Showing posts with label makarand deshpande. Show all posts
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Friday, July 26, 2013

Fraud Shakespeare

Film: Issaq

Director: Manish Tiwary


What’s in a name? That which we call Issaq, be by any other word, wouldn’t be as awful. To think that Vishal Bhardwaj’s adaptation of Othello (Omkara) was on the verge of being called Issaq, going by the sound of how Ishq is said in the larger part of North India, would make you shudder after you watch this film. However, the destiny of the word Issaq was somewhere entwined to a Shakespearean adaptation.

But in Manish Tiwary’s world, the adaptation begins and ends with a few simplistic pick-and-drops. Verona becomes Varanasi, Capulets become Kashyaps, Montagues become Mishras and the sweet smell of a tragic, yet rosy romance is lost in the pungent odour of its twisted narrative that combines more elements than are necessary in a film.


As if family rivalry and a romance in its midst wasn’t dramatic enough, Issaq adds an element of Naxalism, with Prashant Narayanan as a leader of a Naxalist faction that randomly attacks and yells “Lal Salaam!” for no reason whatsoever. This might be the Indianised adaptation of the part in Romeo and Juliet when the Crusaders marched over Verona. Oh wait, William never wrote that. The overall screen time wasted on the peripheral, fruitless sub-plot could have been used to better depict the romance.

But that would do no good either. The principle characters of the film, Prateik as Rahul and Amyra as Bachchi, leave you utterly dissatisfied. In most of their romantic encounters, you want to stop them and request a re-take. In fact, the lousy effort from Amyra who speaks with a Western accent and then goes on to pronounce words like “Sa-pecial” makes it utterly ridiculous. However, it is fitting then, that our Romeo, Prateik, compliments his Juliet with a lousy performance of his own. We have waited too long for him to live up to his potential (and genes) and this is as good a time as any to give up.

Makarand Deshpande, who plays a yogi baba (with a Naxalite back-story as well), is the herb-smoking rendition of the Apothecary. And whatever herb it is that he was puffing, make sure you do too (if you want to watch the film without wanting to stab yourself). A few other secondary characters have indeed given appreciable performances, like Rajeshwari Sachdev in a role parallel to Capulet’s wife and Ravi Kissen as (one might infer) Tybalt. But throughout his loud role, he never touches the “Peace? Peace. I hate the word.” sentiment. The film initially has its characters perform in a theatrical manner but loses the poetic dramatisation somewhere in the middle.

Relocating a five hundrend year old story into an alien setting is quite a task, but we have seen films where it has been done with ease and grace. From Kurosawa’s Throne of Blood to Bhardwaj’s Maqbool – there are numerous examples where Shakespeare’s tales have been beautifully re-enacted on screen. However, Issaq simply adds too many elements to its narrative and in maintaining all of them, presents a dismal finished product.

The film has given Shakespeare’s last words in Romeo and Juliet, “For never was a story of more woe. Than this of Juliet and her Romeo” a new meaning.

Rating: 1 out of 5

Published in DNA (Pune) on July 27, 2013

Monday, March 25, 2013

Sleepy Hollow

Makarand Deshpande seems to have carried the sensibilities of the unbothered hitch-hiker he played in Swades into his filmmaking. Sona Spa, a film made on an unconventional subject, is nothing but a surface level comment on the ills of modern lifestyle.



The film revolves around a premise of delegating the task of completing your sleep to someone else. However, doing so will open that delegate to the world of your dreams, thereby ridding you off the stress. Yes, does sound an Inception-like plot. However, what Christopher Nolan does with extreme craftsmanship is that he gets you so involved in the story that you do not stop to question the plausibility of the concept. Makarand’s film, sadly, has a story that is too preachy and once you get the gist of it, you stop paying attention to the déjà-vu dialogues narrated by Naseeruddin Shah, referred to as Babaji throughout the film.

On paper, the concept appears quite intriguing, but the film fails to translate the psychological thriller onto screen. The film focuses on two of the ‘sleep workers’; one of whom is a middle-class girl from Pune overcoming a family tragedy while the other is a rich girl from Mumbai belonging to a dysfunctional family and coping with the death of her mother. The plot outline may interest you at first, but it unfolds in an unflattering manner leaving you disappointed. A lot of the blame goes to the form in which the film is presented. A dark theme like this is presented with flat visuals and primitive graphics, and is shot like casual coverage of events; lending it a crude look which doesn’t generate any interest.

Naseeruddin Shah, who is the largest figure on the promotional material of this film doesn’t play a very important role in the film. He is reduced to being on a television screen at the Spa or simply heard in the background, save for a few scenes where he preaches about the importance of sleep by breaking the fourth wall. Ritu and Richa, played by Aahana Kumrah and Shruti Vyas try to make the most of the poorly crafted scenes and imperfect dialogue. Aahana, shows promise and maybe we will get to see her in a better film in the near future.

Makarand’s sense of humor, like him, appears in the film for brief moments. For instance, Babaji (Naseer) is said to have settled in Seattle because people are ‘Sleepless In Seattle’. But apart from that, the film is a superficial commentary on life as we know it, in a way that is seen in cheap pop-psychological stories and pretentious college plays.


Rating - 1.5 out of 5