Showing posts with label hero. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hero. Show all posts

Friday, 11 September 2015

HERO: Oops, try again! [1.5/5]

A lot of hard work, deliberate efforts and forced energy have been put in making/re-making HERO, and it shows. The desired all muscles-heavily tattooed look is achieved, as for as the sincerity and passion at the male lead’s part is concerned. The girl sure has learned a couple of lessons on how to move it; and I am not talking about anything here distantly related to acting. Postcard-perfect locations have been recced and marked. Songs are completely in sync with the hit love-story mould. Even the storyline has been borrowed from a classic romantic drama, still very much admired for its good music, distinctive direction and decent performances. A safe and well-protected launch-pad for two of the Bollywood star-kids is ready. Well, almost! And that ‘almost’ says a lot. Two most important parts of the filmmaking process i.e. the edgy writing and the skilled direction miss the bus; and Nikhil Advani’s HERO turns out to be a sluggishly written- sloppily directed bad film no one would love to be called his/her launch-pad.

Backed by Salman Khan- an institution in himself for today’s gym-loving generation, HERO is made only to establish the mentor’s ego in projecting his loved ones as the next possible stars in Bollywood. The list has many Atul Agnihotris and Pulkit Samrats besides all plastic face look-alikes [Sneha Ullal & Zarine Khan, if you remember]. Sooraj Pancholi and Athiya Shetty secure their places in the same list. The local gangster Sooraj [Played by Jr Pancholi] has kidnapped Radha [Athiya Shetty]- the daughter of Mumbai’s Inspector General of Police Srikant Mathur [Tigmanshu Dhulia] in order to get his godfather Pasha [His real father Sr. Pancholi] released from the jail. And it takes exactly 2 songs and 3 scenes for the fashion-freak & selfie-obsessed Radha to fall in love with an under-qualified but good-hearted ‘Goonda’. I know it hurts to accept him as an under-qualified but he himself confesses in one scene that he can only do either ‘dadagiri’ or ‘bodybuilding’. Now, that can really be an eye-opener to all the gym-fanatics! Anyways, the plot ahead sees the foreseen tussle between the lovers and the rest of the world.

What gets lost in translation from the Subhash Ghai directed original HERO to this latest remake is the conviction in writing and the confidence in direction. Though the writer tries his hard to give it a contemporary feel but could only come up with a few dialogues using internet-savvy lingo and the outdone tattooed look every Bollywood aspirant thinks a must to get big break. Rest of all is outdated, absurd and not at all appealing. The writing is so lethargic and noticeably so embarrassing that you can’t stop grinning about it. The IG of Police is named Sri Kant. The full name of Pasha is Surya Kant Pasha. Even Sooraj is called Surya sometimes. Pasha is called ‘baba’ by Sooraj, Sooraj is called ‘Sooraj Baba’ by Pasha. There is definitely some shortage of names. And then, there is bad direction that borrows heavily from every successful romantic action films in past. The whole entry sequence is so pale and pathetic you want to ask if Salman [The Producer] himself has approved it. In one of the most hilarious scenes, Pasha recalls in front of Sooraj, “Teri maa ko main behan manta tha”. Now, reconsider this as they both are sharing the screen for the first time and Sooraj is projected till now as Pasha’s son! Absurd miscommunication, I say!

On the performances, it’s better not to express much as even they [Sooraj & Athiya] also didn’t much in the film. Sooraj definitely has some screen-presence only till he starts trying to weight his words before speaking. I wish his gym has vocal trainers also! Athiya is unconventionally bad. And thanks to the writing that portrays her even worse! How can playing a dumb be someone’s very first role to impress the world? Sharad Kelkar acts in respected measures and impresses the most of the lot. Tigmanshu looks completely disinterested and drained out. Aditya Pancholi for once underplays it and looks cool while doing it.

Film’s poster has a tagline, “Rebels. Love. Freedom.” Apart from it being grammatically incorrect, I could only give you my word about the last of the three words you would actually feel for, not while watching the film but after leaving the theatre. For Salman? When there is an expert [Mr. Salim Khan] at your hand’s distance, you should better give your script a chance rather than countering film critics’ substance just couple of days before releasing your film. And to Sooraj & Athiya; try again, kids! I know you both are lucky enough to get more chances! [1.5/5]   

Saturday, 24 May 2014

HEROPANTI: Save the saving grace ‘Tiger’ for his next! [2/5]

In the dead core of age-old insipid recipe for a perfect Bollywood love-story, if anything in Sabbir Khan’s ‘HEROPANTI’ really looks garden-fresh besides the lead pair, is one comically emotional scene that makes a highlight; sadly much later in the film.

When Prakash Raj, playing a dominating father of the bride [Not for once but twice] and a heartless ‘Jaat’ crime-lord bound by his own caste-procedurals finds out that his second daughter is also planning to elope with someone on her wedding-day alike his elder daughter, he decides to accompany the possible guy for the rest of wedding to ensure things happen his own way. With a father trying his best to be not ashamed again in the eyes of his own men, this scene alone dares to take the plot in a region hadn’t been visited before. Sad part is, it comes at a point when you had lost all your hopes to see anything good in the movie.

The launching vehicle of Jackie Shroff’s cute, adorable and much flexible son Tiger, ‘HEROPANTI’ is nowhere close to be fresh, new and novel in terms of content. You can foresee the events far from a mile. Girl elopes on the D-day. Father with his goons takes boy’s friends in custody to know whereabouts of the couple. One of the friends falls for the second daughter…and the rest is, showcasing lots & lots of muscle-power, abruptly put love songs and a pinch of the great Indian emotional drama, a shameless rip-off from century’s most lovable DDLJ.

Film rides high with Tiger’s stretchy elastic body-show in action sequences and dance numbers but when it comes to move the muscles responsible for expressing emotions; he definitely looks clueless for most parts. His never-ending effort to be ever-smiling on screen often lands him in fumbled dialogue delivery and bad lip-syncing to songs. From verbal sexist comments to acts of physical torture, there is constant offence against women shown on regular interval. And it hurts. Badly. If that’s not all, you’ll also find everyone just keep taking names incorrectly. ‘Rakesh’ becomes ‘Rajesh’ for more than a couple of times, but who wants to get into these small flaws when you have bigger issues to notice.

With dashing looks and chiselled physique, Tiger charms and shows off an impressive screen presence but has a lot bigger room for improvisation in acting department. I wish his next to have more than just backflips, splits, summersaults…and I am talking about acting here. Kriti Sanon, surprisingly makes a much confident debut despite having a tinier room to roam around. Prakash Raj plays an over-dramatic father of the bride, as if smitten by the Karan Johar bug.

At the end, the film of such monotonous graph gets benefited by the sparkling presence of Tiger Shroff but Tiger sure deserved better ignition to take a flying start. Why on earth does every star-kid need a love-story as his first outing, that too of the same congested box of dying rules? With 2 hour 26 min of duration, it is best to realise that you have more active cells in the brain than the writer and maker of the film do. Listening to its chartbusters on your favourite FM radio station could lure you to rush to the nearest multiplex. Beware! Save the saving grace ‘Tiger’ for his next! [2/5]