Monday, June 18, 2007

Sivaji -a.k.a.How Shankar screwed up



What Da Boss and two and a half hours of movie time could not do, Mottai Boss managed to do with elan in just half hour. For me, Mottai Boss salvaged Sivaji from sure ruin and disaster.

The credit in bringing him on in the end must go to whoever thought of it. It is the cleverest ploy in the entire movie as its strategic position is that an average movie goer will take home the impression of a swashbuckling yet Matrix-like hero, stylish and heroic even in his violence. If this scene had not been there, the thinking audience would have gone home wondering what the hell the hype was all about after all.

The story starts off on a very creditable premise, though it gets wafer-thin and sometimes disappears completely. Shankar, in his role as conscientious film maker has a reputation for exposing serious glitches in social and economic constructs as they exist today. Though it had garish make-up for Kamal Hassan in Indian, some absurd set of circumstances in Gentleman, histrionics in Anniyan, these movies, all by Shankar, were about exposing the chinks in the Indian society. With Sivaji, Shanker is at his favourite theme again, but in an absurder construct than even his sub-standard flighty movie Boys could manage.



How can a director like Shankar forget that the grammar of cinema does not rest in garish costumes, glamourous heroines (Shriya Saran has NO TUMMY and boy! can she dance!), blond wigs, a few good songs, some bad ones, passable humour, glass houses and angels and stunning special effects. These are just the cosmetics of the trade...they serve to embellish and build on the foundations of core movie components -a solid story line, a plot, a script, screenplay. Only a director who thinks the audience is a bunch of idiots will forsake his commitment to these key elements. Or he himself is lacking, which is in Shankar's case, not a tenable argument.

But before I rave further, 'Do gooder' NRI Sivaji(Rajni, who else!) comes home to India with the utopian idea of running a welfare state all by himself. Naturally enough, it is not a smooth ride to the ideal. His plans to set up engineering and medical institutions of learning to provide free and capitation-free education to the youth and free medical care are repeatedly thwarted at several levels. The big spoke in his wheel is Adi, supposedly a JPR clone, only more suave, classy in his villainy and extortion.

How Sivaji outwits the crafty Adi (a fine performance by Suman) and others in his corrupt coterie, cleverly twisting the arm of the law to serve his purpose, as the line goes, forms the rest of the movie. Predictably, in Kollywoodian Psychomachia, the superhero triumphs.

I've a friend who keeps saying "I may not be perfect, but parts of me are wonderful.' M may not be happy to see its use here, but it is indeed true - the parts of Sivaji that are entertaining unfortunately do not make a whole that is equally or more entertaining.

The families of Solomon Pappiah and 'Pattimandram' Raja rock; scenes involving them are hilarious, well crafted. Vivek has some great lines, splattered right through the movie. Their takes on other actors, from MGR, to Sivaji Ganesan, Vadivelu, Kamal and right down to self-styled presumptuous Little Superstars are enjoyable and indeed even seem clever sometimes.



As for the performance of Superstar himself, there is nothing to complain about. We don't find the crazy humour of Thillu Mullu or the action of say a Mannan in Sivaji, but there is much more that the man has given to this movie. You get the feeling that he has given his all, put in great effort for what might (???!!) be his last movie. His dance is still much the same wooden shaking around, but is energetic; his attempts at mimicry (does a good MGR, S.Ganesan, Kamal) are funny and he really exerts in the action scenes. His Mottai Boss avatar (he claims he is MGR- M.G.Ravichandran, and hey we believe that!) is a crowning glory. In villain mode, slightly reminiscent of similar roles in the classics : Mullum Malarum, Aboorva Ragangal and 16 Vayathinile: he is a total charmer.

For Rajni, the movie is watchable. For Shankar, it is a splendid chance all botched up. And Sivaji, the movie, totters in between. If we were to be crudely mathematical, the sum of the parts do not total upto the whole.

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Friday, March 16, 2007

Sunshine Baby

(Photo via Foxsearchlight)


Little Miss Sunshine
It's the second Oscar movie that I've watched this season and I must say I'm not disappointed, no sir. And though Little Miss Sunshine is in a completely different genre to the more deep Babel, Little Miss Sunshine is also about plumbing the depths, nevertheless rising again.


LMS first knocks the windbags of pretension straight out. And in a comic bout with established notions of winning and losing, guile and sincerity, happiness and depression, what is right and what is not, it floors all its opponents and brings them up again, redefining them...

A dysfunctional family and a dysfunctional Volkswagon bus make a cross country road trip across America so that the baby of the family, young Olive (Abigail Breslin) can take part in the Little Miss Sunshine beauty contest. Her pushy father, Richard Hoover (Greg Kinnear) , is a motivational speaker. He would probably be the typical American go-getter except he's such a loser. Olive's mother (Toni Collette) is a hyperventilating smoker who has been in a relationship that's failed and her brother Frank (Steve Carell) is the pre-eminent proust scholar in the United States, gay and has attempted suicide. Olive's step brother Dwayne (Paul Dano) is obsessed with hating all, not talking and going to the air force academy. Not the least of this entertaining family is coke-snorting, porn-loving Granpa (Alan Arkin).

And you think things can't get worse? Of course they can. And they do - the metaphorical ride is rough as is the literal -there's death to contend with, hypocrisy, betrayal, bankruptcy and disappointment. But the comic rules.

From cheap porn jokes to more subtle humour, LMS guides you through common perceptions of 'tragedies' into a fresh, clean look at life. In the genre of Benigni's Life Is Beautiful, LMS is a little less simplistic as it packs in a full measure of the foibles of modern day society as a loose veneer that the movie only goes on to rip off.

The champ of this movie is little Olive ( A fine performance for one so young) the real sunshine - her engrossing guilelessness, sincerity and sensitivity childlike and yet so mature, makes you want to think this kid has great potential. It only matters that you enjoy what you do, not winning not losing, the movie seems to say, also through Alan Arkin, surely an understated performance, but deserving an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor? I dunno. And I must admit, despite their obvious disintegration, the Hoover family is rather endearing in the way they stick up for each other.

The movie's strongest message is, however, for the pretenders - people like the beauty contest judge and Richard Hoover who have their inflexible rules on what is right and wrong, what one must do or not. And the message is, quite in the tongue in cheek tenor of the movie - Stuff it!

With a water-tight script, great screenplay ( This Oscar is truly well-deserved) and dialogue, this movie's almost as good as it gets. I have not watched Departed yet, but it will have to try darn hard to convince me that it did not unfairly take away the Oscar from Little Miss Sunshine. Need I say, then, MUST WATCH?!

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