DON 2 - all style, no soul...

Namaskar - Cinema review mein – main Bhawana Somaaya- aapka swagat karti hoon.

Aaj- saal 2011 ka aakhri Friday hain – aur Excel Entertainment ki Don 2 – iss saal ki aakhri film.

Saal ki aakhri release ka waise bhi besabri se intezaar hota hai - kyon ki iss hafte ki release Shah Rukh Khan ki film hain – remake ka sequel hain - aur Excel Entertainment ka sabse mega project hain – the excitement is all the more!

Saal 2006 mein – Farhan Akhtar ne humme 70s ki Don ka remake diya…

Iske baad -2007 se 2011 tak - unhone as an actor - char filmein ki –Rock On, Luck By Chance, Kartik calling Kartik aur Zindagi Na Milegi Dobarra.

Iske sivay unhone kuch filmein produce ki - aur kuch filmein likhi…

Ab paanch saal ke antaral ke baad - Farhan apni teesri directorial venture laaye hai - Don 2.

Don ke climax mein - Shah Rukh Khan - Priyanka Chopra ki madad se faraar hojate hain.

Don 2 mein - Shah Rukh duniya ka sabse khatarnakh criminal ban chukke hain!

Roma –yaane Priyanka Chopra –detective agency ki sabse honahar officer hain – aur ab bhi Don ki talash mein hai…

Don - Europe se Bangkok– aur Zuric se Berlin –apne dushmanon ko khatam karne mein laga hai aur Roma - Don ka peecha karte karte  - Berlin pohanch jaati hai.

Film ka premise zahir hain - jana pehchana hain …

Kya paanch saalon mein Don kuch badal gaya hai…? Kya iss baar police Don ko pakad payegi…?

Film ka first half - location centric hai…

Don ek country se doosri country –helicopter se hotels- steamers se beach resorts –dushmano ko khatam karte hain– aur gambling den mein gaana gaate hain.

Film ka second half – climax centric hai…

Don ek computer hacker – yaane –Kunal Roy Kapoor – ki madad se – ek plan banate hai! Ye alag baat hai ki- interval ke pehle - ya interval ke baad - audience ko na plan samajh mein aata hai - na kahani – aur na hi Don!

…Samajh mein nahi aata hai -ki agar Don ko gyarah se zyada -mulkon ki police talash kar rahi hain - to wo khulle aam - sadkon par -aur bussomein - kyon ghum raha hai…?

…Agar Don underworld ka baadshah, sabse akalmand hai – to har khatarnakh kaam – wo khudd kyon karta hai...? Apne aadmiyon se kyon nahi karwata…?

….Aur agar Don duniya ka sabse amir aadmi hain - to wo paison ke liye itna pagal kyon hain…?

Film mein kuch character - aur kuch factual - disorders hai…

…Mana ki Don aur Roma ka Love Hate relationship hai – magar Roma - Don  se impressed zyada aur rattled kum nazar aati hain…

...Shah Rukh - Hrithik Roshan ke chehre ka mask pehanta hain- wahan tak baat samajh mein aati hai…

Magar mask ke saath  - unki height - aur awaaz apnata hain wo baat unconvincing hain.

Film mein kahani nahi hai– magar dialogues bohat achche hain.

Narrative nirrass hai - magar music- khas taurpe background score -badhiyya hai.

Hrithik Roshan - sirf ek scene ke liye aate hain - aur wo film ka sabse behtareen sequence hain!

Don 2 SRK ka most physically demanding role hain-different locations- accents –hairstyles -action sequences…

Magar jiss tarha se Shah Rukh ne Devdas ko internalize karke- apna bana liya tha -wo Don ko dil se nahi apna paaye.

Shayad isliye - kyon ki film mein sab kuch– chase, glamour, music, dance, promising Kunal Kapoor – stunning Priyanka Chopra – aur Shah Rukh Khan ke hote hue –bohat kuch missing hai – aur aapka man nahi lagta!!

Don 2 ko milte hai 2** stars.

To ye thi iss hafte – yaane year end ki release -Agle hafte – yaane – agle saal- phir mulakate hogi -Tab tak ke liye mujhe dijiye ijaazat -Happy New year to all of you. 

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Review - Pappu Can't Dance Saala , Jo Hum Chahein , Faraar

Namaskar - Cinema review mein - main Bhawana Somaaya - aapka swagat karti hoon…

 Iss hafte teen releases hain – aur teenon chotti budget ki non starrer films hain.

Ek love story – ek  action - aur ek romantic comedy…

Pehle baat karte hain – romantic comedy- yaane- R Vision India produced aur Saurabh Shukla   directed - Pappu Can’t Dance Saala ki.

Vidyadhar Acharya – Vinay Pathak -Banaras se hain - aur Mumbai ki ek private company mein salesman hain...

Wo ek govt colony mein kirayedar hain – public transport se office jaate hain- aur roz –aloo purri ka lunch karte hain…

Shyam ko Vidyadhar – kaidesar ghar lautte hain aur hanuman challisa padhne ke baad – chainnse so jaate hain…

Jab tak ke - unki nayyi padosan nahi aati….

Vidyadhar ki padosan –Mehek  - yaane Neha Gupta – bhi chotte shehar se hain aur Mumbai mein -filmon mein chorus dancer hain.

Mehek  - din mein rehearsal aur shooting ko jaati hain - aur shooting ke baad – der raat tak party karti hain.

Film ka first half - unn paristhitiyon ke baare mein hain – jahan Mehek aur Vidhyadhar ko majboori mein - ek hi flat share karna padta hain.

Kahani ka premise interesting hain - aur writer Saurabh Shukla ki likhawat rassili hain.

Problem film ka second half hain– characters aur kahani predictible ho jaate hain - aur bohat saare alag tracks main plot se jud jaate hain.

Film ka pace slow hain – characters over exaggerated aur dialogues repetitive.

Samajh mein nahi aata hain ke film - Mumbai ke baare mein hain – chotte shehron ke baare mein hain – ya phir sitaron ki duniya ke baaremein hain…

Iske bawajood ke film ka sangit – lyrics -locations-choreography – aur saare performances lajawab hain – film mein mann nahi lagta.

Shayad isliye - kyon ki humne isse milti julti - bohat saari filmein dekhi hain…

Ya phir isliye - ke hum Vinay Pathak – ko ek hi type ki comedies mein baar baar dekh kar tang aa gayye hain.

Ismen koi do raii nahi ke Vinay Pathak bohat hi talented artiste hain aur unke saath har ek heroine superior performance deti hain…

Magar wo jab se filmon mein aaye hain - tab se common man ka role hi karte aaye hain aur Pappu - unki ek hi genre ki – iss saal ki chathi film hain.

Aur ek baat –film ke title ka - kahani ke saath - koi lena dena nahi hain.

Pappu Can’t Dance Saala – ko bahtareen performances  2** stars.

Amar Gill produced aur Pawan Gill ki likhi likhi Jo Hum Chahe Rohan Bhatia aur Neha Kapoor ki prem kahani hain.

Rohan MBA graduate hain aur Mumbai - stock broker banne aaya hain.

Neha filmon mein heroine banne aayi hain…

Done milte hain…kareeb aate hain aur pyaar hojata hain…!

Har prem kahani mein obstacles aate hain - ismein bhi aate hain – a samna karne ke baad - jo hero heroine chahte hain - wahi hota hain…

Jo audience chahte hain – yaane The End- ke liye humme dhai ghante -tak intezar karna padta hain...

Jo Hum Chahe ko iss lambe intezar ke liye milta hain - 1 * star.

M Cinefix Producers ki Faraar - ek aise ladke ki kahanihai jisne bachpan mein – gallti se - ek aadmi ko accident mein maar diya tha.

Salaon guzar jaate hain - magar Arjun Sen - iss hadse ko nahi bhula pate.

Sutani Gupta ki kahani aur Shafiq sheikh ki choreography ke liye Faraar ko milte hain 1 * star.

To ya thi iss hafte ki releases - ahafte phir mulakate hogi – tab tak ke liye mujhe dijiye ijjazat – Namaskar.

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Parents ne bana di jodi!!

When I was a little girl an old man in a dhoti often came to our home unannounced. He removed his shoes outside the door and squat cross legged on the living room carpet. He always carried a cloth bag around his shoulder and a small napkin with which he wiped his spectacles.  

My mother was always happy to see him and no matter how tired she was, she ran to the kitchen to prepare hot snacks for him which was always served in steel utensils. 

Snack over he extracted some photographs and horoscope from his crowded bag and got into serious discussion with my father. When it was time for him to leave, mother packed for him a customary parcel comprising some wheat flour, rice and pure ghee. 

He was what they described in traditional Gujarati households- the brahman- and he was also the community match maker. He was well versed with the family histories and went from home to home carryingkundalis of prospective brides and grooms. The parents trusted his wisdom and unanimously submitted to his foresight. 

That is how my older cousins and siblings got married. 

Then one day, the brahman stopped coming home. My father was concerned. On investigation my father discovered that after a prolonged illness he had passed away in his sleep and his only son did not want to carry forward his father’s legacy. My mother was distressed. “A home not visited by a brahman can never prosper…” she mourned. My father had bigger worries. He was getting on in age and unsure of hunting a groom for my older sister without the brahman’s able guidance. 

Contrary to his fears my older sister got married through a proposal brought by a common relative and is today a prosperous wife and proud mother of two children. 

So many years have gone by but finding a suitable partner through arranged marriage is still a matter of concern to parents. While on level marriage websites have replaced the traditional matchmaker and facilitated the process, it has added social and economic pressures on the candidates and their families.  

A few days ago I was invited by a friend registered with a South Bombay Marriage Bureau for her 21 year-old daughter. The bureau chief had organized a swayamvar for the prospective candidates and their parents at the Ball Room Taj Mahal Hotel. 

It was an unusual gathering where every guest was a stranger. As my friend and I entered the room we were handed over a dossier on the prospective candidates. There was a separate seating arrangement for the candidates. The parents of both sat a few blocks away. At the allotted time a compeer came on to the dais and began with the proceedings. 

She invited the candidates to come on to the stage and introduce themselves. The first round was devoted to the girls and all of them were self conscious. The second round was for the boys and all of them were awkward. Introductions completed the guests mingled with each other and some exchanged numbers. A few outgoing candidates made an effort to strike a conversation with a promising partner but majority of them preferred to remain aloof. 

At the end of two hours my friend and I wondered if the exercise was worth the while. It didn’t seem so. It was an unfair swayamvar because one, there were more number of girls than boys and two; all the girls were far superior to the boys. All the parents in the audience looked extremely anxious and they were not helped by the inexperienced compeer who was too young to handle such a responsible evening. 

During dinner I asked some candidates how they rated the evening. Most of the girls confessed to feeling embarrassed. They said it was like being on display but they had no choice in an arranged marriage. The parents complained that the registration fees are too expensive but there is no other option to find a partner for their children. 

While leaving I make it a point to express their anxieties to the Marriage Bureau Chief. She smiles, “They have to be able to take it in their stride. It is destiny. My role is of just a facilitator.”  

My mind wanders to the old brahman who visited our home. It is strange but in all the years he visited the family he never said any of these lines to my parents. On the contrary he always managed to bring a smile to their face when he said, “Don’t worry Somaaya bhai she is your daughter but my responsibility.” 

Review - Ladies vs. Ricky Behl, Ye Stupid Pyaar & Lanka....

Peechle hafte teen releases thi.

Ek comedy- ek love story - aur ek drama...

Pehle baat karte hain comedy – yaane - YRFilms ki Ladies v/s Ricky Bahl

ki…

Ye teen pyaar mein dhoka khaye ladkiyon ki kahani hain...

Pehli –Delhi socialite -Dimple Chadha – yaane Parineeti Chopra – apne

work out ke dauran apne trainer ko apna dil kho baithti hain.

Doosri –Mumbai ki corporate Diva –Raina Parulekar –yanne Dipannita

Sharma – competition ke junoon mein - ghalat aadmi par vishwas karti

hain…

Teesri – Lucknow ki Saira Rashid – jo 24 saal ki bewa hai - aur pehli baar

apne kaam ke dauran – ek naya dost banati hain.

Fitness trainer Sunny Singh –art dealer Deven Shah –aur sharmila kaarigar

Iqbal Khan – darasal ek hi aadmi hai – Ricky Bahl – jiska kaam - lootna aur

dil todna hai!

Iss behroopiye ko sabak sikhati hai –ek behtareen sales woman - Ishika

Desai – yaane Anushka Sharma.

Kahaani aur characters predictable hai - Devika Bhagat ka screenplay un-

engaging…

Plot bahot saare phases - details aur deals me bata hua hai –

Karodon ki adla badli hoti hai - aur ek hadh ke baad humara man bhatakne

lagta hai.

Na Saleem Suleiman ka music mein maza hai – na hi Vaibhavi Merchant ki

choreography mein koi masti -aur na hi lead performances mein jaadoo.

Parineeti Chopra ke sivaay – there are no surprises in the film.

Anoushka Sharma motorboat chalate hain –sharab piti hain aur bikini bhi

pehenti hain …phir bhi – baat nahi banti.

Afsos ke saath kehna padta hai ki director Manish Sharma - jinhone humein

Band Baajaa Baaraat se humein ghayal kiya tha -is baar Ricky Behl se

disappoint karte hai.

Ladies v/s Ricky Bahl ko milte hain 3*** stars.

Girl power ki baat karte karte film aakhir mein chauvinist ban jaati hain.

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JRD Films ki Ye Stupid Pyaar - Abhishek aur Neha ki chatt mangni aur patt

shadi ki kahani hain...

Abhishek US settled NRI hai aur Neha India settled yoga teacher.

Dono Salsa dance class ke dauran - milte hain - aur bas kuch hi hafton mein

- pyaar ho jata hai - aur baad mein shadi bhi !

Neha ke kehne par - Abhishek apni Bangkok office join kar leta hai aur dono

apna honeymoon Thailand mein manate hain.

Bangkok mein dono apni nayi zindagi se behad khush hain –Achanak ek

haadsa hota hai aur Neha kahi kho jati hai...

Neha ko dhoodhne mein – Abhishek ki madad karti hai - Abhishek ki

college friend Simran - aur iss lambe process mein - Abhishek ko kuch baate

samajh mein aati hain.

Film ka message nek hai - magar presentation boring...

Aapko Thailand dekhne mein dilchaspi hai to aap theatre mein jaane ka risk

utha sakte ho - warna nahi…

Rakesh Jain ki Ye Stupid Pyaar ko milte hai 1* star.

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Vikram Bhatt produced aur Maqbool Khan directed Lanka - Uttar Pradesh

ke chotte shehron ki kahani hai.

Aisa hi ek chotta shehar hai Bijnor- jahan hukumat sarkar ya police ki nahi –

balki Bhaisaaab ki chalti hai.

Bhaisaab ki gadi pe number plate nahi – unka naam – Sisodiyaan - likha

hai...

Wo apni marzi ke malik hai…

Unhe kissi ka khet pasand aa jata hai - to wo khet zapt kar lete hai…

Kissi doctor ki beti pasand aajaye – to usse ‘binbyahi’ banakar rakh lete hai.

Lanka - ek aur Sita ki kahani hai – jo Ravan ke hirasat mein hai…

Aur jisse bachane iss baar bhi - Ravan ke chotta bhai Vibhishan - yaane

Arjan Bajwa aata hai...

Shashank Dabral ki kahani - sacchi ghatna par adharit hai - aur samaj ke

aham mudde uthati hai…

Jaise adultery- anarchy- corruption aur cowardice...

Ek scene mein heroine ka bebas pita kehta hai –‘Pata nahi main baap hoon

ya buzdil…?’

Film real locations par shoot ki gayi hain – aur wahan ke reeti rivaaz-rehan

sehan ko darshati hai.

Saare characters UP dialect mein bolte hai aur bohat saare dialogues

mohavron mein hai – jo UP ki khasiyaat hai.

Film ka sangit - kahani ke mizaaj ka hai - ye saari detailing ke bawajood –

film dil ko nahi chooti…

Iski wajah hai - film ka leisurely pace - lambe scenes aur repetitive

dialogues...

First half to kissi tarha se nikal jata hai - magar second half - khas taurpe

climax unbearable banjata hai.

Manoj Bajpai aur Arjan Bajwa ki mehnat ko nazar mein rakhte hue Lanka

ko milte hai 2**stars.

Yaha main ghar ghar kheli.......

Psychiatrists believe that those who live in temporary homes reveal greater emotional disorders than those who live with a secure roof above their heads. This is particularly true in a city like Mumbai.

It is because home- temporary or permanent is a universal obsession and a tenant suffers as much anxiety as the land lord. It is a peculiar situation when strangers come together and make a contract over a dwelling place. The tenant spends all his time and pays all the bills yet can never call the place his home. On the other hand, the landlord owns all the rights yet can never trespass his own property without his tenant’s permission.

The psychiatrists also say that those who move into new home at some point yearn to revisit their old environment. It is called the completing of cycle. It happened to me a few weeks ago.

I had a desire to revisit my home and called my tenant. She invited me for tea and as I walked through the newly decorated place, images and echoes of time gone by played in my mind. It was a nostalgic moment for me as I walked through the passage surveying her kitchen, bathroom and other rooms memories rushed upon me. I recalled my older sister’s alarmed reaction: ‘Are you sure it is a good idea to purchase a flat without a lift on the third floor?’

‘Yes,’ I responded making a joke that it is the surest way of watching one’s weight after 30. It was not the only reason. My prime reason for shifting was to move closer to work place and for a change my mother agreed. We chose this building because it was surrounded by trees and it is so rare in a city to be woken up by the chirping of the birds.

The main door of the house opened directly into the living-room which was both an advantage and a disadvantage. The advantage was that the guest could be seated without him getting a glimpse of the entire house. The disadvantage was that there was no protection from unwanted visitors and to rectify that we inserted a carved partition close to the entrance.

Interior designers who visited the house described it as well utilized space and it was.
A narrow passage led to the master bedroom, the kitchen and the second bedroom. The two bathrooms were provided with lofts but it was the most inconvenient storage because one could never find anything. Initially, the arrangement enraged me but with time I learnt to preserve only what I needed and bid farewell to nostalgia.

The basin was in the passage again not the best arrangement but it spared us from formal guests invading our bathrooms merely wanting to wash their hands.

The master bedroom occupied by my 80-plus mother was the most important room in the house literally and figuratively. It had the TV, music and phone, the idea being to spend as much time in her room as possible. Mother liked a lot of sunlight streaming into the room so the windows were always open. She liked watching the Tulsi plant so we had one on her window sill and she made sure we never forgot to water it or light a lamp on it at dusk.

Her bed was always piled up with pillows and she was very particular about the way her
medicine kit was placed on the adjacent table. The room was sparsely furnished and this facilitated her walking in the area. It was also the reason we never spread any carpets on the floor. After a lot of contemplation we settled for Marblex flooring instead of the regular Spartex which is slippery and dangerous for old people.

As long as she was there we never scraped the walls as oil paint is anathema for asthmatics. Come Diwali and we would white wash the house with good old distemper making sure to cover the leakages and pits before the coloring.

The smaller bedroom was mine and filled up with a vintage four poster Queen bed overlooking a bursting book-shelf. Close to the bed were a modest dressing table and a little far away, a vintage writing desk carried over from generations but preserved more for sentiment value than utility. As a writer I have never been particular about my space and I’m okay even with the writing pad on my lap in bed.

It has been a family habit to eat in the kitchen and we had a burgundy dining-table facing a Madhuban painting of Riddhi Siddhi which my mother described as very auspicious. The window facing my mother’s chair at the head of the table was an invaluable spot. Four sparrows and a faithful black crow dropped by every morning for their share of grain and for roti. Mother fed them personally and they shared an intimate bond. If they didn’t spot mother in her regular chair, they became restless and continued to fly around the house until reassured of her presence.

A little away from the window, was placed our temple. It is a family tradition again to house the temple inside the kitchen. That is where it was at my grandmother’s home and later in my aunts’ and siblings homes. Perhaps that is also the reason they say the kitchen is the most sacrosanct place in a home.

The living-room was not at all lavish and reserved for the guests. Simple sofa set draped in earth colour tapestry and decorated with warm cushion covers. The curtains were thin to retain light and air in the room. For some strange reason we have always had beautiful carpets and painting that liven up the room. The living room window overlooked the adjoining building which was no great view but one salvaged it with plants soaked in sunlight and mixed with artifacts.

It was a simple but an aesthetic home and I was always happy to get back to it after a tired day at work and more important, people always said, ‘Your home is so much like you’ and that made me feel so good.

Not any more though and understandably so. My old home today has nothing about me and all about the tenant who lives there. The walls, the furniture, the colours had changed. The doors and the windows closed with different sounds. The dressing table and the writing table in the small bedroom had altered places and the old bed in the master bed room was not piled with pillows the way my mother liked it.

The plants outside our living room had withered away and the walls showed scratches of a different routine. The kitchen held a different fragrance and the vessels told different stories of different cuisines and culture. The new tenants preferred heavy curtains that dropped a veil to the outside world and the neighbours. The dining table looked alien covered in a new table cloth and mats and the burgundy cabinets had turned brown with age.

The kitchen window had a new glass and was devoid of any residue of the grain and the roti served to the pigeons and the crow for years…Today sitting in my new home I often wonder what happened to those pigeons and the crow my mother served food to faithfully for years. Perhaps they had their exit call and left the universe like my mother or perhaps they shifted abode like me. Perhaps it is best not to know. Perhaps the psychiatrists are right.

We humans need to complete the cycle and move on in life. I have. The place I now live in is spacious and warm. There is plenty of sunshine and air and when I look out of the window there are plenty of trees and birds. I often catch a flight of pigeons in the sky and think of think of my mother’s friends and wish them well.

I’m certain they have moved on too like everything else in life...

People ask me why a blog???

Whenever I'm asked what I enjoy most about my profession it does not take me time to respond that I"m here, because I like writing and because I like Hindi cinema. And my job provides me with an opportunity to dabble in both.

I have been writing on cinema for almost 30 years and have been a part of the print, electronic and online media journey. I have watched the media graduate from manual typewriters and spacious tape recorders to CDs, match-box dictaphones and mobile cameras. There was a time the printed word was sacrosanct. Then came a time the electronic media invaded our lives. And today, we cannot exist without our daily posts! 

It gives me great pride to state that the publishing house I was associated with in the 1990 decade was the pioneer of this dream in India. The magazine I edited g- was the first Indian magazine to go online and Chitralekha the first proud publisher in India to go on internet. 

It was a historic moment on 19 January 1996 at the Skydome Theatre Nehru Centre , Worli. Shammi Kapoor the only net savvy celebrity and president of yahoo.com was our chief guest of the evening and amidst much fanfare had clicked the mouse and officially launched the site.

Amitabh Bachchan was the guest of honour and had attended the function with his full family and good friend Amar Singh. In his speech Bachchan narrated amusing anecdotes of his struggling experiences online. He said that while surfing a stranger got on to chat with him and asked him for a date till he typed his age and the person mysteriously disappeared.

It was a magical evening (pictures attached below) but the enormity of the moment had to dawn much later.

In these 13 years we have become so used to the net that writing on paper has became obsolete. I still prefer to write long hand on my notepad but it seems like even a conservative like me will now have to submit to technology. Change is the only permanent aspect of life so here I am ready to share my thoughts with you on my website and a blog...

THE DIRTY PICTURE recreates an era....

Namaskar...Cinema Review mein - main Bhawana Somaaya - aapka swagat karti hoon...

Iss hafte do releases hain: Peshaura Singh ki I Am Singh aur Balaji Films ki The Dirty Picture.

Pehle baat karte hai I Am Singh ki –

 I am Singh America mein basse – un Sikhon ki kahani hain -  Jo 9/11 ke baad - bohat saare logon ke gusse aur nafrat - yaane Hate Crimes ka shikar banne.

White racists - Sikhon – aur Musalmano ko – Afghani terrorist samajhkar - rampantly target karne lage.

Aise hi ek ferocious attack mein - American resident - Bikram Singh ka din-dahade qatal ho jata hai…

Uske Bauji ko kuch goonde berehmise peet te hai – aur uske bhai - Balbir Singh ko giraftar karte hai.

Ab pariwar ka sabse chhotta beta - Ranveer Singh apne bhai ko khojne ke liye India se America aata hai aur kuch doston ke sahare anyay se ladta hai…

Saari film Los Angeles mein shoot ki gayi hai - aur har scene mein America ka ek naya location pesh kiya gaya hai.

Waise to film mein saare masale hai - jaise bade bungle - badi gaadiyaan-

bada pariwar – thoda dialogue baazi – thoda dhishum dhishum - aur

Wahe Guru ki shaan mein naach gaana...

Phir bhi baat nahi banti aur iski wajah hai - film ka overemphasized message jo bhashan banker reh jaata hai.

I Am Singh Sikhon ke right of religion ka mudda uthate uthate –

Jehad – Saddam Hussain aur Al Qaida – tak pohanch jati hai.

Aadhi se zyada film angrezi mein hai - aur woh bhi bagair subtitles ke.

Agar aap Los Angeles ko theatre mein baithkar dekhna chahte hai - to ye film aap ke liye hai - warna nahi!!

I Am Singh ko film ke production values par bohat saara kharch karne ke liye milte hai 2 ** stars.

Ab baat karte hai Balaji films ki The Dirty Picture ki.

2010 mein Balaji Films, director Milan Lutharia aur writer Rajat Arora ne humme - 70s ke daur ke underworld ki kahani di thi - Once Upon a Time…

Iss baar yehi team - 80s ke daur ki cinema ki kahani laayi hain - The Dirty Picture…

Film teen hisson mein batti hain:

Pehla - Reshma ka ghar aur gaon chodkar Madras ke bade - bade studios mein - struggle karna.

Doosra - Reshma ka Silk banjana aur showbiz ki duniya par raaj karna...

Teesra- Silk ka slow and steady downfall!!

Kaise ek badi superstar kamyaabi ke shikhar se girti hai…bikharti hai…aur tootti hai….

In teeno shaandar phases ko - 2 ghante aur 20 minute ke safar mein - alag roop aur rang mein pirroyya hai - director Milan Lutharia ne.

Is kaam me director ka saath diya hai - unusually talented writer aur lyricist Rajat Arora ne…

Rajat jiss shiddat aur sachai se apne har kirdar ko pesh karte hai - aisa lagta hai hum ussi yug ke yatri hain aur har character ko karibise jante hain...

Film ka music-sets-locations-props- art design-phir woh uss daur ke alishan studios ho -larger than life posters-cinema halls – magazine offices- fashion ya uss samay ki prevailing morality - sab kuch realistic

aur detailed hai…

Impala cars – decorative phones aur Go Go glasses se - Maruti gaadiyaan aur Levis jeans ka safar – khatta meetha - tedha medha – dher saari pareshaniyon aur attitude se bhara hai.

Iska shrey jaata hai - to a large extent - film ki khatti meethi heroine Vidya Balan ko.

Tel mein bandhi chotti aur phhatte ghagra choli mein liptti - gaon ki gori Reshma - shaher ke jhopdon mein rehti hai - aur sitaron ke sapne dekhti hai…

Jab uske sapne sach hone lagte hai - woh na sochti hai - na mehsoos karti hai-bas azad panchi ki tarha aasman mein uddti hai.

Silk manti hai - ke zindagi ko jee bharke jeena chahiyye.

Woh khulke hansti hai aur dilse bolti hai…

Samay ke saath woh – mirchi se zyada tikhi - zehar se zyada kaddvi - aur sharab se zyada nasheeli banti jaati hai…

Iske bawajood - woh paani ki tarha paak aur sheeshe ki tarha saaf hai - jiski wajah se uske dushman bhi use pyaar karte hai!

Film ka har character - superstar Suryakant – uska bhai Ramakant – director Abraham - aur producer Keedadas - apne aap mein lajawab hai.

Koi film perfect nahi hoti aur The Dirty Picture mein bhi khamiyaan hain:

Vidya jab English words bolti hai to who gaon ki ladki nahi lagti.

Film thodi edit hosakti thi - ekada gana kum hosakta tha - aur Vidya ki amma ki bhumika mein koi behtar performer ko liya ja sakta tha…

In chote mote flaws ke baawajood The Dirty Picture ek immensely

entertaining aur emotional experience hai…

Film me beshumaar yaadgaar pal hai jaise …

…Jab Silk mahinon tak ghar mein qaid rehne ke baad - kissi se baat karne ke liye tarasti hai - aur khalli sadak par raat ko chheekhti hai… to aapko goosebumps hotey hai.

…Jab woh nashemein choor - speeding traffic ke beech - chehra chuppati - ladkhadaati hai… aapko ghabrahat hoti hai.

…Jab woh film journalist Nayla ke ghar ke bahar tamasha karti hai… aapko uspar taras aata hai.

….Aur jab woh award function mein speech deti hai… aapka taaliya bajane ka man hota hai

The Dirty Picture - ko hum ek baagi ki kahani bata sakte hai - jisne zindagi ko ko apne oosulon par jeeya…

Ya phir - isse hum ek victim ki kahani bata sakte hai - jiska sabne ek Boarding Card ki tarha istimaal kiya…

The Dirty Picture mainstream cinema ke itihaas mein ek nayya panna

paltati hai.

Vidya Balan apne bejhijhak - robust and flawless performance se Hindi cinema mein heroines ke liye ek nayi jagah kayam karti hai...

The Dirty Picture ko dil kholkar 'Oh la la…' ke saath milte hai 5 ***** stars.

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