Friday, October 22, 2010

A Slain History- RakhtCharitra - I

Ok, So this is not "Company" nor "Sarkar", Leave "Satya" behind. 
Going by the India's talented director, This is not his masterpiece. and I cannot take any excuses. Ram Gopal Varma's vengeance is filled with gore and blood, too excessive that Varma has lost the grip of portraying the lines of expression.

The film opens very slow trying to have a grip on the subject with the prelude of blood-saga. The use of wide -angle rotating shots were very well taken, RGV only missed the zoomed in expressions this time. The capture of blood rising and high speed camera rolling against the Gandhi gave an impact and a great opening. RakhtCharitra is based on true story but not real, there is a mix of everything. The films loses the thrill and the background score is too loud. Except the title background, which actually keeps you in flow with the sickle tool.

The story has nothing to deliver new , but RGV tackled it very well with the real casts and the action sequences will take you to your neighborhood. Definitely not a masterpiece but a well narrated story.  This time he made use of the same stable and the same breed of unseen baddies, real to the core. The masala is high towards the red chilly.There are scenes which will make you grit your teeth, tighten your muscle and flinch your eyes, but all are in few scenes. RGV has a great subtle style of direction. 

Vivek Oberoi slipped into the skin of slayer very easily and was captured well too. His entry was definitely slow but the camera marked its perfection, a new kind of Bollywood has ever seen. Satrughan sinha added a distintive  flavor of perfectism and his character in the late second half had some great performances. The example of Ramanyana was used with proper misunderstanding throughout the movie. Abhimanyu singh was brilliant again as the real demon and the way his eyes spilled character is sure to catch an attention. Varma was really good enough  to capture the eyes. Then there was the beginning of Suriya at the end of the movie, which actually stopped many in disbelief and ecstasy from leaving the theater. 

The movie has nothing other than the overflow of blood,  No romance , no comedy, no tragedy, no emotional dialogue, no good looking female or male, no celebration, no set , no location and just one unnecessary silliest song. RGV is only proving himself as a rebel to Bollywood. and again against women. Yes, there is nothing for the fairer sex as said by RGV during the relaese of the movie that "this movie is not for women, they can sit at home" and "definitely not for people who liked 'Kabhie Khushi Kabhie Gham'".

The only pure dislike was Varma itself with his Voiceover, He should sit on the director chair calling the shots.
so the other half of review will be released on Nov 19th, hold your guns till then (Rise of Ravi is complete and lets wait for the Fall   err or the Rise of Suri???????????).........

Two for great Title and the Rebel RGV.

Friday, October 15, 2010

AA-Krash Burning


(Straight copy of Mississippi Burning)

When you go wrong, you go overboard – seems like the mantra of once good directors in Bollywood. Similar to Prakash Jha, Priyadarshan who did deliver films like KalaPani, Virasat and Gardish; delivered only promise and a great miss through Aakrosh. This film has everything, right from topics like Honor Killing, Caste fights, Feudal lords, Masala, Item Songs, over-the-top action and one man army style heroism. The lack of real and packed storyline will only disappoint you.

The failure starts with camera(s) and frames. You will notice a different treatment of scenes throughout the films. Looks like that the songs and action sequences are shot by two different directors. The opening was shaky and thrilling but lacked the camera control and overall focus of the story. Priyadarshan seems to lose its touch after the continuous churning of brainless comedy. After Hera-Pheri, we are still waiting a great movie from the master. Unnecessary casting of Bipasha Basu and Sameera Reddy (just one sick item number) proves that the producers wanted some sexism in form of these two dusky ladies. They forget that Bipasha basu minus makeup is still worse because she never acted and never can. She cannot even deliver the rustic approach required by the script. Unjustifiable songs are another miss and a total wastage of quite a long saga.

The exaggerated action sequences were not at all required. They just helped in killing the mood further. The art director along with the designer was wasted to show Bipasha in a skimpy outfit in past and a rustic, down to earth typical wife wrapped in sari as well. The story has many flaws like, just after the wet rainy song, its shown that the village never had rain since 2 years and farmers are facing draught like situation. There was no Dalit political leader, One CBI officer in the team, small village but a very large police force, Beating media persons in public without any fear, sub-inspector is shown carrying pistols and weapons and equipped with many government cars and gypsy’s …… there are many to recall.

Though inspired from Ranbir-sena, Shool-sena is shown without its counterpart – Naxalites. The Jehanabad shootings and killings was copied to the silver screen but lacked the horror and emotions. The marketing of this movie was done primarily on recent Khap killings or Honor killings, but the story was loosely inspired from Mississippi burning.
When I saw the duo of Akshay khanna and Ajay Devgan, where one is calm and the other is hard boiled hot blooded, suddelnly Gene Hackman and William Defoe striked my mind. The Bhatt again copied and got inspired from 1988 hollywood movie. The “Ku Klux Klan” was modified into Shool-sena after a dirty cocktail of Ranbir-Sena of Bihar. It’s a shame on the legendry Priyadarshan. The whole sequence of Bipasha exposing her husband, the fight between the two leads, then an agreement to work together, private part's castration – Nasbandi, to the fight in the saloon with a razor, the sentences and the verdicts are straight lifted from this American crime drama.  There was even a scene loosely copied from classic Mirch-Masala.

This copy got worse by the love story of Ajay Devgan and Bipasha who is playing wife of Paresh (Villain).
The whole movie might look good to those never exposed to cinema and reality. An utter disappointment. Though Akshay Khanna and Ajay Devgan did their best and they delivered very well together. Instead; I would recommend you to buy a DVD of Oscar winning Mississippi Burning than wasting your money to this flop copy.

A total of NEGATIVE STARS.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Indian Penal Code – Section 297

Indian Penal Code – Section 297

It was the summer of 2002; I got some money and bought a secondhand 2-Stroke Noisy bike, so noisy that you could literally leave your trail behind in sound and smoke. It was amazingly gold and stroked upon. This was the same year I started my fascination with speed and throttle. One of my senior Akhil Bhardwaj was a benchmark with his old rotten Rx-100; it was like a grandpa, old enough to rattle. His engine used to roar with a mere turn like that of a greasy finger.I must mention that even till date Akhil holds the record of the fastest ride in town on the same Yamaha Rx-100 (264 km in 3 hours 40 minutes!!!!) .Ohhh man those rides were orgasmic.

It was almost the same year for another new fascination of what a first year engineering student fell for. The measures in milliliters’ and the -logy of dilution Vs Concentration was overwhelming. Looks like the whole of chemistry labs jargon were distributed across table, with our kidneys and intestine as the lab rats. It was the year with no fear. On one ‘wet’ summer day, Ritesh (Sir), Akhil and I somehow started our journey from medical hostel road. Now wait a sec, ---- Don’t get wrong ideas, we were part of engineering crowd, but somehow, Medical and Dental girls forced us to stay nearby them. The one reason was that they were pretty and the other obvious reason was engineering girls were not so pretty.

There used to be numerous bikes parked by the hostel road, and there was one bike we were chatting upon. Suddenly we realized that the bike key was left in the key hole, Untouched. Ritesh brain was corrupt like hell and the fuse started glowing, throwing out ideas. We somehow were successful to half-steal the bike, then our consciences knocked us heavily and we stole some good 5 liters of petrol and left the bike back there. However, I was naughty enough to throw the Key as far as possible. Just the imagination of the frustrated owner upon his realization was making us wild.

The petrol used to be a resource and the power. In those days, 10 re petrol used to be costly and dearer to us. Since we were holding 5 liter of petrol in a Pepsi bottler, we needed to do something quick. There were 2 old swift bikes with us.

Ritesh: “let’s go somewhere; we have now liters of petrol.”
Myself:” But where, it’s already 1:30 AM.”
Akhil: “Yo man, let’s go!”
Ritesh: “Shimoga, Om beach, I know a place called Paradise beach where we can sleep on the 
               beach alongside some Israelis foreigner”.
Myself: “Have you gone nuts, we just have 5 liters not 500 Liters and there are two bikes, so  
               it’s like 2.5 liters each.”
Also the mileage was awesome, it was somewhere around 25-30Kmph.
Akhil: “Yo man, let’s go!”
Ritesh: “Akhil, shut your English, - but then we cannot go anywhere, this place is dead.”
Myself: “Anyplace, even a gutter will do, let’s go, think man think, I am still in my senses.”
Ritesh:”can you drive?”
Akhil: “Yo man, let’s go!”
Myself:”At least I will not send you to the graveyard”
Ritesh:”IDEA- I know a place- It’s a graveyard a real graveyard in Harihar. I ‘ve been there 
              once, It’s quite secluded too, we can sit and enjoy till sunrise”
Akhil: “Yo man, let’s go!”
Ritesh:”Yo, let’s go!”
Myself: “Yo man, let’s go!”

Akhil went to his room to get his bike key and returned with an SLR camera and another Pepsi bottle filled with some golden color liquid. Camera looked too complex that I refused to admit its brilliance. We kicked start our bike and took the main college entrance to hit the Highway NH-4. Harihar was some odd 20 Kms away from Davangere (A small town without any café coffee day or Domino’s). Within an hour we were outside the iron gate of graveyard. We looked out for any silhouette and carefully parked our bike behind the trees. Police in those days were like angels of death and we were too lively to encounter them. Akhil and I were young enough to jump the first hurdle off the wall, While Ritesh entered through the opening of the main gate. The gate was massive and rusty and had a squeaking sound.

This Christian cemetery was a rectangular secluded place. Peaceful and quiet, a perfect gateway for the night outs. It was away from all the liveliness. There was a factory at the back and towards the west of the graveyard. At regular intervals, some working sound was echoing in this wilderness from the factory. Soon our eyes got accustomed to the darkness and we started seeing things.


There were graves and only graves in that graveyard. Some were cemented and big, while others were like muddy humps. But all were graves for sure. An eerry feeling ran through our spines, and we felt the urge of urinating. Pissing in that grassy, dark pitch was a challenge in itself, to watch your own back was even tougher with the eyes looking everywhere. Akhil took out his camera and positioned it on the highest grave to shoot the lonely tree amidst graveyard and the shiny moon. He tried some funny poses for all his 10 min shutter speeds. Ritesh and I were chatting about ghost stories, comfortably resting on the platform of one of the grave. Soon the fluid was gone from the Pepsi bottle and we had enough of ghostly talks, I was enjoying the moment there. This was the best night I can ever have.

The night was shifting itself towards the horizon and the Sun was set to capture the sky. Light was slowly entering the graveyard and we felt darkness falling. It was now no longer safe to stay in the graveyard, we might get caught. Time to say goodbye to hundreds of mute occupants has arrived. All I wanted was, to take some memento in return. I saw a broken grave of Mr. Lawrence (1978-1999) and removed the wooden cross and carried it over to my room in Davangere. Akhil and Ritesh were smart and fearless enough to support me on that, though they called me crazy.

The name engraved was just one word, Lawrence, in black over the white cross. The bottom part was slightly broken and rotten due to mud. It looked psychedelic when I hanged on my wall as wallpaper along with my Jeans. I used to stay with Pratyush/Prats and somehow he got scared of Lawrence. 

The Cross was corroded towards the lower end due to constant contact with earth and its worms. It gave a raw and necrophilia look. It acted like a scare-crow for my friend Gunjan & Vishal. I got all kind of warning from them. Moreover, all the shots taken by Akhil and his SLR came out to be pitch- black. The other pictures on the film were completely ok when printed. Somehow Kunal Pansari- Another friend of mine, after years, confirmed that these happened due to low exposure and got them scanned. However, at that particular time, it simply added fuel to the burning fire.

Soon after (within a Day and two), series of events startled all of my friends and I was forced to accept the conviction. Rohit sir’s (Our close senior who stayed next to us) pet rabbit died mysteriously and the other one went missing. Since this was the first incident nobody related it to Lawrence. The very same night Prats returned from his evening meal and found a dead cat just next to our door. Our room was situated on the third floor roof top. Somehow Ritesh and Me carried the carcass and threw next to the garbage pile. Panic stroked upon many. I was advised by my brave mates to discard “The Cross”. Somehow I managed to classify this all as rumor and called them cowards.

However, within week my aquarium fishes started dying and I was left with none. With all the animals dying nearby us was like a knock of catastrophe and all ears were erect for any sense of distant danger. Prats and I met an accident on my bike; though it was the mistake of the bicycle fellow which crashed with my bike, It was enough for my Roomy to blew his top. We got some bruises and Tetanus shotsand later the Cross-shot.

Somehow, I managed to pretend that Lawrence’s cross was no more in possession. Actually this was handed over to another believer of my clan – atheism; Gaurav Shankar. He kept the cross in his own room for the kick of some kinda orgasmic pattern.

4-5 months later we disposed the cross, in the same garbage pile, where we threw the Cat’s body.
Later, I went to graveyard twice with my other two friend’s gang.
This time I didn’t touch any of the cross.










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Some facts which I discovered years later:
Section 297 of Indian Penal Code (IPC) entitled "Trespassing on burial places, etc", states as follows:
Whoever, with the intention of wounding the feelings of any person, or of insulting the religion of any person, or with the knowledge that the feelings of any person are likely to be wounded, or that the religion of any person is likely to be insulted thereby, commits any trespass in any place of worship or on any place of sculpture, or any place set apart from the performance of funeral rites or as a depository for the remains of the dead, or offers any indignity to any human corpse, or causes disturbance to any persons assembled for the performance of funeral ceremonies, shall be punished with imprisonment of either description for a term which may extend to one year, or with fine, or with both.”

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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Khichdi- A Dose of Unlimited Thali

खिचड़ी is not just a dish made of rice and daal, but this Khichdi has all the M for Garam Masalas, T for Lemons and B for Fried Onions'- Tadka maad ke !!!!!


You will not only be served with Khichdi but the full unlimited thali. And you will get:

  • Ghee :as Witty lines are the USPs
  • Baingan ka Bharta:Jayshree
  • Enjoy Aaloo ka bharta (mashed potato with onions, green chilli and salt):Hansa
  • and crisp Papad : Tulsidas
  • get along with Pickles too: Praful
  • Then lick tomato chutney (blanched tomato, onion, green chilli): Lady Parminder
  • and finally Raita: Himanshu.

The TV sitcom has come to silver screen, and a movie buff like me who never watches these sitcoms was all surprised. The laughter kept coming in small pockets from this super-characterization of Parekh families. The movie will not push you with the bullshit humor, but the consistent smile with the non consistent head shakes that will make you wonder about the silly and witty lines. The whole family is real stupid, down to the core. At least the khichdi is clean and hygienic, with no double meaning at all like our new generation of comedy. Yes the whole family can watch and enjoy this Gujju delicacy. 


This is an answer to The Simpsons and his family of idiots, You cannot find better idiots than them. The screenplay is not idiotic but smart and rule the movie. Real dumb and dumber and dumberer. The camera and direction is simple and no special mention is required. The forced songs are useless but again spoofy, however the market song is better.
All the actors are well justified and they are within the skin of their TV roles.


One star for the screenplay and the courage of transforming small screen coms to silver screen.