Friday, September 30, 2011

Swades (2004): A beautiful, well-rounded image of nationalism


Hello, all. I’ve been a tad absenteeish lately, but I’ve been super busy. Even now, I'm popping in briefly. But to my sheer surprise and joy, the blog for the newspaper has been doing well (actually drawing more hits than any other blogs on the site) despite some controversy/attacks made on me that I won’t even dignify by mentioning the details. I also want to thank all of you readers for helping us soar past the 10,000 views to this blog. :)

While I haven't had time to watch anything new lately, I still have a brief backlog of films that I watched before I canceled my Netflix subscription out of frustration with their poor business practices. I also have some films that I’ve seen part of but can’t post about — like Maine Pyar Kiya, which I’d started watching on YouTube until the subtitles inexplicably cut out halfway through the movie.

But anyway, here’s one I watched a few weeks back and have only a little to say about.

Swades (2004)

Synopsis: Mohan Bargava (Shahrukh Khan) is an NRI living in the U.S. working for NASA. Lonely in the U.S. (given that he’s an orphan), he decides to take time off to return to India, which he hasn’t visited in 12 years, to find his old nanny Kaveri Amma (Kishori Balal) and bring her back to the U.S. In her village, Mohan finds several social and living-conditions problems and also reunites — and reconnects — with his childhood friend Gita (Gayatri Joshi), a spirited school teacher who dislikes Mohan’s Americanized ways.

I was initially somewhat reluctant to watch Swades. The description sounded supremely boring (and I believe the exact way things went down was that Papaya read the description; I said, “That sounds boring”; she said, “It’s SRK”; and I said, “Hmm, well add it to the queue.”), but it had SRK (remember my insane impulse to watch through his films?) and Netflix thought I’d like it.

Turns out that I did like it more than I was expecting to, and not just for Shahrukh. The film has a rather mellow, laid-back feel to it that seems to grow on you. Is it one of those films that wowed me? No. Did it make me smile and make me think? Yes. It has an almost understated simplicity to it that’s quite beautiful.

I also had moments where I thought the Indian nationalism was going to get to me. Maybe it’s because criticizing the way that nationalism (“the story a nation tells about itself,” as one of my professors defines it) is constructed as a concept has been a rather large part of my literary studies, but nationalism is sometimes hard for me to stomach, especially when I’m trying to watch a film for enjoyment and not to pick it apart. I knew from the moment in the beginning of the film where Mohan listens to an answering machine message that says his request for citizenship has been approved that this was going to be a movie where a man “regains” the national identity he’s lost and renounces the one he’s adopted through osmosis. In effect, the NRI is going to realize that, living in America or not, that I is still his identity — he’s still Indian. And of course, I was wary as a patriotic American of how much America-bashing would be entailed in that realization.

It turns out that it actually wasn’t what I was expecting. Part of Mohan’s eventual decision to return to living in India is a decision to change the problems he sees for the better. Having been educated in America, Mohan is critical of or even outrightly against caste discrimination, apathy toward education, child marriage and reluctance to change. This plays on the stereotype of liberalized thinking from living in America, which is something that often bothers me, but it comes with a valid dose of logic. Mohan doesn’t seem to tout it as his Americanized ideals; he’s simply resolute in his feeling of what is right and what is wrong.

Similarly, I found it refreshingly different and honest when Mohan responds to the elders’ claims that India is clearly the best by acknowledging that while certainly on an upward arc, India still has a great many problems to fix — the “developing nation” issues, if you will. And the great thing about it as a whole is that these issues are many of the ones he decides to fix when he returns permanently to India. That to me is a beautiful and self-aware affirmation of nationalism: My great nation has issues, but because I love it, I’m going to tackle them.

And much to my surprise, Mohan actually sticks up for America (though we know he won’t choose it in the end). When the leaders of the village jokingly but gustily pronounce that India is the best because of it has culture and heritage that’s lacking in America, Mohan decidedly renounces their idea and states that simply because America’s culture is not like India’s doesn’t mean that America doesn’t have culture, heritage and rituals. Ironically I think Mohan understands this much better than a lot of Americans; I can’t help but feel that there’s often a sentiment that white Americans don’t have culture (or at best have the Hollywood and mass media form of culture), a sentiment I thoroughly despise as a proud Southerner from a distinct and rich cultural background.

I loved this scene. Really did.
But onto less ideological things. I liked Gita (Gayatri Joshi) and her spunk, though sometimes she became oddly mellow. Similarly, I loved the pairing of her and Mohan when they had friction and disagreement, but it faded too quickly into bland mush.

The cast of supporting characters — aka the villagers — however, is very much spicy and loveable. I don’t think there were any useless characters or ones that you didn’t develop a feel for by the end of the film, though at moments I wished there were less of them to keep track of.

It was also quite nice to see Florida apart from Miami shown in a film. I’ve sadly never been to Kennedy Space Center, and now… there, well, isn’t as much point in going there. But still, it's part of my Florida just the same.

Lame way to represent that you're a globalized man,
but that there is Kennedy Space Center in Florida!
I will say I had my moments where I doubted the validity of Mohan’s science or of his commitment to science, as much as the film tried to make him rely on his science. For one, the filmmakers seemed to forget that he was an aerospace engineer working for NASA; "Yeh Tara Woh Tara," a song about the stars (which I actually rather liked along with the rest of the gorgeous music in this film), was the only real throwback to what should have been his love of space and the stars. Instead, his only real “science” while in India is to build the reservoir, which has nothing to do with aerospace. What's that? I'm picky? Yes, I know, unfortunately. But it did bother me.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Anticipated Films of 2011

So I'm currently mobile blogging while waiting for a football game to start, but I thought of questions I wanted to ask/a discussion I wanted to start and couldn't wait for myself to forget.

Of films that have released or are releasing this year, what were/are you most anticipating? Is it Ra.One, Bodyguard, Don 2, The Dirty Picture, Ready, Mausam, Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, Delhi Belly, Mere Brother Ki Dulhan, Rockstar, Desi Boyz, one of the million films I can't think of at the moment? (For me, it's Ra.One of films that are still upcoming and ZNMD of ones that have already been released. ZNMD was probably my favorite film of the summer too.)

Of any new releases you've seen this year so far, what's been your favorite?

How often do you get to go see new releases? (In New York, I went every week. Here in Florida, I'm lucky to get once a month.)

Looking forward to your responses!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

NEW: Mere Brother Ki Dulhan (2011)


First, before I get into Mere Brother Ki Dulhan, I’d like to announce some happy news. As part of my student newspaper’s revamping for the semester, we’ve added a whole slate of new blogs, including yours truly getting a Bollywood blog put on the list. Words can’t describe how happy it makes me to get Bollywood in there amongst the many varied blog topics we have. It’s called The Filmi Gator, and you can find it here, including my first post to encourage folks to try out Bollywood. (And pardon my apparently poor choices for suggestions at the end; I tried to go Bollywood Lite since I’m making first-time recs for people. Those are all films I’ve actually recommended to first-time watchers, with success.)

And now on to Mere Brother Ki Dulhan, which I saw with Papaya on Saturday. And there WERE subtitles! Yay. Thanks for that this time, AMC.

Synopsis: London-living, just-broke-up-with-his-five-year-girlfriend Luv Agnihotri (Ali Zafar — who is not the same as Ali ABBAS Zafar, the writer/director, I found out the hard way) asks his brother Kush (Imran Khan) to find him a bride in India. Kush is fed up with his search when he runs into Dimple Dixit aka D (Katrina Kaif), a free-spirited wild-child he met in his college days. Convinced that Dimple’s spunk is exactly what Luv needs, Kush begins arranging the marriage. The only problem is that he falls in love with Dimple while planning the wedding, leaving the two to concoct a plan to trick Luv into letting Dimple go.

Overall, I liked Mere Brother Ki Dulhan, but it was not quite as much as I’d hoped for. Seeing the way it was styled (and some of the great promo pictures below), I (and Papaya) hoped it’d have the same level of spazzy WACKINESS as Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani. Unfortunately, while it was a little spazzy, it wasn’t spazzy enough.

I freaking love this picture. Unfortunately this scene was very  passing in the film.

Still, it was funny in its own right. I wasn’t in stitches, but I had a few good laughs, especially at scenes like this one.


But the awesome thing about this movie? Its girl power. I will admit to you that Katrina Kaif is not my favorite person in the world. Sometimes, she’s downright annoying. But between her awesome character in Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara and this, I’m definitely giving the girl a couple of thumbs up for kicking @$$.


Katrina ruled this movie. It wasn’t Ali and it wasn’t Imran, though each had enough of his own tug that I thought it was nicely balanced.

But Dimple is a girl who knows what she wants and how she’s going to live her life. She drinks with the boys (sometimes she even supplies the beer), wears what she wants and has tattoos (even though one of them disappears in some scenes). And not only that, she stands up for herself sexually too because just because she likes to have fun doesn't mean she's easy. 

But if you had any illusions that either Luv or Kush had any sort of control over Dimple, she knocks Kush out with sleeping pills and bodily runs away with him when he refuses to elope with her.

Passin' out the drinks after the boys told her to stay out of them.

Although, random sidenote, Kush’s refusal to elope with Dimple was somewhat annoying, especially after she’d pretty much already run away with him. He got on his soapbox about why eloping was not a good idea, and I was like, “Really? Are we doing DDLJ right now?” It was pretty out of context for the film, especially since (ahem, spoiler?) Luv ends up eloping himself.

But one of the really great things about the girl power in this is that it’s a pretty thorough celebration of a woman’s individuality. Other than the eyebrow-raising, eye-rolling line about “matrimonial eyes” in the title song, even the small things helped boost Dimple’s right to hang with the boys. In the song “Madhubala,” she gets to wear the same thing as the boys (the plaid shirt over a white tank). Details like that make me happy because generally films will make even a tomboy girly (i.e., sadly, my favorite film, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, or Dil Bole Hadippa).


And while on “Madhubala,” I’d like to say that while I didn’t necessarily adore the songs of this film (see: stupid “matrimonial eyes” line in the title song), I loved every song-dance sequence. They were all fabulous. (And, if you needed more convincing that Dimple was the dangerous one in charge, see the item song, “Do Dhaari Talwaar.”)

Dimple has both brothers wrapped around her little finger.
And off-hand, Ali Zafar and Imran Khan make very interesting (quite pretty) brothers. (Also, thanks to lovely folks on Twitter for explaining to me the significance of the names Luv and Kush! I feel like I need a crash course in Hinduism these days.) (Also also, Papaya pointed out that Ali and Shahid Kapoor could very convincingly play brothers.)


At the start, I didn’t really like Ali Zafar. Maybe it’s just that his character was being a jerk at the beginning because he grew on me really quickly! I was surprised to find out he’s actually a singer and not an actor (hey, don’t judge me for my ignorance) and I shall be checking out his music :). And he totally looks like a desi (and prettier) Freddie Prinze Jr. to me, which was kind of driving me nuts.


And yes, I wasted most of my time compiling this post trying to find similar pictures of Ali and Freddie because I must prove my point but there are VERY few good pictures of Freddie.

But in short, I'd recommend Mere Brother Ki Dulhan. Go see it. :)

Monday, September 5, 2011

Bodyguard (2011): ...????

OK! I would love to be discussing BODYGUARD with you guys right now, but there's just one slight problem with that.

I went to see it at the AMC in Jacksonville, where I've seen several Hindi films with their appropriate subtitles (including the first one I saw on the big screen: Tees Maar Khan). This time, however, AMC decided it felt like screwing us non-Indian Bollywood watchers and cut out the subtitles.

OK, to be totally fair to the folks at AMC, the problem was that they didn't have things proportioned correctly on the screen (forgetting to correct for the different proportions of Indian films from American ones). The tops of heads were often cut off, and subtitles across the bottom paid the price of a smaller screen as well.

Still, I was unexpectedly confronted with my first subtitles-less Hindi film. I've only been exposed to Hindi for about nine months, and it's been sporadic during that time. I know my Hindi isn't the best, but it's been improving pretty quickly, so I hoped I'd be OK -- how much of the dialogue do you have to directly understand in a masala film anyway? -- and stayed in my seat. I was OK up until intermission.

After intermission, I either got tired, things got more confusing or they started talking faster because I reached the limits of my comprehension. By the ending, I had no idea what was happening. I'm both proud of myself for sitting through it and angry at myself for not being at the level of Hindi comprehension where I'm no longer quite so dependent on subtitles.


Let's just say I'm definitely going to have to watch Bodyguard once a subtitles-equipped DVD is available. I felt left out as jokes whizzed over my head. (A multilingual professor of mine once said true comprehension and mastery of a language is achieved when you can understand a language's jokes because of the plays on words involved. I'm obviously nowhere near that level with Hindi yet.)

But these things I can say:

I'm convinced that Sallu is the master of masala. Y'all may have noticed (or maybe not) that I have a seriously swinging love-hate relationship with this particular Khan. Mostly, it's his badfanny, show-offy attitude. If he gives it up and just has fun, I love Sallu. This had lots of him kicking butt and taking names, but I don't think I ever had that moment where he came off as so arrogant I wanted to punch him in the face.


Kareena Kapoor, as you may also have noticed, also has the tendency to get on my nerves sometimes. But then other times, when you give her some depth and some spunk, she amazes me (see 3 Idiots, Jab We Met, maybe even 36 China Town). This was one of those times. I also wanted to steal her wardrobe for about 90 percent of the film.

Divya didn't do much studying for her college.

I couldn't understand most of Tsunami Singh's jokes due to the whole language barrier, but his shirts were hilarious.

The music was not great, but the dance numbers were. I think I've mentioned before that I hate when Sallu does his bump-on-a-log "I'm barely going to move and call it dancing" thing, but he actually moved, so I was happy.

So basically, Sallu, if you want to come be my bodyguard, I'd be OK with that. :)