Lootera

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Lootera is a restrained and melancholy romance, a love story between two flawed adults set against turbulent times. Based on O Henry’s story ‘The Last Leaf’ it is a quiet and introspective film for the most part, with few false steps by writer/director Vikramaditya Motwane.

It’s the 1950s. A rich Zamindar and his consumptive daughter Pakhi live in their ancestral village and seem oblivious to the impending change to their legal status. Varun, an archaeologist, arrives to help excavate a site near the family temple. Love blooms between the daughter and outsider, and their wedding is arranged. But Varun is not what he seems, and betrayal and ruin intervene. Summer turns to winter and Pakhi’s life is torn apart. Time passes before she and Varun cross paths again and Pakhi wants some kind of justice, some reparation for all she has lost.

 

Prior to this I had only seen Sonakshi Sinha in Dabangg and an appearance in OMG Oh My God so I hadn’t seen a lot of her acting skills put to the test. She is exceptional as the indulged rich girl Pakhi. Her romance with Varun (Ranveer Singh) develops immediately but slowly as Pakhi finds ways for them to spend time together. There is very little dialogue and Sonakshi builds Pakhi’s character through her expressions and deportment. In one scene Varun is driving Pakhi home and in the space of seconds Sonaskhi’s sparkling eyes and smile conveys flirtatiousness, amusement at his reaction and quiet joy at her own happiness. Pakhi never hesitated to lie to get what she wanted, but she was not a truly bad person, just a girl whose father indulged her every whim. In the first half of the film Pakhi wears rich colours and pretty light cotton sarees with delicate decorations. She dreams of being a writer and can only see a future in which she is happy and fulfilled.

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Once things take a turn for the worse, she moves to Dalhousie. The cold bright mountain exteriors and the dim interiors frame her in darkness as do the dark maroons and blacks that she wears. Sonakshi seems weighed down and heavier in her tread, her eyes and her speech. Death is looming and Pakhi does nothing to prolong her own life. She can’t write, she can’t move past the loss of her father and home. She is just waiting.

 

Ranveer Singh is Varun. He is not exactly what he seems and nor is his friend Deb (Vikrant Massey). They are thieves and the Zamindar is their latest target. Based on his previous roles, I didn’t expect such restraint and internalised emotion from Ranveer. Varun comes across as someone who knows what he wants but is overwhelmed by fear and obligation. He tries to break things off with Pakhi in an effort to not make the eventual betrayal any worse but really, the damage had been done. He is a very modern creature and lives in a dog eat dog world, his sharp edges a contrast to Pakhi’s romantic softness. Varun is always wary, and Ranveer shows the struggle between heart and logic, and the ever present tension of being ready for things to go pear shaped. Varun’s character doesn’t transform as Pakhi’s does, but he reveals more of his true self over time. There is a definite sense that Varun could be a decent enough guy in all but his means of earning, but his ingrained drive for self-preservation would override any finer feelings.

 

Ranveer and Sonakshi have great chemistry together. Their characters are sometimes confused, sometimes unpleasant but mostly just relatable in their uncertainty and hopes. The initial relationship between Pakhi and Varun is flirty but heartfelt and both actors show the deepening of feelings through small gestures and their gaze. When they met again I could believe Pakhi’s conflicted feelings towards Varun as she was also coming to terms with her own mortality. Varun saw a chance to do something right finally. It wouldn’t change how he had betrayed her before, but he could fight to let his better nature prevail this once. It’s an intense relationship, passionate and at times fuelled by anger as well as love. Sonakshi looked perfect as a beauty from the 50s and Ranveer was a modern wide boy, each visually representing the changing tide of society.

The story is dominated by Pakhi and Varun although there is a small and effective support cast. Shirin Guha and Arif Zakaria are very good in the summery first half. The charismatic Adil Hussain and ever reliable Divya Dutta make strong appearances in the dramatic conclusion.

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I saw this with a friend who hadn’t read the O Henry story and she asked if there was a clear link,  and there is albeit only a small part of the narrative. It is when the film is closest to the story that I think it shows weaknesses. A clumsy conversation along the lines of ‘Can you paint leaves?’ ‘Why yes I can’ occurs early on. There is a needless scene of Ranveer dangling from a tree branch after nearly falling that was surely only there to show him off as a ‘movie hero’. It was a momentary lapse from the beautifully internalised character based tone that made Lootera so engaging.

I’ve never been a big fan of Amit Trivedi and his emo guitar tweedling. The soundtrack works best in the first half where the music reflects a more optimistic and celebratory mood (e.g. Sawar Loon). Once things got more dramatic I found the songs a little intrusive and unnecessary.

The camera work (under Mahendra J Shetty) and set design is very beautiful yet not ostentatiously so. I rarely felt distracted from the central action yet the locations and scenery gave a richness and depth to the sense of place. I did find myself admiring the architecture and layout of Dalhousie in one pivotal scene but I can only watch a chase scene for so long before my attention wanders!

Lootera requires patience as the story is shown rather than told. There is minimal dialogue so there is nowhere for the actors to hide, and they deliver beautiful characterisations. That is not to say the characters are inarticulate – there are some excellent dialogue driven scenes. Motwane’s intelligent direction gives his actors the time and space they need to breathe life into the story. I thought his much lauded Udaan was a very average film that garnered praise more for the subject than the execution so I was hesitant about Lootera. But it is a beauty. Highly recommended, especially if you’ve been feeling the dearth of interesting adult lead characters in Hindi films and want a more layered and complex set of relationships.

Ek Shriman Ek Shrimati

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Some films benefit from being firmly of the past. Ek Shriman Ek Shrimati is a 1969 ‘romance’ that relies on pestering and stalking to cement the main romantic pairing. Distance and the lens of ‘then’ make this less unpalatable for me than a modern film that still relies on these notions. Bhappi Sonie gathers a charming hero, a reprehensible villain, a great soundtrack, an appearance by Helen in an acting role, and a whole lot of ‘they did what?’ only in films logic, and somehow the result is fun and melodramatic.

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Deepali (Babita) enters and loses a beauty competition. Ajit (Prem Chopra) consoles her with a smooth line or two, and decides he might quite like a rich, pretty wife. Unfortunately for him he has a girlfriend, Sherry (Helen), who is pregnant. Nothing a short sharp shove off a cliff can’t solve, although there is time for a club number first.

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Sherry is saved by Preetam (Shashi Kapoor) and his friends. After a spot of mistaken identity Preetam also meets and falls for Deepali but she is in love with Ajit. Preetam decides to irritate her into loving him. Normally I would find this objectionable but when the alternative is Prem Chopra, I think stalking is the lesser evil. Preetam and Deepali eventually get together but fate and Ajit intervene. Multiple mothers and the whiff of incest or faux-cest add another layer of complexity. And there is more Drama and Act!Ing!  in the last 15 minutes than many films contain in their full running time.

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The denouement is interesting. Most of the deception is justified by referring to a mother’s feelings or a woman’s duty to another woman. Even Sherry forgives Ajit because, you know, that’s what women are meant to do. Sigh. No one seems overly concerned with common sense or with the fallout from their decisions. Rama and Kaushaliya did what they did because of their superior sensitivity and feminine intuition and are beyond criticism. Just as well Preetam was a bit of an airhead and unlikely to sustain lasting damage.  But I did appreciate the explicit endorsement of the mother who raised a child being as much a mother as the one who gave birth to the child.

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Confession: I don’t particularly care for Babita. She is in many films I have enjoyed immensely but she is never the reason for liking a movie. Deepali is a spirited girl yet she doesn’t really do much apart from snipe at Preetam and simper at Ajit so she isn’t any more than The Heroine. I liked her forthright style when putting Preetam back in his place though Deepali doesn’t seem spiteful.

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When Preetam behaves himself she is happy enough to have a conversation or accept his help, but she is clear that her love is for Ajit. Until it isn’t. Babita’s performance is hampered somewhat by the vast amount of frosty blue eyeshadow she wears, and she was at the mercy of a vengeful yet slapdash hairdresser.

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Shashi is perfect casting for Preetam. He ranges from lovelorn swooning to silly pranks and gets more Ma drama than you can poke a stick at. Preetam struck me as a more of a manchild than a determined stalker. He just couldn’t quite see how anyone could find him resistible and also wanted to assure himself he had tried all he could to get the girl.

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That he knew nothing about her to inspire this except what she looked like is beside the point. Shashi’s charm carries a lot of the story so if you don’t buy that, the first half of the film would be a struggle. Once things get more dramatic, Shashi emotes fiercely and often hilariously, and the pace accelerates towards the final showdown.

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An urban middle class stalker romance doesn’t immediately hint at tribal shenanigans but since almost everyone is a keen hunter, we get a bonus comedy jungle interlude.

The gorgeous Laxmi Chhaya appears as a tribal princess, and is hooked up with Preetam’s bestie, perennial bachelor Ram Bharose (the sweetly daft Rajendranath) for her troubles. The support cast is rich with excellent character actors. Om Prakash is Deepali’s uncle who seems to be more in love with Preetam than she is, Dhumal plays the king of the jungle, Sudhir and Snehlata get substantial screen time despite having little to do with the main plot, Sulochana and Kamini Kaushal play Preetam’s mothers. Babita’s father, Hari Shivdasani, has a small role as a filmi doctor too.

I love everything about that song. I really like Kalyanji-Anandji’s tongue in cheek dramatic sensibility that plays beautifully with this very filmi drama. And Shashi’s muppety style works a treat with the bouncy Western infused dance music. I also like that we see Laxmi’s transformation into a groovy city chick in that song.

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Ek Shriman Ek Shrimati is a dated but entertaining muddle of romance and drama. The visuals are retro and stylish without being exceptional, and the performances are on a similar scale. See it if you like the appealing cast or have an interest in filmi medical ethics and philosophy. And if you don’t like regressive attitudes to the role of women, have a drink handy and warm up your eyerolling muscles. 3 ½ stars, mostly for Shashi and Helen.

Here, have a bonus screencap of Prem Chopra with a teacosy on his head.

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Karate (1983)

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Karate is a terrible film, and yet I watched it. Another of my ‘if it’s under a dollar, I’ll buy it’ VCD collection, this adventure without subtitles was entertaining for all the wrong reasons. Mithun Chakraborty and Deb Mukherjee star as brothers separated well past the age at which they should remember their own names and that they have siblings. They are each out for revenge on Kader Khan. And there’s the Karate.

The film opens with the Karate boys, Desh and Vijay, and their Karate uncle Jai training on a beach under the watchful eye of their parents, Mr and Mrs Karate. There is a horrible family singalong and terrible child actors (Kajal and Tanisha are credited as junior artistes but I can’t say I noticed the unibrow). Thankfully, we soon discover that Mr Karate is in fact a Scientific Genius and has invented? a diamond that will focus a laser so powerfully it cuts through anything. He hides the diamond in a necklace but master criminal Kader Khan had the room under surveillance so he knows what to do. He kills Karate Dad and terrorises Karate Ma and children. Desh escapes on horseback and starts a whole new life with carnival folk about 2 kilometres away, where no one will ever find him or be able to trace his origins. Vijay is adopted by Uncle Karate who renames him Danny. Finally it is Kader Khan who sort of reunites the Karate Kids. He finds Karate Uncle Jai and threatens him so of course Jai stabs himself with a broken bottle and dies – after a long explanatory speech to Danny/Vijay.

Revenge, brooding, slomo acrobatics, disco and clumsy Bond homage round out the next couple of hours. And Karate. So much “Karate”.

In order to shield you from the worst and perhaps enliven the viewing experience, I propose a simple drinking game. Even if you stick to non-alcoholic beverages, at least you’ll be nicely hydrated by the end of the film. Here are some clues and the rules.

Take a drink when:

  • Deb Mukherjee brandishes nunchaku (take a double shot when he makes them himself mid fight)
  • Deb and his faux-bro hug (that one’s going to hurt you)
  • Mithun looks like he’d rather be elsewhere.
  • You witness Mac Mohan and Tun Tun cavorting poolside.

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  • You spot a direct rip-off of a Bond film.
  • You hear the word “Karate”.

Deb Mukherjee directed and tries to make himself look dashing and daring.  He lifted several scenes from Bond films, and I suspect even used footage from The Man With the Golden Gun. His character Desh is a thief (preferably diamonds) and a chancer, even stealing a statue from a temple. The ladies love him, and this is shown by a traditional gypsy mud-wrestle between two of his admirers.

Desh and his faux-bro Imran (Mazhar Khan) also perform a nightclub disco karate routine that is almost guaranteed to bring a tear to your eye.

Danny/Vijay (Mithun) is sulky for most of the film – maybe he just felt the burden of perfection. He crosses paths with Desh and his long lost Ma so many times that it is ridiculous even by filmi coincidence measures. Mithun does a lot of his signature ‘dancing’, including one excellent nightclub scene where the baddies don’t know the choreo and can’t anticipate the swings and kicks that block their way. He even survives an attack involving flaming kebabs.

Despite their roles being quite strong and motivated, the actresses are generally filmed in the sleaziest way possible (except for Karate Ma of course). I did like that Kaajal took on anyone who threated her man, extricating the fairly dim Desh from trouble even if it meant running him over and kidnapping him. Deb and Mithun are not exactly miscast (who else would have done this kind of film in 1983?), but don’t convince as martial arts heroes no matter how much you bling up their costumes.

There are some really quite remarkable plot twists. Desh tries to escape the police at a wedding he is robbing so he poses as the groom and ends up married to Kaajal Kiran. This doesn’t go down well with the very assertive Prema Narayan and the ladies have a karate catfight as well as a fight that is inspired by From Russia With Love. Luckily Danny turns up and starts shooting people and stops the skank off. There are fabulously ridiculous low budget stunts and effects, including some great Dukes of Hazzard driving skills. Even poor Yogita Bali ends up dangling from a conveniently placed rope ladder outside her apartment as she tries to protect the diamond necklace. People turn out to be related to key characters and there are a few moments when subtitles would have helped as I thought ‘dude … is she your sister?’ And what is not to like about a film that resolves major conflicts through disco Karate in a bizarre set?  Here is a snippet for your viewing pleasure.

The music is exactly what you expect when you combine Bappi Lahiri and Mithun. It is dire yet, when compared to Mithun’s endless speeches, a joy to hear. The costumes range from pedestrian to eye searing, and I would demand nothing less from an 80s B movie. It did confirm to me that my love for Chiru is not just about the silver go-go boots.

While Kader Khan’s lair looks rather spectacular, the spy gadgets and bombs are as realistic as if my nine year old self had made them from egg cartons and gaffer tape.

Karate is kind of fun although highly questionable. One for the Mithun completists, and anyone who has ever considered a career as a diamond thief/cabaret performer.  No stars. Wait! 2 stars! My inner Margaret and David cannot agree.  Maybe I’m a victim of my own drinking game.