So on a late Friday evening, when
physically younger souls were doing a modernized version of a folk dance done
in Punjab (without any rhyme or rhythm) to the tunes of Trance in the various
watering holes of the city, we near the water storage tank of Mumbai were
having a serious family debate on whether it bordered on uncontrolled lunacy or
evolved geekiness to want to walk out of the comfort of your four and three
quarters of a square meter of home at mid-day to go and watch Star Trek. Yes the discussion lasted all through the
night.
Finally, puppy eyes and a few
sighs as always did the trick and we trudged along to watch the greatest
Bro-mance of 2013- Star Trek, Into Darkness. In what is perhaps the most
convoluted storyline in recent times, (beaten only by Gippi, which we shall
come to later) Zachary Quinto stole the show. These days Sci-Fi movies have
decided to dumb themselves down to the levels of elementary school, so that all
of us who might have spent years in the wilderness of wiki trying to cross
reference the mythology of various universes, would completely be
flabbergasted. For example, the screenplay of Iron Man 3 would read like, Iron
Man likes gadgets, Iron Man no likes bad guys, Iron Man wants to fight, Iron
Man fights, we will see Iron Man 4 soon. Well, I am being unfair on Iron Man,
it was a great visual treat, especially when the suits become voice activated
and Sir Ben proves his greatness in a five minute sequence.
Anyway coming back to Star Trek, it sees the
return of Khan, (clearly Sherlock needs to do something while planning his
return in Season 3) which my ‘Always SRK is awesome’ movie partner asks nudging
me with her elbow – “Should the K be from the epiglottis, like Kkkhan?” If
looks could kill, I would be next door neighbour to Sanju Baba or the Malayali
pacer. And then suddenly, the entire awesomeness of Khan goes for a toss, when
he is no longer the primary antagonist. But what he did was kindle the fire of
Bro-Mance, which Uhura will always find hard to blow away.
In order to recover from the
epic-ness of Star Trek’s visual awesomeness, and because the sun was still
scorching hot outside we went into Epic, being the only couple in the movie and
raising the average age of the audience by 5. But Epic was interestingly nice.
Beyonce does not add much, but ultimately it delivers what it wants to deliver;
which unfortunately is quite a lot. The greatness of a movie is not its
multiplicity of plots but rather the depth of its central theme. But then, the
kids laughed, we had our shwarma roles and cheered the Leafmen as they fought
the bugs.
In other reviews, which I have
delayed unnecessarily, Gippi was bereft of everything that made Udaan a great
movie. And yet it had everything that one could hope for. Seeing Gippi, I realized
rarely does anyone understand the complexities of a school election. In fact,
come to think of it, the best portrayal of school tensions and elections is
still Neev, the defining serial on DD in the late eighties. Divya Dutta was
brilliant as usual as a single mother without resorting to the exaggeration of
her pains that Hindi movies often fall prey to, but somewhere Gippi lacked the
heart, while having the right intentions.
Ek Thi Dayan, was surprisingly a
great movie –one of the best supernatural thrillers I have seen in recent
times. Emraan Hashmi continues to surprise with his choice of movies and
Konkona is a delight to watch as you wonder who she is portraying. In fact for
horror movies in Bollywood things have been going good. Raaz 3, Aatma, 3G,
quite a few of them hit the theatres and had interesting storylines to boast.
Often though, how things connected back to the central theme, left us asking
for some sense of sanity, but then as long as you get scared enough, why
bother?
The biggest disappointment was
however Bombay Talkies. 4 stories, each different, perhaps individually a great
idea, fell flat when they were supposed to celebrate Indian Cinema. The closest
was the adaptation of the Satyajit Ray Short Story and despite Nawazuddin Siddiqui’s
great performance; it never could capture the human emotion that Ray’s story
portrayed.
It’s good to be back watching
movies and writing about them :)
