I could restrict my
anger and be polite if some tyro director had wasted my time like this.
Did Karan Johar totally
lose it that he kept the first half of the movie poorly imitating F-Tv with the
over-abundance of thrust-upon songs? The major part of the movie shows only the
contemporary college with fit and flashy boys and chicks in scanties. They sing
songs, flirt around, dance and take part in a competition that is seen more
challenging than getting a full scholarship from Harvard. If you go for the
movie, here is your experience. A song worse than a patch starts and you step
out to save yourself. After buying pop-corn or nachos to kill your time when
you enter again, you would see a different song with the same jokers jumping
around. I mean what the freaking hell is this? How would a title-winning guy at
the last moment get time to even bother about gauging the facial expression of
a person in the audience and turn into a divine soul to teach him a lesson?
Spare me, dude.
If I see from half-glass-full viewpoint then also
only these bearable things emerge – two hummable songs, Alia’s screen presence
and Varun Dhawan’s comparatively better performance. I could empathise with the
fatty guy who during the end of the movie shows his outburst, saying ‘Student
Of The Year, my ass’. He truly reflects the sentiment of the audience. To
answer in the language of one of the songs, forget ishq wala love or x wala y, it
was really bakwaas wala crap. Keeping my calm, if I am to summarize then the
movie SOTY is really the Sucker Of The Year.

He is back; back
with his brains. Although he is an old-man now, he is smart as a whip. He is
fearless and kickass. He is a thrashing machine for all the goons who even
think of messing with his family. He is a retired CIA agent, Bryan Mills (Liam
Neeson). In comparison to its precursor Taken, the degree of admiration for
this brave agent stays intact even though the magnitude of thrill in the movie lowers
a bit. There is no element of unpredictability in the script. The movie
starts from exactly where its first part ends. The families of the Albanian
kidnappers who were crushed to death by Mills in Taken take a vow of revenge.
This side, Mills gains a ground to get back to his family. To re-kindle the
relationship, his ex-wife okays in joining him along with their daughter in
Istanbul where Mills is on his new assignment. The movie kicks in its typical
shape when the vengeful team of Albanians show up to kidnap Mills and his
family. It’s pointless to mention that the protagonist squeezes the lives out
of all hoodlums and makes them stop missing their loved ones. However, the real
Taken-moment of the movie is that edge-of-the-seat scene in which Mills calls
up his daughter and astutely leads her to the location where he and his wife are kidnapped and
locked up. Mills’ meticulous attention, his razor-sharp observation and
jaw-dropping action stunts are the unparalleled gems that make the movie undeniably
watchable. Please go for the movie to see how the combination of a protective
father, a loving husband and a lethal ass-kicker looks like.

It is so pleasantly
surprising to see the intact naughty spark of Hawa Hawai in Shashi’s Michael
Jackson steps and Chandani’s subdued charm in Shashi’s home-making chores. The
movie shows Sridevi (Shashi) as a dedicated housewife who takes care of two
kids, sympathetically-caring husband and sorrow-sharer mother-in-law. She runs
a small home business of catering snacks to the households along with
satisfying her family needs. Appreciation for her expertise in laddoo-making
gives her a big smile and family-contempt for her ignorable inability to speak
fluent English reverses the same. Given the chance to help out with her niece’s
wedding, she takes this scoffing-at-her-broken-English bull by its horns and
joins the English class to learn the language. Shashi’s being very jubiliant for getting her identity
as an ‘Entrepreneur’, her effective cross-language communication with her
love-struck French classmate and her performing family duties while thrusting
aside her already neglected emotions are some of the gems the movie has nicely crafted.
There are a few
scenes that demand answers from the flash-ridden society. Shashi’s constant
quest of ‘respect’ from the love she gets from her family not only strikes a
strong chord but compels the audience to think over. The film has bared the harm
being done by the pretentious layer of perceived sophistication to
the deeply rooted, strong values of traditional India. Kudos to Gauri Shinde
for she could see Shashi in Sri. The continual little shudder in Sri’s voice
seems just perfect for the role she had so impeccably performed. All the
characters are so aptly chosen and do justice to their roles. My claps go to Amit Trivedi for his real zappy numbers. Everything
is just perfect but if one needs to nitpick, a bit stretch in the second half
is something that is not totally called for. However, Sridevi shadows the same
whenever she commands the screen. It’s a good blend of comedy, courage, emotion
and inspiration. Sridevi while learning English teaches Acting to her fellow
actors. This is the movie with the meaning and one shouldn’t miss something really
unmissable.
As I just recovered from the shock that 'Heroine' so generously gave, TV18 Broadcast Ltd sent me a DVD of the movie for having done my bit towards the social service by effectively spreading the negative word and warning the people. My big thanks go to the channel.
I had to have two
cups of strong coffee to get Heroine out of my mind. To be modest, let me put it this way - Even if you badly want to get out of your house for a small break, then taking your dog out for a walk would be a better break than watching this movie. Kindly note that I am talking about the movie and not about Kareena!
A middle-class girl comes to Mumbai, becomes heroine, gets exploited, cries a lot, smokes a
lot, tries to find true love and ends up landing in self-created mess. In the
end, she prefers leaving the dirty world of acting by erasing her fabricated
and tainted identity. Movie is over. There is no clear objective of the movie. Does Mahi
Arora represent the considerable number of girls that come for acting? or When it is titled 'Heroine', shouldn't she be representing them? or Shouldn't the movie be titled 'Mahi'? If you ask these questions to Madhur Bhandarkar, you might find him scratching his head in confusion. His showing of sleaziness, usual
slangs, cocktail parties, love triangle, selfish professionals, gossip-girls’
giggles and unsurprising politics make a big fig leaf and stop the concealed
stuff to come forth. Though Kareena is super sizzling as Mahi Arora and comfortably
takes everyone’s breath away with her spunky attitude, the shoulders of this
delicate heroine are not strong enough to bear the full burden of this
lumbering Heroine. Divya Dutta makes a mark till the point she is allowed to. Madhur
Bhandarkar has done a feeble job, being overly dependent on cleavages and ignoring
the script.
The title song at
the start gives the overwhelming eye candy and attracts the silent gazing. Thereafter
the movie generously allows you to step out and visit the food counter or washroom
anytime you want and still takes care that you don’t miss anything. Come on,
you shouldn’t be jailed in a theatre hall. Don’t punish yourself unless you
prefer Kareena on screen to wallpaper. Biased to the beauty, I give 1.5 out of
5 with a big brutal no-no for this movie.
Please go for the movie. That’s it
and nothing more to add at the outset. Though everything seems to be just
perfect barring a bit of unnecessary stretch with losing of grip in between,
RanBarfir Kapoor steals the show and
walks away with the strong claim on the Best Actor trophy.
The story of Barfi (Ranbir Kapoor) spans across
nearly four decades which shows him in his clean-shaven young look to mustache-keeping
mature look to his old boy look which we have seen in Tata Docomo ad. Barfi is a specially-abled ball of fire who has neither fear nor
shame as to what the others think of him. It starts with showing him as a harum-scarum
young boy cycling around the curvy roads of beautiful Darjeeling in 1970s when
he bumps into a Bong beauty, Shruti (Ileana D’Cruz). She gets attracted to this
carefree and confident Barfi who is as sweet as his name. They fall for each
other before Shruti takes a practical turn.
There are many unique gems in the movie.
Credit goes to Basu's creativity for letting the title track hilariously introduce us to Barfi’s childhood which otherwise would have been stereotypical melodrama. Barfi is seen taking his metaphorical, portable heart out and giving
to the girls to see what they do to it. His friend writes funny letters for him,
stealing the lines from the lyrics of old Hindi romantic songs. He has his own
way of judging the credibility of another person. Rather than letting a seed of
doubt grow in him, Barfi takes everyone he feels close to him near to an
electric pole and makes the pole fall just before their feet. Due to this
stupid thing, all get pissed at him but one autistic girl, his childhood
friend, Jhilmil (Priyanka Chopra). She belongs to the goddamned rich family
which is worse than a prison cell without a sunray. She feels herself drawing
to Barfi as the charmer is not biased towards the beauties alone. Barfi too
feels attached to her due to her unquestionable faith in him. Their love
springs with fireflies, watermelon seeds, constant hiding-and-seeking and locking
of little fingers.
Ileana fits the bill in her debut
role with all acting parameters perfectly in place. Priyanka is just too good as
Jhilmil. Her expressions are impeccable. She has made a strong mark with her performance.
Nonetheless, the story revolves only around the magic boy, Barfi. Ranbir is supremely
convincing as deaf-mute Barfi. What is endearing about him is his frequent
smile accompanied by his handmade Nike-logo gesture even in his screwing
situations. He never submits to his inadequacies; in fact he has a special
knack of tackling all of them. He wraps a grass ring around Shruti’s ring finger
in a way that beats a pricey ring what she already has of her engagement. When none is around to help, he piggybacks his father to the hospital
at the eleventh hour. When everyone is against, he has the ability to find his love Jhilmil
by flinging his shoe up in the air against windows, a sure thing that always works
for him. Off the track, I want to mention that the voice that you hear the most
during the entire movie would be that of Saurabh Shukla’s as our leads rarely
speak. Priyanka barely opens her mouth to speak and Barfi, even though opens
his mouth more than anybody else does, he can’t speak.
The best part of the movie is that
it doesn’t slide into a tragic trajectory. Else, it would be clichéd which
would again beseech the audience to understand the agony of the
differently-abled and the audience would turn its sympathy button on. This
movie on the other hand showcases how a specially-abled person can inspire and
teach the normal ones as to how to love and how to live. It has a solid
strength to get your eyes a teary layer and at the same time brings an appreciative
smile on your face. It’s not about surrendering to weakness; it’s about giving
a blind eye or should I put it better, giving a ‘Barfi’ eye to it. The movie
would surely keep you hooked till the interval and then you would feel the hook
slowly coming off until the end arrives. The grip of the movie loosens but the actors made up for
that looseness by their no-nonsense acting. Even though our actors are
not-normal, Anurag Basu doesn’t let the sympathetic silence hover over us and
keeps the background musical almost throughout the movie.
Thanks to Pritam for
such melodious tracks in the flick. Finally, hats off to Basu for pulling off the
story which clearly defines the most misused word ‘Love’ and also throws a fresh
light to the way of seeing the half glass full. Treat yourself with this movie which
is sure to blow you away. Make sure that you don’t miss the moment for the
movie addresses the audience even before it begins. Go and submerge in the
world of acting. You would know what a good cinema is all about.