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Friday, February 29, 2008

Don

Release Year: 2006
Country: India
Starring: Shahrukh Khan, Priyanka Chopra, Arjun Rampal, Isha Koppikar, Boman Irani, Om Puri, Pavan Malhotra, Rajesh Khattar, Tanay Chheda, Kareena Kapoor, Chunky Pandey, Sushma Reddy, Diwakar Pundir, Sandrine Verrier, Sidhart Jyoti.
Writer: Farhan Akhtar
Director: Farhan Akhtar
Cinematographer: Mohanan
Music: Shankar Mahadevan, Loy Mendonsa, Ehsaan Noorani
Producer: Farhan Akhtar and Ritesh Sidhwani
Availability: Buy it from India Weekly.


Back in 1998 or so, the Amitabh Bachchan blockbuster Don became the first Bollywood film I ever watched. Or rather, that I ever really watched. Before that, I watched a Ramsay Brothers horror film called Haveli, but it was an nth generation dupe with no subtitles, frequent commercial breaks, and scrolling banner ads on the top and bottom of the picture -- and occasionally through the middle of the screen as well. So I don't think that actually counts. But at some point in 1998, I purchased a DVD copy of Don, knowing very little about the film other than the fact that the theme song, which I'd heard on the "Bombay the Hard Way" compilation, was pretty bad-ass. To say that my mind was blown after viewing it would be something of an understatement. Although technically crude in spots, there was no denying the film's immense charm and unadulterated joy de vivre. Bollywood cinema is certainly as commercial and financially driven as Hollywood, but the desire to make sure the audience has one hell of a good time is so infused into every frame that one can't help but fall in love with an industry product which, while probably no less focus grouped and cynical behind the scenes, is just so full of good natured energy and spirit -- not to mention so full of scenes of a jeury-curl sporting Pran doing backflips, kungfu kicks, and various feats of tightrope walking prowess.

With Don as the impetus, I began my fruitful and only very rarely disappointing relationship with Indian cinema. Movies came and went, and I learned more and more about the action stars, past and present, that Bollywood had to offer -- Dharmendra and his son Sonny Deol, the mighty Mithun, and the suave old school guys like Dev Anand and Shammi Kapoor when he was all thin and hot and sporting his pencil thin mustache -- but as much as I liked all these guys, and as much as I liked many of their films, Don and Amitabh remained at the top of the heap. Don was my first Bollywood crush, so to speak, and you always have a soft spot for your first.


Not that celebrating Amitabh Bachchan is anything unusual. He was, after all, the single biggest star in Bollywood for decades, revolutionizing the type of cinema the industry produced and bringing the harder edged, grittier style of 70s era American filmmaking and anti-heroes to India. And he could dance. His now-famous and much referred to "angry young man" -- a character archetype he pioneered in films like Deewar and Zanjeer and continued to inhabit well into the 80s, and a little bit after that, when he was too old to be an "angry young man" -- took the streetwise edge of an anti-authoritarian Sam Peckinpah hero and mixed it with the smooth dance moves of John Travolta. The character tapped into something previously only flirted with by stars like Shammi Kapoor, and Indian audiences flocked to Amitabh and his films, elevating him far beyond the mantle of mere "movie star" into something wholly greater and largely unique to India.

Of course, nothing gold can stay, and Amitabh wasn't going to be able to play the angry young man forever, though he was game to try for as long as he could. A series of personal and professional setbacks, including a disastrous run in politics and a financially ruinous gamble on a production and broadcast studio -- tarnished Amitabh's record somewhat, causing him to slum it in some crap films for a while in order to rebuild his empire. But rebuild he did, and while he's not above taking the occasional crap role for a boatload of cash (the man was in Boom, for crying out loud), he has settled comfortably into the role of dashing elder statesman and head of a dynasty that includes his fabulously popular son Abhishek and Abhishek's famously gorgeous superstar wife, Aishwarya Rai.

But there was another.


In the 1990s, when Amitabh's star was in decline and Sonny Deol was busy single-handedly defeating the entire Pakistani nation, action films gave way to romantic comedies and dramas as the preferred style of movie. Even Sonny had to take time out from punching out terrorists in order to make a few romantic movies. But the man who emerged during the latter half of that decade as the undisputed king of Bollywood was a guy named Shahrukh Khan.

Khan has the same dark, smoldering style of good looks that allowed Amitabh to make women swoon, but he also had an impish charm that Amitabh was occasionally capable of but hardly defined by. Khan had the smirk and the cocked eyebrow that could magically make a woman slink out of her clothes or spontaneously dance in the rain, depending on Shahrukh's whim at that particular moment. And like Amitabh, Shahrukh wasn't afraid to take on risky or controversial roles, perhaps best exemplified by his turn as an obsessed journalist in 1998's terrorist drama Dil Se. Although Amitabh had ushered in an era in which it was possible for the hero to die at the end (rare in Bollywood cinema, which treasured the happy ending), that had gone out of style by the 90s. But Shahrukh wasn't afraid to try and bring it back, along with films that delivered spectacle and entertainment with a heavy dose of politics and social rumination.


I admit that I was late to the Shahrukh game. Romantic comedies have never been my thing, so for years I explored Bollywood film without ever coming into contact with Shahrukh or even being aware of how famous he was. Several years ago, I finally watched Dil Se, and while it is a problematic film in some respects, I was never the less blown away by the film itself -- but not by Shahrukh, who turns in a credible if somewhat unsympathetic performance for most of the film before going all Jackie Cheung over the top at the end in a bit that was supposed to be highly emotional and tense but never quite succeeded for me. I had a few other Shahrukh films in my collection, though -- an ancient world epic called Asoka and a film called Karan Arjun, which I bought for no other reason than I read a review that said nothing more than, "Horrifically violent." I ended up going with Asoka, because I sure do love sweeping costumed epics -- that's my style of romance film -- and it had been directed by the cinematographer Santosh Sivan, who had turned Dil Se into one of the most sumptuously shot films I'd ever seen. As I wrote in the review, it was during Asoka that I "got" Shahrukh.

I still don't keep up with current Bollywood news very astutely. I tend to watch older movies, anyway, and new movies that I might be interested in I learn about through reviews (usually bad). However, I did pick up that Shahrukh Khan -- reigning king of Bollywood -- had a bit of a tiff with Amitabh, who wasn't entirely ready to turn over the throne. I'm sure both guys get tired of one being compared to the other, and I understand Amitabh feeling threatened by the young lion, just as Shahrukh is probably desperate to emerge from the long shadow Amitabh casts. At first, it would seem that remaking one of Amitabh's most famous films wouldn't really be a step in the right direction.


When I found out Shahrukh was remaking Don, I was ambivalent but not offended the way some people were (and always are by remakes of famous films). And it seemed like a canny move by Shahrukh to star as the titular king of the underworld and his good-natured doppelganger. Because this Don would be different but the same -- or is it the same but different? Anyway, it would pay homage to Amitabh but also highlight the ways in which Shahrukh -- and modern Indian cinema -- was different from Amitabh and his classic film. It may seem a convoluted conclusion for me to draw, but this is Bollywood, and Bollywood plots are nothing if not convoluted.

Shahrukh Khan plays very close to the plot of the first film for abut half its running time. Khan stars as Don, relocated for this version of the story from Bombay to Kuala Lampur. Don is a major player in the India- Kuala Lampur criminal underworld, but he's chafing under the command of men he sees as less intelligent, less capable, and less ambitious than himself. Unfortunately, his drive to excel brings him to the attention of Interpol, who want to take down Don as a way of toppling the entire criminal organization for which he works. Teaming up to bring down Shahrukh Don are Interpol inspector Vishal (played by venerable Indian film icon Om Puri (last seen in these parts coaching Mithun on to superstardom in Disco Dancer), and Indian DCP DeSilva (Boman Irani). But The Man isn't Don's only concern. After offing a lieutenant of his who was hoping to escape with his girlfriend (Kareena Kapoor, in a cameo and filling the role Helen tackled in the original) from Don, then offing the girl as well, her vengeful kungfu-powered sister, Roma (Priyanka Chopra, last mentioned on Teleport City in the review of Asambhav and here attempting to fill the role originated by Zeenat Aman), has decided to kill Don -- or die trying -- by infiltrating his gang.


Don's ambition eventually gets the better of him, as a drug deal gone bad gets busted up by the cops. Allow to pause here to ask, as I have perhaps asked before, how does any business ever get conducted in the criminal underworld if every single deal is a double cross of the, "No I don't think we'll pay you" variety? I mean, we see Shahrukh Don involved in two deals in this movie, and both of them are betrayals. And how many times have we seen similar betrayals in other action films? One dare not even think about it. So how can you get anything done if everyone is always taking the suitcase full of cash or drugs, but then pulling out a gun instead of turning over the other suitcase full of drugs or cash? Just once, a movie should feature two gangs standing face to face. The leader of the one gang slides over a suitcase full of coke. The other side inspects it, then slides over a suitcase full of cash. After that is inspected, both of them say their goodbyes and go their separate ways, looking forward to doing business with each other again.

Anyway, Don's drug deal gone wrong, which includes the famous exploding briefcase from the beginning of the original Don, leads to a chase with the cops, which in turn leads to Don being mortally wounded. However, the only person who is aware of Don's situation is the DCP, and he just happens to have once met a street performer with a heart of gold and uncanny resemblance to the dying criminal mastermind...


And it is here that the remake begins to toy with expectations and the plot of the original. The basics are the same. Don's happy-go-lucky look-alike, Vijay (also Khan), is enlisted by the DCP -- without anyone else's knowledge, lest there be a security leak -- to masquerade as Don and collect evidence against the upper echelon of the crime organization. Vijay reluctantly agrees, with DeSilva offering to make sure the orphan boy for which Vijay cares gets a proper education. Needless to say, things are complicated for Vijay. The police don't know he's not Don, so they are still trying to kill or capture him. Roma doesn't know he's not Don, so she's still plotting to assassinate him. And Don's own men waver between belief and suspicion. All these complications were present in the original film, but the remake throws a couple more on for good measure.

At this point, I think I'm going to dispense with comparisons to the original, as they are largely pointless, in my opinion. So know that I loved the original. I also loved the remake, though it is a very different type of film, less gritty crime drama and more slick jet-setting adventure. Shahrukh Khan is better in the role of Vijay as Don than as Don himself, but he's excellent all the way around. He also proves that he is a proud member of that exclusive club of men who can successfully pull off outfits that would look utterly absurd on any other man. This club was practically founded by Fred Astaire, and it currently includes David Beckham, Brad Pitt, and of course, Shahrukh Khan. For much of the film, Don alternates between more modern dress -- slick slim-cut suits, hooded sweatshirts, and so on -- and an array of garish polyester (actually, probably silk) shirts from the "Amitabh '78" collection (buy it in the spring 1978 International Male catalog). But the crowning achievement is the innovation of the "inner tie," a brightly colored tie worn around one's bare neck rather than around the shirt collar, and then tucked into the shirt itself at the neck (or, if you have a chest like Shahrukh, a couple inches down from the neck, where you finally get around to fastening some buttons). I know, I know! It sounds absolutely ludicrous, and it is. Go on, try it. I did. See? You look like an idiot, don't you? But look at Shahrukh Don. That's right -- it looks awesome on him. How is this possible? We mere mortal men will probably never know.


Don's look is, of course, just one part of the overall art design of the film, meant to give everything an ultra high-tech, bad-ass, modern sheen. And it really works. This is one cool movie. Relocating the film from Bombay to Kuala Lampur allows Don to take full advantage of Kuala Lampur's glass high rises and excessive luxuries. And unlike many films that strive for a similar style, Don doesn't necessarily have to turn a blind eye to substance as a trade-off.

Much of that substance comes from an unlikely place. When last we saw Arjun Rampal here, we were making fun of what a bad actor he was in Asambhav. When I learned that he was the one cast to reprise Pran's role as the unfortunate father of the child Vijay eventually discovers and adopts, I was ready to write that whole portion of the film off. Surprisingly, though, Arjun turns in one hell of a performance as a computer security expert (or so they claim -- anyone who is actually involved in any degree of computer security will be amused and appalled by what passes for computer security) who is forced to commit robbery and, as a result, get busted by the cops, crippled by a bullet in the leg, loses his wife when she is murdered as retribution for the botched robbery, and loses his son, who escapes murder but vanishes (to be adopted, of course, by Vijay). Rampal brings a fierce intensity to the role of which I didn't know he was capable. Sure, I miss his character being a jeury curled ugly guy with a talent for circus performing, but I can always get that from the old film.

Priyanka Chopra, another Asambhav alumni, fares slightly less better trying to fill the shoes of Roma. She's perfectly acceptable but ultimately unmemorable when matched up against the always superb Shahrukh and the surprisingly intense Rampal. Her character just seems to lack vitality, an although I said I wasn't going to invoke the original, I have to say that a large part of the problem is that she's taking on a role that was revolutionary in the 70s and originally filled by a revolutionary actress in Zeenat Aman. Zeenat made me believe. Priyanka doesn't, though I will admit that she looks great, acts well, and has a few decent action scenes. I really like her and I think she makes a good action heroine, but as is often the case both in Bollywood and throughout the world, the script doesn't seem to have a clear idea of what to do with her. The biggest problem with her role here is that this is Shahrukh's movie, and trying to outshine Don Khan is strictly a mission asambhav. Balancing out the female end of things is Isha Koppikar as Don's main moll, Anita. She's absolutely perfect for the part, and unfortunately,t he movie has even less for her to do than it does Priyanka. A real shame, because she burns up the screen even with the little she's given to do.


I didn't know a whole lot about Boman Irani before this movie, and I guess I still don't know much about him other than he bears an uncanny and slightly disturbing resemblance to Richard Kind -- you know, if Richard Kind shot people. Anyway, the role of DeSilva gives him plenty to do, and he does plenty with it. The rest of the cast rounds things out nicely, with pretty much everyone turning in a solid performance.

As with many modern films, Don packs a few too many herky jerky editing tricks and CGI-powered camera hijinks into its running time than a film probably should. It doesn't reach Asambhav levels of abuse, but you better be prepared for writer-director Farhan Akhtar to rely heavily on split screens, slow motion, CGI vehicle stunts and explosions, rapid fire jump cuts, and that thing where guys walk in slow motion to techno music, then the film suddenly speeds up for like two seconds, then it all goes into slow motion again. Despite those indulgences though, which it seems like we're just going to have to put up with since every goddamn country in the world seems to employ them now, Akhtar's direction is surprisingly sure-handed for so inexperienced a director. I don't know how a guy with so few credits to his name managed to land a directing gig of this magnitude, but he doesn't let the film down. Both his direction and his script are snappy and exciting. The cinematography by K.U. Mohanan is also top notch -- not Christopher Doyle or Santosh Sivan good, but very stylish, taking full advantage of Kuala Lampur's glittering towers, modernist interiors, and gorgeous beaches. Although also possessed of few major credits, he successfully gives this movie the super-hip, super-slick appearance it needs.


The music is neither here nor there and is comprised primarily of generic action film techno and electronic music. The musical numbers are largely forgettable, though Kareena Kapoor's recreation of the famous Helen scene from the original serves primarily to remind us why Helen was such a national treasure. I don't know exactly what goes wrong in that scene, because I love sexy women doing sexy dancing, but I spent most of that number entranced by Shahrukh's inner tie.

I didn't have terribly high expectations going into this film, but I did have expectations. I am happy to say that Don far exceeded what I expected from it. I really liked this movie a lot. It's fast paced, super cool, emotionally engaging, and manages to work as a remake, homage, and re-imagining without ever losing the spirit of the original. I don't see any reason one couldn't easily be a fan of both the original and the remake. Given my druthers, I would have introduced Vijay earlier, rather than spring him all of sudden into the film with minimal explanation, but that's a small quibble at best. I don't know what the eventual outcome of the Amitabh-versus-Shahrukh rivalry will be, and I don't really care. I'd be happy to hang out with or accept sartorial advice from either man.

Of course, this would probably result in me wearing an inner tie with a jacket covered in flashing disco lights, so perhaps I'm best off as I am, a peon basking in the majesty of the Don and the Khan.

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Monday, February 20, 2006

Asambhav

2004, India. Starring Arjun Rampal, Priyanka Chopra, Naseeruddin Shah, Sharat Saxena, Milind Gunaji, Mohan Agashe, Mukesh Rishi, Tej Sapru, Chetan Hansraj, Tom Alter, Arif Zakaria. Directed by Rajiv Rai.

Here at Teleport City, we are not exactly what you would call experts on Bollywood. In fact, with only a few recent films, a passle of actioners from the seventies starring Amitabh Bachchan, and a couple insane Ramsay Brothers horror films from the eighties under our cinematic belts, we're still more or less neophytes lost amid the swirling colors and opulent song and dance numbers. But that doesn't mean we haven't done our theoretical research, read up on the subject, marveled at the number of academic books that have been written in English on the Indian film industry, and gasped at how few non-academic, popular entertainment books have been written about a cinema that considers popular appeal so vastly important. In short, we've done some homework, but we're not yet at the stage where we cease to be dazzled by the simple display of vibrant color, overblown spectacle, and writhing, scantily clad Bollywood beauties.

Originally, the term Bollywood referred to a very specific, albeit large, category of film, that being commercial pop movies made in Bombay (Mumbai if you're nasty) and filmed in the Hindi language. The term has lost much of it's original selectiveness, however, and is now often applied to any film from India, be it arthouse or popular, be it filmed in Hindi, Tamil, Bengalese, or what have you. In a weird way, this is almost appropriate. Though India is a vastly diverse country with equally diverse cultures reflected in regional cinema, the overarching goal of the original Bollywood films was to create sort of an "uber-India," where the various cultures and people came together and existed in a quasi-real or completely fantastic India. So it is no big surprise that the term now refers to pretty much anything that comes from the Indian sub-continent.

While we may not be seasoned veterans of the Bollywood scene the way we are with old Hong Kong films or the collected works of Bruno Mattei (my goal is to make a Bruno Mattei joke in every single thing I ever write, from this moment on), and while I myself may at least still be swayed toward enjoyment by the bright colors and pageantry of a Bollywood production, that doesn't mean I'm completely blind to a film that takes missteps. Case in point: Rajiv Rai's high-tech terrorist thriller, Asambhav. It's been said that in an effort to appeal to as massive a population as possible, the average Hindi film tries to cram every film genre into a single movie. Asambhav is the rare entry that maintains a relatively narrow thematic focus -- this is an action film, stripped of the romantic comedy and estranged mother that appear in almost every other film, be they action or horror or whatever -- but it makes up for its lack of schizophrenic genre-hopping by trying to cram every single editing and camera trick from the last ten years into one film, and often into one scene, and occasionally into a single shot. The result is a dizzying nightmare of over-direction that turns an otherwise average action film into a complete wreck that could almost amuse you if it wasn't so busy inducing seizures.

Arjun Rampal plays Aadit Arya, super-duper Army commando and part-time international spy. When evil Kashmiri Muslims hatch a scheme to kidnap the President of India while he is in Switzerland, it's up to Arya, and for some reason only Arya, to foil the dastardly scheme. You might think that the kidnapping of a country's president would inspire a slightly more forceful reaction and better security, but I guess the security here is orchestrated by the same people who arranged the security for the transport of weapons-grade plutonium in James Glickenhaus' The Soldier. And I also thought the whole evil Pakistani/Kashmiri Muslim thing was played out in Indian cinema a few years ago. Didn't Sonny Deol single-handedly defeat the entire Pakistani army and all radical Muslim terrorists groups simply by staring at them in an intense fashion with a flag waving behind him in slow motion? Years after the fact, however, Rai returns to that seemingly eternal well, though frankly, the whole Kashmiri/Pakistani thing is really little more than window dressing by this point. It doesn't feel like the movie's heart is really into it, not like it was in Border or Maa Tuj Salaam, which if I'm not mistaken, actually had evil Pakistanis twirling their moustaches and relishing the thought of blowing up Indian women and children. Now there was some jingoistic idiocy you could really get behind. Trotting out the evil Pakistanis again, especially during a ceasefire, is sort of like if John Milius had just gotten around to making Red Dawn this year. I mean, it's not like tensions have dissipated, but the timing just seems way off.

But it doesn't really matter, because this film really has nothing to do with politics. It is even less informative about Indian-Pakistani-Kashmiri conflicts than the glut of "dastardly Pakistani" films that came out in the late nineties and early part of this decade. I reckon they assume you pretty much got the gist of things at this point, so they throw the Kashmiri terrorists in as a way to get the ball rolling without having to explain motivation.

In Switzerland, Arya poses as a reporter and meets the obligatory hot female pop star, Alisha (Priyanka Chopra). Since this is a Bollywood film, we can't have just one plot. So Alisha is the unwitting drug mule for slick Switzerland-based Indian criminal Sam Hans (Naseeruddin Shah, who steals the film, though that's no big feat considering the rest of the cast), who works with her handlers to hide the drugs inside musical instruments. Having Alisha in the movie means that we now have our excuse for gratuitous musical numbers, though in all honesty, they're pretty tame by comparison to many musical numbers. Most of them are just passed off as club performances or video shoots, which is kind of weak even if it is more "realistic." None of the songs are all that catchy, and the choreography is pretty listless. In an effort to add to the realism, we frequently cut from people who do look hot and are able to dance to people who don't and can't. Seeing big hulking gangster henchmen beaming big, goofy smiles and doing that "I can't really dance" dance is pretty funny, though.

Eventually, we learn that Sam is involved with the terrorists who kidnap the president, but he's hardly in the scheme for political reasons. And since he's the coolest character in the film, you can also figure that he'll be the one with ulterior motives and depth of character that allow for the obligatory "moment of redemption." There's another subplot that unveils the fact that someone in the Indian Embassy has betrayed their country as well and is in league with the terrorists. Incidentally, the Indian Embassy in Switzerland is apparently staffed by a number of incredibly leggy bombshells in micro-skirts and cleavage-revealing tops. Let's pray they never discover the boxy, ill-fitting pantsuit.

Will Arya be able to uncover the truth of this conspiracy? Can Alisha team up with him to escape the grips of her drug-meddling, murderous captors? Will Arya be able to kungfu so many different villains?

Naseeruddin Shah seems to be channeling a bit of Gary Oldman crossed with Graham Norton's wardrobe in his portrayal of Sam Hans. He's almost flamboyant, but stops just short of scene-chewing or going needlessly over-the-top, though he does wear lots of lavender silk suits and whatnot. Whatever the case, he turns in a good performance made better by the fact that everyone else is pretty bad. The hitman in the long shiny blue trenchcoat is just silly, and he looks sort of like Benny Urquidez mixed with Christian Slater, but with none of the menace such an abomination would actually exude. Our hero Arya is pretty much a non-entity through most of the film. He shows up from time to time to kungfu the crap out of people, but Arjun Rampal really isn't much of an actor at this point in his career. He looks good, he handles action believably, but his character is thoroughly uninteresting. Villains are always the better and more complex characters, and it takes an actor of tremendous talent or a very good (for the hero) or bad (for the villain) screenwriter to make the hero more interesting than the villain. Compared to Sam Hans, Arya barely even registers. For long stretches of film, you'll forget that he's even in it.

As if often the case in an action film from any country, Priyanka Chopra has little more to do besides tag along, get captured, and look hot. She does all these things well, and also handles most of the movie's musical numbers. The one that doesn't involve her is also the only one that isn't set in a club and grounded in some daft semblance of reality. Upon successfully kidnapping the president, the vile terrorist organization retires to their lair of villainy to celebrate with a musical number that involves a very hot, very scantily clad woman singing and dancing with a whole cast of bald gay guys in short shorts, combat boots, and chain mail. It's like these terrorists pack an entire dance troupe of Right Said Fred clones with them. Maybe they should have just unleashed their nightmarish Right Said Fred army on the world. No one would be expecting some Islamic Fundamentalist to stand in front of a camera and broadcast through Al Jazeera that he's "too sexy for this Jihad!"

But then, this terrorist organization does have a martial arts hitman in a shiny blue trenchcoat, and a squad that drives around Switzerland in generic "mercenary" fatigues, including a woman in camo booty shorts and a halter top. And you thought the revolution was all chadors and guys with scraggly beards. This is by far the battiest musical number, and as such, the best. Alisha's first and third numbers are OK, but her duet with Arya (again, in a club where they have been urged to sing together) is completely lackluster. To his credit, Arya looks like he can't wait to get the musical number over with so he can go kick someone's ass.

There are a couple things this film does differently than the average Bollywood film, and even the average Bollywood action film. Most noticeable is the more or less complete absence of a romantic subplot. Oh sure Alisha and Arya are going to fall in love, but the film spends hardly any time at all on this. There's not even a musical montage of them set against the various famous landmarks of the world. No, they simply meet, and then we assume they're in love because this is a movie and they're the male and female leads. Some Bollywood films would spend a good hour on a romantic comedy subplot, but Asambhav is content to simply take the well-worn path all action films take, and just say, "Look, they fall in love, OK?" Then it's on to some kungfu.

There's also precious little comic relief. Arya gets saddled with a comic relief sidekick agent in Switzerland, but his mugging is graciously limited. I mean, it's still never funny when he does get to do his comic relief shtick, but that's the same for action films the world over, and at least this one is quick to shut the guy up.

Even with all that, the director must have thought that the real star of the film was the director, because he crams every cheap trick and technique he can into the film. It's like watching distilled essence of 24 mixed with Mission: Impossible, which seems to be this film's main inspiration, especially since "mission asambhav" translates more or less to "mission impossible." Or if that's too good for you, then Mission: Impossible 2.

For starters, this film can't go ten seconds without a split screen. Sometimes, it's five or six different frames in one shot. And it's not just in scenes where split screen might heighten the tension or give us an alternate point of view. No, much of the time, it happens when something as mundane as a guy reaching for a tissue is all that's going on. Need to pick up a pencil? Show three different angles, and make sure one of them is in slow motion with thumping techno music in the background. This movie also loves that thing where you start in slow motion, then the action speeds up to super-hyper fast motion for a second, then goes back to slow motion. Once again, this is used at the drop of a hat, often with no meaning at all. Walking down the street? Why not shoot it slow-hyper-slow? And it's not like anyone is walking to a fight or anything. They're just walking down to the mailbox to see if their new issue of India Times has arrived.

There's also the tendency to have "ghost images" of a person appear, again for no real reason. Rather than augmenting or working with the action in the movie, all these goofy tricks simply distract you. They muddy the waters. They stink of a first-time music video director getting final edit on a feature film, though Rai is not a first-time director. He's just a bad director, apparently. The one thing I will say in his defense, however, is that as far as I remember, there was not a single instance of "bullet time." And let that be a lesson to all other directors: if bullet time is too tired even for Rajid Rai, who has never seen a stupid editing trick he didn't like, then it's really past its prime. So let bullet time go, people. Let it go. Rajit Rai did, and he replaced it with doing four-thousand split screens in one shot. Or roughly around that number.

It's amazing just how crippling over-direction can be. The Bourne Supremacy was an excellent thriller made nearly unwatchable by an awful director who couldn't stop quick-editing and shaking the camera around. Asambhav would not be an especially good film even if it had a good director, but Rajid Rai's relentless over-indulgence really pulls the carpet out from under what was otherwise an unimpressive-but-enjoyable action film. At the same time, I might have been bored if this movie had been competently directed. The sheer insanity exhibited by Rai does, I must admit, turn this film into an absolute disaster, but one that is largely entertaining. I don't like to pull the "so bad it's good" card all that often, but it sort of applies here. You have an average film. It's made awful by an over-indulgent director. But then, it becomes so over-indulgent, so awful, that it comes full circle and manages to be sort of entertaining in a way. It's by no means much of a recommendation, but it's the best I can do. The fight scenes are solid but uninspired. The acting is mostly below-average. The musical numbers are largely unengaging. But you know, the whole thing is such a hideous eyesore that it kept me watching.

Plus, Sam Hans was all right. Every single time he shows up on screen, no matter how mundane his appearance, the soundtrack blares with "O Fortuna." And it can't bear to stop the song. They thought it was so cool that even when Sam talks, they keep "O Fortuna" rolling, only at a nearly inaudible level. As soon as Sam pauses, the song volume rockets back up, then back down if he speaks again.

So Asambhav really has few redeeming features (Naseeruddin Shah's hamming is the only one I can think of at the moment. Well, that and Priyanka Chopra's midriff, and that crazy-ass hard gay musical number the terrorists put on). It's a crummy action film with awful direction. It's a completely soulless, paint-by-numbers action film that could have been churned out by a computer. It's never thrilling, and the lead male and female character disappear for large swaths of film, and you don't even notice or care because they were pretty boring anyway. This movie is a total bomb, and that didn't stop me from enjoying it for the same reasons that I enjoyed Gymkata and Treasure of the Four Crowns and Pray for Death. That reason: complete, twisted sickness. Don't listen to me, because I'm going to tell you to go ahead and see Asambhav. The near universal chorus of bad reviews this movie received are right, and I am wrong. Don't do it. I told you to watch Zombie 4: After Death, and now I'm telling you to try Asambhav. Why do you even trust me any more? For God's sake, man, that's the road to madness!!!

Asambhav -- pretty much the greatest movie ever made.

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