his sight. This is sadly missing from Ganesh Venkatram’s portrayal. He looks positively uncomfortable in front of the camera in the first scene where he talks to his informant. His chocolate boy looks dont help, and his cultured upper caste Tamil screams Iyer and not Muslim.

In the months leading to the release of UPO, I couldnt help but wonder how Kamal would change the whole media angle. Media in the north has grown wildly, a thousand news channels sprouting like mushrooms on the bark of a wet tree. Media in the south is still wholly controlled by our political masters, with public interest stories always approached with the sole notion of achieving political mileage. This is such a joke among the educated people of Tamil Nadu, that we can easily predict how each news channel will spin any particular story. Of course this setup has a self correcting mechanism built into it because of the equal mindshare enjoyed by both the major Tamil political parties, but one yearns for an apolitical media that gives unbiased coverage.

The TV reporter in AW is initially reporting about a Lightning Baba, a drunk who survived electrocution when he fell into a ditch and has become a celebrity in his neighborhood. Something like this is unseen in a Tamil news channel. In such a scenario, how can the Tamil media be portrayed like the Hindi newshounds who sensationalize every piece of news they can get their hands on. Maybe a different solution to the problem of confirmation/feedback for the unnamed terrorist would have simplified things. An informant in the police station maybe? At the end of the movie, Naseeruddin Shah calls the reporter ‘Beta’, something that a father affectionately calls a daughter. This simple word says more about the ’stupid common man’ than the page of dialogue he spouts with emotion. A small touch which goes a long way in characterisation.

There are many such small things that make AW great. For example, when Anupam Kher asks the room of police officers at the start of the crisis whether they want to call home and the answer is a resounding no, or when he asks Jai, a police officer, about his family before sending him to find a bomb in the police station and Jai replies that he is not afraid to die. The feeling of a strong knit team of disciplined and principled police officers comes through overwhelmingly. The audience knows most police forces are not like this, but wants to believe that this is the kind of police force every city should have. This is called willing suspension of disbelief and makes emotional connection with the movie message easier. The whole police camaraderie is glaringly absent in UPO.

And last but not the least, the final speech by the Common Man. Intended to be a punch to the solar plexus, Designed to shock and awe, and the same time make the audience empathise and agree with the message conveyed. Nasseeruddin Shah digs deep to show the anguish and anger of a man who feels emasculated and powerless by terrorism. It is hard for a Chennaivasi to fully comprehend the pain of losing people you only knew by face and the design on their lunchbag. In the fast moving city that is Mumbai, people have a whole new set circle of friends they call ‘train friends’. People they meet on their way to work and back home on the local trains. They spend 1/6th of their day on the train and form a weird deep bond that is again unique to Mumbai. Mumbaikars understand this feeling and the anguish and survivor guilt that is bound to arise when you find that none of those people you traveled with for 5 years is alive when you get on the train to work the day after the blasts. When Shah says “We are resilient by force, not choice’ it resonates deeply with everyone who has seen the media babble away about Mumbai’s resilience after every terrorist attack.

But (un)fortunately, Chennai has never borne the brunt of a terrorist attack, so the Common Man’s motivation has to be changed. This is where Kamal strikes a low blow. Using the most brutal of all crimes thinkable to wring emotion out of an audience that is enjoying a joyride action thriller, is not what I expect from a master of cinema.

The only bright spot in the movie is Mohanlal, whose role has been expanded and rewritten to better show the challenges of a senior police officer while performing his duty. He emotes with finesse. His verbal sparring with Lakshmi forms the highlight of the movie.

Lessser said about the technical aspects, the better. Camera and editing are average. Why did this story require RED cameras? Technology for its own sake is never fulfilling, and I thought Kamal knew that.

In summary, a most disappointing show from someone who is considered to be the light of Tamil cinema, the man who carries the Tamil hope for an Oscar. Kamal himself has said multiple times that the audience must never be underestimated. He has done just that with UPO. As I have said before, in Hey Ram and Aalavandhaan, Kamal was looking up to the stars. In Dasaavatharam, and now Unnai Pol Oruvan, he is looking down into the gutter.

Evano Oruvan

Saturday, January 12th, 2008

I watched this movie about 10 days ago. Wrote it off as reactionary bullshit. Now I’ve changed my mind.

 The first thing that strikes you about the movie is the simple way Nishikant drags you into Sridhar Vasudevan’s life. In under a minute, you are as bored, as tied down to routine, as hopelessly middle class as the protagonist. Vatsala is so typical, so blatantly real, I can see my mom mouthing the same lines 10 years ago (of course, I didnt fail in three subjects).

Yes, like any other creator, Nishikant takes a lot of liberties with his characters, giving them extreme reactions to mundane things, that make people like me shudder to contemplate. But do these extreme steps serve their purpose? Does Nishikant drive home his message?

 Oh, is there a message, you ask. Good question! My best answer to that is, maybe there is. For me, Evano Oruvan just raised  a hell a lot of questions and provided no answers, except of course, the easiest one.

Is the answer to life’s scary questions that simple? Is it, as Sridhar tells the street artist, just greed?

The character of Inspector Vetrimaran is a personification of our conscience. He questions his own actions, then proceeds to tow the line and obey society’s rules. For me, the most powerful scene in the movie was the one where he asks his wife, ‘Do you think it is possible for us to live honestly and comfortably using the salary I get?’. She laughingly says ‘I dont think so..’

Ah yes, back to the topic. Does Nishikant drive home the message? I didnt get the message. Didnt understand. I can understand the protagonist of Katradhu Tamizh going berserk due to the perceived unfair treatment he receives. I cannot digest a bank employee doing the same thing. Maybe thats Nishikant’s message? Maybe he is trying to say, ‘listen society, if white collar people start becoming vigilantes, we will descend into anarchy’. No, that doesnt seem to be his message.

Ok so I wasnt able to glean a message from the movie. But I wasnt able to enjoy it either. We’ve seen too many vigilante movies for us to enjoy this kinda deglamorised flick.

Evano Oruvan = Anniyan minus Shankar

Ok, you say, no message, no fun, whats the point of the movie then? The point of the movie, gentle reader, is to raise questions. A lot of them. Answers are your problem!

Go find out what the questions of life are, watch Evano Oruvan.

No, the answer is not 42!

Katradhu Tamizh – Society in denial

Wednesday, October 31st, 2007

This is not a review. Tamizh M A deserves more than a review. It deserves a discussion. Please leave some thought provoking comments! 

Director Ram is clever. Very Clever. He is the kind of guy who gives you reality wrapped in a dream and then rips the dream away saying ‘Hey the dream was just a way to bring you out of Wonderland, Alice!’ And once the dream is ripped away, reality stands there. Stark naked, dirty, puss oozing from its sores. You want to run away, but you cant, because the this is not a dream. Its real and it cant be wished away.

 Halfway through the movie, I had already decided to go the normal review route. Everyone worth reading has commented that Tamizh M A (another clever ploy by the director, pointing out that the mastery of language needs to be qualified by a foreign standard in order to be accepted by society, tis unfortunate that it had to be changed for tax benefits) starts off as something different and interesting but degenerates into the usual psycho movie.

 Everyone worth reading is wrong.

Make no mistake, ladies and gentlemen. Tamizh M A is not about Prabhakar (the protagonist). It is not about Anandhi (his lover). It is about the millions of people who are being left behind by a fast moving multiplex India which doesnt have time for its culture. It is a warning on celluloid. Growth better become inclusive. Else robbery and murder for a pair of shoes and sunglasses will become common (As told by Prabhakar to the cameraman he lures into filming his confession).

 Ram uses the psycho movie to send a much stronger message to modern India. But will it be heard? All the bad reviews about this movie reveal that Indian society lives in denial of the inequality that is starting to strain this country. When well read, intellectual reviewers fail to recognize the concept behind the ‘motive-less’ killings by the protagonist, it behoves amateur reviewers such as me to point out naked nature of the ruler.

 A much bandied about comment by reviewers has been that the director fails to clearly explain the motive behind Prabhakar’s 22 murders. Herein lies Ram’s brilliance. Using one scene and a couple of dialogues, he makes the entire storyline about the murders redundant. Essentially he tells the viewer, ‘He might have murdered 22 people, or just hallucinated that he did it, but thats not the point of this movie. The point is that these kinds of things are happening due to rising inequality and unhappiness of people who happen to follow their hearts rather than heads.’

 I wont be writing about the performances (awesome), the cinematography (i had to compensate for not blinking during the movie) and the music (yuvan IS the next raja). For me, the screenplay and direction were enough. Tamil cinema is ready for the world now.

A standing ovation to Ram. I await his next movie with bated breath.

Underwhelmed by the Bachelor of Social Service

Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

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Whats Next? MOSS – Master of Social Service? Yaaaaawnn…

Crash

Friday, June 2nd, 2006

A phenomenal movie. Winner of Best Picture and Best Original Screenplay Oscars.

Director Paul Haggis (Screenplay writer for Million Dollar Baby) scripts a taut thriller like movie based on racism in modern America. If you’ve seen Traffic or Syriana, you will appreciate the way the characters lives intertwine and bring out the ironies of the multicultural melting pot of the world, the US of A.

Don Cheadle produces and also has the role of a LAPD detective in a moral dilemma in Crash. Funnily the multitude of characters, Matt Dillon as the racist cop whose father is sick and being denied medical care by an HMO, Sandra Bullock as the paranoid wife of the DA who suspects all other races of conspiracy (she is justified, having had her car stolen at gun point by two black men), Brendan Fraser (The Mummy) as the District Attorney who is up for re-election and cannot alienate any votebank, enhance the impact of the story by getting under the skin of their characters and avoid the stereotyping trap that these kind of movies tend to fall into.

The beauty of the screenplay is that one cannot single out a single story or actor and say his/her performance was good, the stories are so beautifully and tragically enmeshed.

But I do have one gripe with the movie. The various races portrayed are Chinese, White, Black, Hispanic and Persian (not Arab). Funnily, there are no Indians in the movie! Is it because the story is set in LA and you cant find too many Indians there, or because the story depicts only the ‘lower middle class’ members of each race (the implication here being that Indians are doing pretty well for themselves in the States), we do not know. But I was waiting to see where an Indian would pop up, and they never did!

One scene i especially liked was where the Black director is asked by the White producer to change the lines of a Black character from ‘Dont you talk to me about that’ to ‘Dont you be talkin about that’ because ‘he’s supposed to talk black, buddy’. The subtle indication that media reinforces stereotypes was very sensitively conveyed.

In all, must watch!

Pudhupettai

Saturday, May 27th, 2006

Kokki came, Kokki killed, Kokki conquered.

I am left searching for words to describe the spectacle of reality and filminess that was Pudhupettai. Reality in all its glory, unwashed, unclean, hungry, bleeding, festering and crying out in pain, yet sufficiently commercialized to satiate the masses, Pudhupettai breaks new ground in Tamil cinema. Yes, I know the story is taken from a foreign language movie, but I honestly dont care.

I dont want to use cliches like amazing acting, super direction, rocking photography, sexy editing, excellent music etc. to describe the movie. Yet, something must be said, because i’ve noticed many of my readers have come to this blog using the search term Pudhupettai.

I am willing to stick my neck out and say that this is probably Selvaraghavan’s magnum opus. Where a lesser director could have stumbled (the story is NOT new, everyone has seen Nayagan), Selva shines, extracting some out-of-the-world acting from all his actors, especially Dhanush (yeah baby, he’s back alright!) and Sneha. Sneha doesnt have too much dialogue, but her eyes.. those eyes just talk to you.

I for one, went to the movie expecting a multitude of cliches, but there were so many unlikely plot twists in the first 30 minutes itself, I decided to stop trying to second guess the director and immersed myself in the experience.

The beauty of the movie is, no one scene remains etched in mind. Even as I sit writing this, I try to think of one scene that stands above the rest that could be worth mentioning, but i come up with a whole list of awesome scenes that I cannot choose between.

An epic movie, worth a second watch.

Pithamagan to be remade!

Saturday, April 1st, 2006

Oh wait, Pattiyal has already been released.

Saw the movie finally with Badri, who by the way, was the one who realized that Pattiyal is totally inspired by Pithamagan.

Warning, spoilers ahead!

Bharat does a Vikram. Arya comes nowhere close to Surya (pori urundai kuduthu figurea correct panra viddhai Suryaku mattum dhaan therium!). The bonding between the two is pretty good and holds up the movie.

Bharat has matured as an actor and shows great potential, especially in the scene where he stands on one side of a door and vents his feelings at Pooja who is on the other side. She cant see what he is miming (he is deaf and dumb). This scene alone is worth the ticket price!

The lesser said about Arya, the better. Is he going to become another Shyam (the voice makes the comparison inevitable)? Kaalam badhil sollum.

Tamil cinema cliches abound, heroine rape, brotherhood, betrayal, etc etc ad nauseam.

I loved the movie! But Vishnu Vardhan is no Mani Ratnam (sila blogs la indha buildup paatheyn. Marketing Strategy?) When a director cannot even try a different type of death mourning scene like Mani did in Nayakan (who can forget those heart wrenching cries?), he really doesnt deserve such accolades.

In essence, Vishnu Vardhan’s third movie is an honest effort which might fall short in a critics view, but makes for enjoyable cinema nonetheless.

PS: I hear Selvaraghavan doesn’t want to release Pudhupet now because it has too many similarities with Pattiyal. Maybe Vishnu and Selva got inspired by the same foreign language movie!

Paramasivan

Friday, February 10th, 2006

Bovine Excreta.

Rang De Basanti

Sunday, February 5th, 2006

I know its late for this, but I have thought a lot about the movie in the past 2 days (saw it at Ega on Wednesday). Caution! Spoilers ahead..

In a line, Rang De Basanti is a movie that aspires to inspire. But is that enough? What is it about cinema that every filmmaker thinks he or she can actually make people get off their asses and go do whatever he thinks is right?

What makes Rakesh Mehra think people will actually think about the issues he has tried to present in this movie? I doubt very much that getting a message across wasn’t his top priority.

Some things I liked about the movie.. Amazing score by ARR, some superb cinematography and editing, very realistic costumes, painstaking attention to detail, some really good performances by actors who seem to have become their characters and last but not the least, Alice Patton’s hindi (she’s good!). The bonding and friendship scenes are especially good (read realistic).

Some things that irked me about the movie.. The way Madhavan’s scenes are set up so they can be used when he dies (thats right, he’s a MiG pilot and we know these things crash all the time). You actually realize during these scenes that Maddy is going to die, that just spoiled the movie for me. Siddharth is shown smoking Marlboros in every other scene. And his character comes out real heroic in the end. Lets allow a normal teenager to connect these two things. Karan (Siddarth) is a chain smoker who turns out to be the hero. Add to this the fact that he is Bhagat Singh in Sue’s (Alice Patton) documentary. Hmmm, smoking doesn’t seem that bad now, does it?

And why do all the guys have to die in the end? What deeper meaning is Mehra conveying? That India lacks manhood? Ridiculous ending, really.

And dont even get me started about the Hindu extremist sub story that he tries to plant within the movie. He doesn’t know jack shit about the hindu extremist movement! But neither do I.. Hey thats what blogging is about I guess, no information necessary, just have a strong opinion :D

Sandakozhi

Tuesday, January 24th, 2006

Lingusamy Producer kitta kadhai solraaru..

Lingusamy: Saar padam oru thulichalaana ilaignana pathi. Edhukum bayapada maataan,      tenshun aaga maataan.. Opening scene saar, rendu kozhi saar, apdiye fasta stylea oru kozhi innoru kozhiya nokki nadandhu varudhu saar..

Producer: Yo, kozhi enna superstara? Sonna udaney style vara?

Lingusamy: Saar nejamaana kozhi illa saar, fulla graphics panrom..apdiye rendu kozhium meet pannudhu saar, semma cockfightu saar, orey feather flying saar.. apdiye feather parakka solla screeney karuppa aidudh..apdiye titlea podrom! Epdi saar opening?

Producer: Vithyaasama thaan iruku..

If you thought that was a figment of my imagination, think again. That, my dear readers, is how the movie Sandakozhi actually begins. If you are looking for a review, I am not going to waste any more space on my blog writing about bullshit like this.