Showing posts with label Sridevi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sridevi. Show all posts

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

You don't know what you have got until it's gone!

Mom (Hindi; 2017)

Legend has it that a swan gives a melodious song before its demise. Even though this fact has been disproved scientifically, somehow the romantic imagery of a female swan, a pen, rendering her last vocalisation before her final breath sounds poetic enough.

Sridevi, in her swansong, gives a sterling performance here in the role of a scorned mother. She yearns for the approval of her late teenage stepdaughter to accept her as 'Mom' whilst struggling to find justice to punish her daughter's rapists.


Even though the storyline is riddled with holes and is relatively predictable, it is compensated by the excellent acting shown by Sridevi. There are many non-verbal cues that are pivotal in any good filmmaking; here it is in abundance. The director manages to keep the audience glued to the edge of their seats with suspense.

DK, the interesting private investigator who 
provides some light comic relief.

Another character, DK (Nawazuddin Siddiqui), who assumes the role of a private eye, is an interesting one. Appearing weird in his 'soda glass' oversized spectacles, prominent frontal balding and a thick occipital lock of scalp hair, he gave the persona of a shady character. It turns out that he himself carries a heavy burden and genuinely wanted to help.

Is it not funny? Over the years, I have viewed many of Sridevi's movies. In most of them, save some of the Tamil ones, I thought of her as a glamour actor who cashed in on her youth,  external attraction and dancing prowess to bowl audience over. Only after her demise, in this film, do I see her in an entirely different light. Her depiction of a grieving mother is so surreal. I have seen enough in my lifetime to appreciate one.



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Tuesday, 1 May 2018

It is about self respect!

English Vinglish (2012)


The story reminds me of one of Gandhi's prophetic words. Be the change you want the world to be. Rather than demanding for the respect that you think you deserve and being all uptight about it, it makes more sense to earn it the hard but formidable old-fashioned way - you develop it and let the world decide whether you deserve that admiration.

Gone are the days when, by virtue of birth and social standing, one can garner unquestioned loyalty and esteem. In real life, the weaker ones in society are just trampled upon and ridiculed to falsely give the aggressors their own self-worth.

I think this quintessentially Indian message is subtly inserted into the story of a timid Bombay housewife who gets the opportunity to visit the Big Apple for her niece's wedding.

Doing all the chores that are expected of her as a mother, wife and a doting daughter-in-law, she ignores the abuses and ridicules hurled at her, in her face and behind her back, for her lack in proficiency in the English Language.

As fate has it, she lands in New York alone. An ugly incident at a café makes her secretly enrol in an English class. The rest of the film is her adventure with her classmates in a somewhat knock-off classroom of 'Mind Your Language' with a dedicated teacher in the vein of Mr Brown. Predictably, in the end, in the typical fashion of Bollywood, amidst the trials and tribulations with an Indian wedding in the backdrop, she impresses her family with self-confidence and an impromptu speech in English.



Sridevi, who is dubbed as the Indian Meryl Streep and the female Rajnikanth in Japan, makes a comeback to the silver screen after a 15-year hiatus in this morale-boosting flick. The rush to learn English, especially amongst girls, apparently skyrocketed after this film. This film was nominated for the Academy Award under the Best Foreign Language Film category.

In a scene in which the protagonist is hackled for her heavily accented pronunciation of the word 'jazz' which sounded like 'jhaaz', I was reminded of a moment with my daughter. Always a stickler for the idea that a foreign word should be pronounced like the native speakers do, she goes to great lengths to correct her family members' intonation. [Parmesson ~ paːmɪˈzan; Crème brûlée ~krɛM bruːˈleɪ]. In her mind, having more than one way to pronounce a word is a mortal sin.

The message in this offering can be a wake-up call to a certain population in this country who constantly wash dirty linen in public and blame all their social woes to their political leaders' action and inactions. We make the man we want to be. It may be easy for abled bodies like us to preach, but then, nothing in this world is nearly as impossible. People have climbed Everest with artificial limbs! Need I say more?

Memorable quote:

“When a man cooks, it’s an art. When a woman cooks, it’s just her duty.”

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Sunday, 25 February 2018

On the passing of Sri Devi...

http://www.riflerangeboy.com/2012/07/12-year-old-my-stepmum.html

A 12-year-old, my stepmom? 

Moondru Mudichu (3 Knots, Tamil; 1976)


Before fame and ego took over the best of them, Kamalhasan and Rajnikanth used to act together in many memorable films. Of hand, comes to mind are Avargal, Aval Appadithaan and Apoorva Raagangal.
Sridevi's debut as heroine at the age of 12+
Child abuse or what?

In that vein, Moondru Mudichi showcases sterling performances by this duo and another talented actress from the south, Sridevi, a debutante then as a heroine at the age of 12+ (born 1963).

Kamalhasan and Rajnikanth are soul mates and roommates. Kamalhasan falls in love with a college student Sridevi, but the chain-smoking devious Rajni has both his eyes fixated on the lass and has no qualms expressing his desires to her behind his back.

During a boat outing, Rajni lets Kamal drown after he fell overboard in full view of Sridevi. During police interrogation, he denies knowing to swim although he was a strong swimmer.
Disappointed, she leaves town to work as a nanny to a widower with kids. As fate has it in a typical Tamil movie, Rajni is the eldest son of the widower. Rajni tries to woo Sridevi again. As revenge, Sridevi marries his father and becomes Rajni's stepmother. Rajni gives an outstanding performance as a mean chain smoking villain complete with his trademark cigarette tricks. Tit for tat continues further with the arrival of a girl whom Rajni impregnated and absconded.
Smelling a rat, his father stages a near drowning scenario, and one thing leads to another, and everything is sorted out.

As usual K. Balachander who is known to belt out stories with extraordinary socially awkward themes and he does the same here. Rarely you see a lover turning to be a stepmother! Indeed Rajni came out tops here with his meatier and challenging role. The film was shot in black and white as the director felt it brings out the artistic sense of a story!

An excellent nostalgic flick that brings old memories of RRF as the songs from this movie used to be heard over the airwaves quite so often, no thanks to Iyer of Block D! We also had a radio cartridge player with this song in our family car Austin Mini. We heard this song, again and again, all the way to Kuala Lumpur in 1977.


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