Yet another gangster film from 'THE FACTORY', and yet, another disappointment. There is not much to write about in this film...In fact, this film, does not have anything at all. Based on the alleged links between D-Company and the Al Qaeda, this film tries to explore the equations between the mercenary Mafia, and the religiously inclined Jehadi groups... There is much to explore and even more to show, but Contract is half baked film based on a shoddy storyline.
Like a typical 'Factory' production this film too introduces a host of new actors, but unlike a characteristic RGV film, Contract neither has fabulous cinematography nor is the editing brilliant. All in all, this is one of the technically poorer films to come out the RGV stable.
The performances are nothing to write about. Newcomer Adhvik Mahajan (as Aman/Amaan) looks like he suffers from perennial constipation. Prasad Purandare as Ahmed Hussain, the coffee guzzling, grumbling ACP of Mumbai Police, does a bit better. Sakshi Gulati, as Iya. looks sexy, but that's the end of the story. The rest of the cast look like mere cardboard characters.
So, should you go and watch it?
In times of sky rocketing prices, I would suggest you rather donate your surplus money to the needier sections of the population, rather than waste it on a useless movie.
(I know that this review is dry and uninteresting, but then writing a raunchy review for boring film would not be fair... Isn't it?)
If you are 20 something, tired of the pressures of a professional life and are still nostalgic about those fun-filled college days...Go and watch Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Naa. Yes, it's a trip down the college corridors, the booze parties and that pehla-pehla pyar!
So, before I start dissecting the film, I will make a confession- I thoroughly enjoyed the film. Yes, it definitely had an emotional connect, and that I think is the USP of the film. Loosely based around the Rahul and Anjali's story ( Remember Kuch Kuch Hota Hai!), Jaane Tu, is a tale about Jai and Aditee, their friendship and their eventual love story. Told in an extensive flash-back style, the story revolves around the lives of a bunch of youngsters going through the travails of understanding the meaning of love and friendship.
Jai and Aditee are best buddies, but they are not in love...Well, That's what they think...and so they set out to find the perfect partner for their mate. And when one finds the other in somebody else's arm, that's when reality/love bites them!
The casting is brilliant, and the lead actors...Rondu, Bombs, and Jiggy are fabulous. This bunch is as good as it gets, although Imran is a bit disappointing. Irrespective of what the critics say, Imran has a lot of ground to cover, before he makes a mark for himself as an 'actor'. And what can one say about Genelia...Well! She's the kind of girl I'd like to go out with ;) However, I think, she can do with some diction classes. The makeup and the costume of the characters make them believable, makes them one of us ( We the rising yuppies of emerging India), and thousands of youngsters will be able to see their stories through Jai or Aditee's eyes.
Jaane Tu also has a host of supporting actors, including veterans like Ratna Pathak Shah, Naseeruddin Shah, and Paresh Rawal. But the director,Abbas Tyrewala, has wasted them. Their portrayal seem sketchy and it seems the director treated them with contempt. Also the pot-shots taken at Feminism is totally unnecessary and unwanted. Either the scriptwriter/director have no idea about the feminist movement or they treat women with the same contempt as they have treated the supporting actors. Although, the director tries to temper his pun by taking a similar sarcastic take on Masculinity, it is anything but regrettable.
But then everyone has idiosyncrasies, even the Director, and whatever said and done, Jaane Tu is a fabulous film and a must watch!!!
This song is my current favourite. Just notice the tenor in Manna Dey's voice!!
It's fab! I get goose bumps everytime I listen to this song
ऐ मेरे प्यारे वतन
ऐ मेरे बिछ़ड़े चमन
तुझ पे दिल कुरबान
तू ही मेरी आरज़ू
तू ही मेरी आबरू
तू ही मेरी जान
तेरे दामन से जो आयी, उन हवाओ को सलाम
चूम लू मैं उस ज़ुबान को जिस पे आयी तेरा नाम
सब से प्यारी सुबह तेरी, सबसे रंगीन श्याम
मां का दिल बनके कभी सीने ने लग जाता है तू
और कभी नन्हीं सी बेटी बन के याद आता है तू
जितना याद आता है तू, उतना तड़पता है तू
छो़ड़कर तेरी ज़मीन से दूर आ पहुंचे है हम
फिर भी है यही तमन्ना तेरे ज़र्रों की कसम
हम जहां पैदा हुए, उस जगह ही निकले ये दम
1.If you love sports copy the link and paste it in your browser's address bar ( Don't worry it's not a bug...it's alink to an article)
http://www.india-today.com/itoday/08031999/sports.html
2.Read the preceding post.
3.Can you find a connection?
On that chilly summer afternoon, when a bunch of youngsters lifted an innocuous looking trophy, little did they know that their feat would change the nature of the gentleman's game forever. It was on 25th of June 1983 when Cricket moved out of the lush green English countryside to find a new home in dusty lanes of the Indian subcontinent.
The rest, as they say, is History.
As we celebrate the greatest moment in our collective conscience, it's high time for introspection. We as a nation seem to be obsessed with this sport. The sound of a ball hitting the sweet spot on the bat can evoke such emotions that even the greatest of all orators can't. We jump with joy whenever India scores a win, and our heart skips a beat every time Sachin is on 99!
But, have you ever wondered what is the reason behind this frenzy?
The answer probably lies in our colonial past. Cricket is a legacy of our erstwhile rulers. It was the pasttime of the Sahibs...after all it was/is the Gentleman's Game. And it's the aspiration of becoming a gentleman that has led to the immense popularity of the game. Even though the British ruled us with an iron fist,we, Indians seemed to have a love-hate relationship with our perpetrators. We loathed them and yet, in the deep chambers of our heart, we aspired to become one of them... We wanted to shed our brown skins for white one, and if that was not possible, at least we could become like them in our mannerisms.
So we started dressing like them (The three piece suit, the Hat and the walking stick). We even started speaking their language, and we wanted to make their sport ours too. So the popularity of cricket has more to do with our fascination to become like them than with anything else. (Much in the same fashion, we are obsessed with fair skin...the numerous advertisements on the boob-tube just reiterate the fact)
If we could adopt cricket we could truly become the Gentleman, we always aspired to. So we practised, and practised and practised. And on that fateful day twenty five years ago, we achieved our dream...
We truly became the Brown Sahib.
