You know how you go for days without watching a movie… And you think that the next time you make it to one, it better be a damn good one, because it would really suck to go back to something you love to do after an extended period, only to be faced by disappointment?
Well I felt that way yesterday, so I decided not to experiment, and while the choice of film was not completely mine, I supported it thinking of all the reviews I’d read that stated it was ‘oh so good!’ and the fact that part 1 was watchable so part 2 must be as well (yes, it’s a sequel I’m talking about)…
24 hours after making the (wrong) decision, I have decided to ban critics from my life. And sequels of Hindi movies, probably, seeing as the first version itself was not original.
I had the grave displeasure of watching Sarkar Raj last night.
I have to say that this director is the most overrated thing since frikkin’ Coca Cola. It amazes me how a film devoid of a script and of sense can be filled with close up shots of ugly people who like to break out into crappy Hindi film songs, an entire minute of no noise followed by a huge build up of explosive sound and the sombre faces of protagonists who are made to stare into the screen and mumble a punch line to earn the title of riveting and become this ‘remarkable return of the Ramu’ movie for a director who is so busy being full of himself, that all his films, from the Lolita-inspired Nishabd to the Godfather-inspired Sarkar have no two feet to stand on.
What really pisses me off is how his name is used to define a whole genre of film-making. Dude, I can hold a camera up and distort someone’s face so it becomes a weird reflection of itself. But the audacity of the director to make a lousy movie and hold it up to the world as a work of art is revolting. He should be thankful that the Bachchan’s get so much attention, because half of this movie is indeed, just another promotional gimmick to keep them in the limelight. If it weren’t for the fact that all the Bachchan’s were in it, this movie wouldn’t have even warranted a theatre release.
A guy who decides to wake up one morning and feel inspired by the Godfather (not the book… the movie obviously) better be careful about what he’s doing. This director practically lifted the entire film and filled it with those famous close-ups (also of ugly people) for Sarkar. I don’t get it… Is that supposed to make the film ‘intense’ or ‘hard-hitting’ or something? All I can see are pock-marked faces and revoltingly bad pan-stained teeth! Yuck! Anyways, all that apart, I guess the film was not all bad, thanks to Kay Kay Menon (expert), Mr. AB (not OTT for a change) and little AB (one of his better performances).
However, not even performances can rescue this film. The dialogues are lame, the camera angles are lame, the plot is lame, Aishwarya (as usual) is lame, so if you wanna go watch this movie, please be in love with the Bachchans or just really in need of a slightly better film that the director’s earlier dud Aag. Absolutely not recommended.
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