Good Night | Good Morning.

Anyone who reads the Hindu will know that Sudhish Kamath is not one of their best writers. But the guy sure has a sense of humour. That’s why his reviews were more readable than that of Malathi Rangarajan or anyone else. But I think over time, his humour became quite repetitive and more bitter than funny.

For someone who writes such bitter reviews about movies, its only fair for any reader to expect him to make a sensible movie, whenever he makes one.

I sure was curious to watch his ‘That 4 letter word’ when it released. It still remains one of those few movies which I couldn’t finish. So when the Mumbai film festival was screening his new movie, I was half curious and half skeptical. But then, I sure did like the promos of his ‘Good Night | Good Morning’. Black & White cinematography, conversations, promising actors, and a movie title inspired from ‘Some like it hot’, I quite couldn’t not want to watch the movie.

So I convince my friend that this could be a promising movie (there were 4 other movies being parallely screened in the same slot) and we rush to the screen showing ‘Good Night | Good Morning’.

The movie fairly starts well. The conversations for a while, seemed as promised in the promos. Funny and realistic.

But very soon, the movie disintegrates to extremely random, boring conversations.

And no, jokes about breasts, sex and vagina aren’t funny anymore. It probably could work with early teen kids. But even those at their late teens wont bother to chuckle.

Mr. Raja Sen. What have you done? I mean, really? All the respect that you gathered over the years on Rediff and Mumbai Mirror, well, quite down the gutter. Everyone thinks atleast twice before taking a man with poor judgement seriously. I hope you understand what this movie has done to your columns. What made you act in this movie? And in such a bland, weird role? You could be offering free advice to producers, writers and directors. But seriously, it looks like you need some help too.

But I shouldn’t take away the better things from the movie too. The protagonists had done a very good job. The rest of the actors, other than Raja Sen, don’t have a significant role to deserve a mention. The camera work was good. For a small budget independent movie, the cinematography made the movie look really good, if one can excuse those few scenes in multicolour.

And yes, the movie is sure a brave attempt. The split screen concept coupled with a long telephone conversation is sure an interesting, innovative idea. Its also an intelligent idea, particularly because it enables the film maker to shoot the movie at a small budget, without making it look cheap.

I liked the music used too.

But then, but then, only if the writing was any good. Poor writing in a conversation movie only makes things worse. At the end of the movie, I felt quite let down. Kamath quite misses his second chance as well.

Maybe if he tried circulating his script in non-friends or non-early teens circle, for a more objective opinion.

And no, the movie doesn’t change anyone’s life overnight as the promos claim. Atleast not the film maker’s.

Ps: One feels a little furiated when the film maker loosely drops Richard Linklater’s works in connection to his own movie in interviews. Please Kamath, you could avoid that. You are only inviting more wrath by saying that.

Running in the head.

Iravum alladha,
Pagazhul alladha,
Pozhudhugal unnodu kaliyuma?

Karaigal andadha
Kaatrum theendadha
Manadhirkul eppodhu nuzhaindhitai?

Udalum alladha
Uruvam kolladha
Kadavulai pol vandhu kalandhitai!

Warm up post.

Its been bloody long since I wrote something here.

Just few random things for now.

1. ‘Inception’ was a good movie. But it sure doesn’t deserve all those superlative praise people have been showering on it in Facebook or other parts of the web. The issue with the movie is that it is engaging but certainly no way equally entertaining. It keeps you occupied with the dreams within dreams, but at the end, you feel more tired than rewarded. Its no way a masterpiece, trust me. We should all just watch more movies.

2. I watched Magnolia today. One of those late catching up. But am glad I did. The movie was so fucking brilliant.

3. I think the general Tamil music standard has fallen badly these days. I have been searching desperately for old Tamil music on Youtube all the time, to keep it going. Was listening to ‘Kadhal’ soundtrack. How original and beautiful. One wonders where the music director disappeared.

4. ‘Ravanan’ was a bad movie. And such a disappointment. ‘Raavan’ was even worse. Maniratnam is losing it, it looks like. It was surprising that such a cinematic genius didnt realise he was making a very bad movie. And he should really keep Suhasini away from his movies. He already has made a favour by marrying her and should stop things there. Her dialogues for the Tamil version were so pathetic.

Talking of Suhasini, I think the woman should grow up. In that Hasini show in Jaya TV, she drops so many World Cinema titles/filmmaker names, as if to desperately justify and display her knowledge. How will mentioning about ‘Day for Night’ by Truffaut enlighten the Tamil audience of the show in Madurai. Really?

4. I went to Ladakh this month. But I think I will write an independent post about it.

5. ‘Departures’ was such a beautiful movie. Extremely poignant and so emotionally overwhelming. I think its the bestest movie I have watched in recent times. It was so beautiful how the lead character finds destiny, peace and happiness in life. Very very touching.

6. Jet Airways are so lousy. I took this flight from Leh to Delhi sometime last week. I was happy to figure that they had better movies and shows in their entertainment unit, than King Fisher or anyone else. Began watching ‘The Ghost writer’ and was completely glad that the movie seemed promising. But 30 minutes or less into the movie, the airhostess asked for my headphones back saying that the plane is going to land. Such a bitch. Why wouldnt they let the passengers keep the headphones till the end of the journey. And then the plane did not even land right away. It was only after another 50 minutes did it land. Are they going to be so desperate with the headphones? Fuckers.

But then. I came home and downloaded ‘The Ghost Writer’ the same day. Only to realise that it is Polanski’s latest. Explains why it was kick ass.

I should make rice and eat it with bhindi fry now. So, later.

Err.

Looks like am either suffocated of people or feeling lonely.

Whatever Works, Not!

The recipe for a good Allen movie is his wit, a really charming, likable actress and Allen himself.

(Of course it helps the movie if Allen is already sleeping with the lead actress/es. Or else, he tries too hard. Like that movie ‘Scoop’. Scarlett Johansson called him ‘Papa’, am sure)

So yes, this movie scores just 1 out of 3.

Whatever works is not really a bad movie. But then, Larry is quite a useless substitute for Allen. Allen is loved because in spite of his cynicism, he still communicates some hope. But Larry spits so much bitterness, he makes it difficult for the audience to like him. And when we don’t like the actor, his ramblings about death or other weird quirkiness only become an irritant.

And the actresses, forget it. They are no match to Urban Keaton or the delicate Mia.

But then. But then. In spite of the flaws, the movie does have several ‘Allen is a bloody genius’ moments. Particularly, the lines towards the end of the film.

Boris Yellnikoff: [to audience] I happen to hate New Year’s celebrations. Everybody desperate to have fun. Trying to celebrate in some pathetic little way. Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave? That’s why I can’t say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works. And don’t kid yourself. Because its by no means up to your own human ingenuity. A bigger part of your existence is luck, than you’d like to admit. Christ, you know the odds of your fathers one sperm from the billions, finding the single egg that made you. Don’t think about it, you’ll have a panic attack.
Melodie St. Ann Celestine: Boris, what are you doing? Who’re you talking to?
Boris Yellnikoff: What? There’s people out there watching us!
Helena: What?
Marietta: Out there?
Boris Yellnikoff: Yeah, they’re watching… well, there was when we started. I don’t know how many are left.
Melodie St. Ann Celestine: Does anybody see anybody out there?
Marietta: Out there? No!
Melodie St. Ann Celestine: Oh Boris…
Boris Yellnikoff: [to audience] See? I’m the only one that sees the whole picture. That’s what they mean by genius.

Allen is a Genius, I tell you.

Ps: Oh. But wait. Had Scarlett Johansson actually called him ‘Papa’ for real, wouldn’t that have made matters worse.

A little dope on Tamil music.

Its been fairly a dry season. Not many of them compose pleasant Tamil music these days.

Thats why ‘Naan Pogiren’ from Naanayam is such relief. The song is not really out of the ordinary. But still has the pleasantness of Urban Illayaraaja or the early Rahman. And ofcourse it is always a delight to listen to SPB and Chitra. What a voice the man has still. Though the lyrics arent anything to write about.

But then hey, ‘Karigalan’ from Vettaikaran has absolutely interesting lyrics. The metaphors and the repartees are so kick ass. Some of them may not even make sense, but still, the way they sound is totally likable. And the female singer has such an amusing voice. Well, of course, when they film it on Vijay, he will make it a disaster. So before that, make the best and listen to the song.

‘Thallakulam’ from Reningunta is some shit song. But Simbu’s vocals (yes!) has quite given it some violent raw energy. The lyrics are quite abusive in nature. If you can put up with that, the song is worth a few listenings, I guess.

Love at first sight.

Thanks to the recent Fab India visits. I am thoroughly convinced that I shall pick furniture only from Fab India. How subtle and contemporary.

Tamil. Pleasantness.

Yedho ondru ennai eerka,
Mookin nuni marmam serka.

Yennodu vaa veedu varaikkum,
Yen veetai paar yennai pidikkum.

[Nenjukul Peindhidum, Vaaranam Aayiram]

How Theobroma fails with my mom.

1. Brownies: Rajesh, idhu, ennapa. Idhellam yaaru saapiduvanga (What is this. Who eats these btw?)

2. Lemon Blueberry Cake: Aiyayo. Idhu kettu pocha enna? (Oh. Damn. Is this spoilt or what?)

3. Chicken Pasty: Oh. Idhu ingaye kedaikumae (Oh. I get these stuff in Chennai.)

4. Chicken Croissant: Idha appadiye saapidalama? (Is it alright to eat it like that or should I do something to it before eating?)

5. Pain Aux Raisins: Idhu yen ippadi irruku? (Why is it like this?)

She had more such punchlines. Will try to recollect.

Conversations.

A boring conversationalist being compulsively talkative is such a depressing thing to be.

I wonder how one copes.