Showing posts with label ramleela. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ramleela. Show all posts

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Stop! In the name of love...

Ram-Leela a.k.a. Goliyon Ki Raasleela (Play of Bullets, Hindi; 2013)

In my book of review and Rotten Tomatoes, this film would fall somewhere between decaying fly-infested flavanoids lost tomato and a maggot-infested putrefying one.

A century ago, when the sub-continent was experimenting with the silver screen, it chose 'Raja Harishchandra' from its vast reservoir of traditional folklore. In time, the story of love took many turns and U-turns to depict love in innumerable possibilities. Occasionally, new formulas would produce many copy cat follow-ups with the same storyline but different settings. Mostly, the films would end depicting poetic justice, satisfying society's beliefs, traditions, and fragile society structures.
Maybe I am a sucker for a good storyline and unexpected twists. Hence, when the credits rolled in to announce that the story was based on 'Romeo and Juliet', I was tad disappointed.

In a flash, the whole story flashed in front of me. We all know the story of Shakespeare's momento of undying love which ended in tragedy. So, it was... the story of two promiscuous teens dancing around the streets in the fashion of a musical in various degrees of dressing and undressing, finding 'love at first sight' type of forbidden love, in tumultuous times, with 'over-my-dead-body' type of opposition from either party ending with untimely death with the love-struck couple leaving the world to live happily on the other side.

Exposing a sculptured body is Indian Culture.
Bodybuilding started here.
The movie's saving grace would be the well-choreographed dances set against the picturesque backdrop of Rajasthan with the kaleidoscopic gaudy crimson and dark green combination clothing with rhythmic, repetitive gyration of body parts. Suppose you think Tamil movies over glorify violence where the most the petite of beau brandishes a samurai sword (e.g. Trisha in Tirupachi). In that case, their counterparts dance jubilantly emptying the contents of their Kalashnikov assault rifles in the air as they danced in the name of the Gods and Indian culture! 

People who decide to tour Rajasthan after viewing this film hoping to find pretty oversexed deep cleavaged abdomen revealing ever dancing lasses with faces like Deepika Padukone in the deserts of Rajasthan may be in for a shock. Maybe not the protective patriarchal guardians who have no reservations about honour killing! 

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”*