Oof! That was it! First, I got you the teaser poster . Now, it's the turn of teaser. Yes! I have finally come up with the first ever teaser of one of the most awaited films this year: our beloved MADHURI DIXIT's comeback vehicle: AAJA NACHLE.
AAJA NACHLE is a Yash Raj Film produced by Aditya Chopra and Yash Chopra. It's the second Yashraj film for Madhuri 10 years after Yash Chopra directed her in the blockbuster musical DIL TO PAGAL HAI with Shah Rukh Khan. This film is directed by reputed cinematographer Anil Mehta, whose body of work include KAL HO NAA HO, VEER-ZAARA, KABHI ALVIDA NAA KEHNA. This film is written by Jaideep Sahni, who rocked it up in the last YRF release yesterday, Shahrukh Khan starrer CHAK DE INDIA. He too has an excellent track record in terms of scriptwriting.
Interestingly, Anil has not handled the camera for this film. Instead, the job is given to DON cinematographer Mohanan. The music is composed by Chak De India duo Salim-Sulaiman and lyrics by Jaideep Sahni and Jhoom Barabar Jhoom star Piyush Mishra. In place of Madhuri's all-time guru Saroj Khan, Vaibhavi Merchant handles the mettle of the choreographer. This film also stars Kunal Kapoor, Konkona Sen Sharma and Akshaye Khanna in a guest appearance. I wish SRK too could be roped in!
This film is about a theatre-actress who is trying to bring smile and joy in her small town. Different! It seems to be an all-heroine movie without any opposite male star. And the film works entirely on the stage musical format. Hope, this doesn't mess like JAAN-E-MANN or JHOOM BARABAR JHOOM.
Okay, let's come to the teaser know. Practically it doesn't say or show much in 42 seconds. It's basically the "Madhuri is back!" logline. Still, it needs a paragraph or two to be talked about. First, a kind of semi-classical/folk tune of flute is heard with the mixture of ghungru. Then the scene fades from black to THE dancer in silhouette dancing in front of a studio moon. The step is classical and you know who it is. The next few seconds shows the dancer showing up her dancing skills in rhythm with the music. Then the screen flashes, "Madhuri Dixit is back" and the title card is shown. Then the evergreen face with a bright chuckle enters the frame; a beauty worth dying for. And claps and whistles!! I wonder what is the reaction in a mediocre single-screen theater! Can't imagine!
Now, I have a very special interpretation of the teaser and the wallpaper. There's Madhuri in front of the studio moon and stars scattered all over the sky, right? Some of the stars are very bright. Now, this seems to be a self-referential style. Why? The stars are there. They're bright. Okay! They resemble some stars of this Bollywood like Aishwarya, Abhishek, Preity, Lara et al.They stay in the sky round the year (astronomically not right, but stars can be seen everyday in the sky). The moon (Mads) is not in the sky everyday, but when it comes in the sky, it outshines every star! Ain't that amazing? Now watch the trailer and rate.
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Saturday, August 11, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Wallpapers of AAJA NACHLE & LAAGA CHUNARI MEIN DAAG!
Guys! I am the FIRST to do it! I have done it! Now just see them, I will talk on them later. Go and watch CHAK DE INDIA! It's brilliant! The trailers of these films are also there.
Isn't that rocking?
Credit: www.yashrajfilms.com
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Isn't that rocking?
Credit: www.yashrajfilms.com
Post your comments!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
CHAK DE INDIA: TV Teaser
This is a TV teaser from CHAK DE INDIA. I know it's pretty much late to post this teaser. The theatrical trailer is an extended version of this teaser. So I'll post my views on it tomorrow along with that one. You can download it for your iPod too!
Comments! Please!
Comments! Please!
Monday, July 30, 2007
CHAK DE INDIA: SRK Speech
Well guys, I am back! With a bang! As I promised, I would come before this time I am doing so.
I am back here with a new dialogue promo of CHAK DE INDIA. It's basically a speech by Shahrukh Khan to his team. The dialgoues, written by one of my fav, Jaideep Sahni is brilliant! And so is SRK's rendition of the lines given to.
Given a chance, I'll post the plot synopsis and character sketch of SRK and the girls in a while. If you have already known that, you know that the girls are going through many hurdles for their entry in the hockey team. More on that letter
The track SATTAR MINUTE from the soundtrack is the feauture of this promo. At first, the preparation of a hockey match is shown and then the poignant voice of Shah Rukh Khan "70 minutes! You have only 70 minutes!" Then SRK gives an (awe)-inspiring speech to his girls. Various shots of the perils of the girls in the field is then shown. The clip ends with India scoring a goal!
Bad description, right? So you better watch it yourself and feel the magic.
And rate it too! Do post comments!
I am back here with a new dialogue promo of CHAK DE INDIA. It's basically a speech by Shahrukh Khan to his team. The dialgoues, written by one of my fav, Jaideep Sahni is brilliant! And so is SRK's rendition of the lines given to.
Given a chance, I'll post the plot synopsis and character sketch of SRK and the girls in a while. If you have already known that, you know that the girls are going through many hurdles for their entry in the hockey team. More on that letter
The track SATTAR MINUTE from the soundtrack is the feauture of this promo. At first, the preparation of a hockey match is shown and then the poignant voice of Shah Rukh Khan "70 minutes! You have only 70 minutes!" Then SRK gives an (awe)-inspiring speech to his girls. Various shots of the perils of the girls in the field is then shown. The clip ends with India scoring a goal!
Bad description, right? So you better watch it yourself and feel the magic.
And rate it too! Do post comments!
Sunday, July 22, 2007
An Apology
Dear Friends,
I know you all are visiting my blog long since. And look what, my computer totally gone out last month. And I had to wait for a month for my new PC to arrive. There were lots of problems in between. Now, The burden of my studies is almost burying me. I will get over it only after a week. I have a lot things to tell, to share my ideas about CHAK DE INDIA - the film I look forward to the most. So, please wait for a while. I will come again on the 30th of July right before 13:30 GMT.
Love you all!
BUwH
I know you all are visiting my blog long since. And look what, my computer totally gone out last month. And I had to wait for a month for my new PC to arrive. There were lots of problems in between. Now, The burden of my studies is almost burying me. I will get over it only after a week. I have a lot things to tell, to share my ideas about CHAK DE INDIA - the film I look forward to the most. So, please wait for a while. I will come again on the 30th of July right before 13:30 GMT.
Love you all!
BUwH
Friday, June 15, 2007
CHAK DE INDIA: TEASER - Xclusive! & First!
Ooh! what it was! First, I got the poster! Now it's the trailer itself! Thaaaaaaaanxxxxxxx to my dearest YouTube friend trailerer. You rock man! Just for you! He even spent a few buck to bring it. As he says, he recorded it from a video screenshot. So, video quality is not so good!
But, I APPLAUD HIS EFFORT!
This video, in 30 seconds, is excellent, to describe in a single word. Particularly because of Shah Rukh Khan. And guess what! He sings! He describes his team of 16 girls so enthusiastically, that it's hard for me to write that despite it's in English. It's basically a music video. It won't be a part of the film.
Shahrukh does it!
Then you see the dark silhouettes of the girls in the studio shots and they appear in the semi-Lagaan style. To sum up, it packs in solid punch in half of a minute. Watch it (and the film too)!
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JHOOM BARABAR JHOOM: External Movie Review 1
Well, guys! The reviews are out! I have 3 review till now. And guess! EACH of them is negative! This is the REDIFF review 1!
Maybe I'm just too naive.
I actually expected Jhoom Barabar Jhoom to be a love story, a fun four-person entertainer. It's not. I expected the film to star Abhishek Bachchan, Lara Dutta, Bobby Deol and Preity Zinta. It doesn't. Sigh. Promos are too misleading. Sure, the Shaad Ali film features this sub A-list starcast, but the star of Jhoom Barabar Jhoom is a man named Aki Narula, and he does costumes. Shaad's feature-length music video affords Narula the chance to go wild and flex his designer skills, and so we're treated to outlandish dresses and crazy colours, startling cuts and bizarre bling. Bravo.
It's just that maybe films should have a point. Or if not that -- for perhaps that might seem too optimistically greedy a demand -- then at least a story. Jhoom Barabar Jhoom has nothing to offer but eye-candy. And, unlike Dhoom: 2, it's not sugary enough to lap up anyway, a contrived, half-witted, over-Punjabi offering. Gah.
Anyway, Abhishek is Rikki Thukral, a sashaying Punju lout who likes all things shiny. He runs into the ever-pouting Alvira Khan (Preity), a British girl with Pakistani roots. Both share a table and their love stories, Forrest Gumping into an almost-confessional conversation as they sit at Waterloo Station, waiting for a train. So as Rikki's uneaten sandwich cools off, he describes his dreamy Anaida Raza (Lara), a manager at The Ritz in Paris, and Alvira gushes about her millionaire lover, Steve Singh (Bobby). They're both utterly happy couples, but -- as we discover through an unthinkably out of context series of dargah and mosque scenes, with some Taj Mahal talk thrown in for good measure -- this two-hour conversation has left them convinced they are in love with each other.
Convenient, no?
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for trademark Bollywood escapism.
What I'm not so gung-ho about, though, is a scriptless film playing out with extreme obviousness. Ooh, there is a twist, but by the time it comes around you're bored and don't really give a damn anymore. Jhoom is a film aimed unashamedly at the Punjabi-Abroad audience, and the only way I see them enjoying it is if they spot a familiar Southall laundry. In case you were wondering, it's not funny. Unless, that is, your idea of funny just happens to be Abhishek Bachchan saying 'Blimey' in an overdone Punjabi accent every few scenes -- and then pausing to give you laugh-time -- and a pretty actress with a Punjabi foul mouth. (Have you, by any chance, wondered at my constant use of the P-word? I'm sorry, can't help it. This movie tries to be as hardcore as sarson da saag. Only, it's stale.
Abhishek tries hard, and you have to admire him for it. Not many actors would come in and try their hand at a character only playable by Akshay Kumar, and Bachchan does a valiant job as stand-in. For the filmmaker's part, they've given him the plummiest of lines and the edgiest of shoes; he has the laughs, the definitive protagonist role, and a real character arc. What he does with all of this is, of course, overact to the nines, making Bunty Aur Babli seem like a masterwork. Lara Dutta is the finest of the four, her character managing a relatively adorable French accent as well as coarse streetwalker-speak with natural flair. The film is quite a revelation as the actress emerges comfortably head and shoulders above the rest of the cast, and is the only one to act in the appropriate key.
Bobby Deol doesn't have much to do in the first half, but is significantly, impressively 'chweet' in the second, and you don't mind him as much as his filmography demands. And then there's Preity Zinta. Once young and bubbly, today's Zinta looks heavy on both botox and frustration. Her lips might possibly have had a shot of collagen too many, and she pouts as if a boyfriend fawningly compared her to Ms Jolie, lying through his teeth. The result is disastrous, an actress hamming enough to make her co-stars look way better. From accent to emotion, Preity is plain and simple insufferable in this film. Perhaps big-sister roles are in order.
No, the Haneef bhai bit role is the film's best, a pleasant surprise like the cameo from The Kumar's At No 42 cast.
There has always been a warmth to Shaad Ali's work, a certain slice-of-life realism palpable even when the going gets unreal and outrageous. Here, the director succumbs to the gimmicks, and while almost every line in the first half plays for laughs, there isn't even a snicker from the audience. And the gimmicks aren't even clever. Shaad whizzes by in a car nearby, writer Habib Faisal has a two-line cameo. And the star-kids are put in their place: Abhishek gets to grin about Ash-ji and Amit-ji's statues at Tussauds' and wear a bright red Coolie shirt; Bobby comes on screen with Main Jat yamla pagla deewana playing. And both dutifully ride a motorcycle and sidecar with the Sholay song playing. When, oh when, are we going to let go of these coat-tails?
The first half is merely, mindnumbingly boring, while the second gets exasperating. And it's all so inanely wasteful. There's nothing wrong with making a madcap comedy. Next time, though, a plot would be nice. This film doing well would just mean more brightly packaged idiocy will be shoved down our throats, and so I'm praying otherwise. All I can say is that it's stupid. Oh, and a word must be said about the music. Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy have managed one catchy, potentially hit number in the title track, while the other songs all seem derivative of either Rahman or Reshammiya. But they have their one, titular 'punch' song, and so the filmmakers go all-out with it, thwacking us with versions of it repeatedly. Like the hit of the year at a Punju shaadi, we're Jhoomed till we groan as Amitabh Bachchan [Images] pops randomly, meaninglessly out of place and sings a few lines, while the rest of the bachchas go completely overboard, stretching a 'dance competition' version to about 20 minutes, interspersed with snatches of dialogue. Aargh.
Just before a ridiculous Amitabh epilogue, the film ends happily, with a couple kissing. I won't tell you which two are liplocked, but it isn't a surprise. Anyway, it's one of those awkward screen kisses, a glorified, postured moment with the man bending the woman over his kneww, and planting one, hard. The shot ends with her legs wobbling in discomfort.
We can relate. We've been dying to walk out.
Rating: *½ (1.5/5) [Very Poor to Poor]
Maybe I'm just too naive.
I actually expected Jhoom Barabar Jhoom to be a love story, a fun four-person entertainer. It's not. I expected the film to star Abhishek Bachchan, Lara Dutta, Bobby Deol and Preity Zinta. It doesn't. Sigh. Promos are too misleading. Sure, the Shaad Ali film features this sub A-list starcast, but the star of Jhoom Barabar Jhoom is a man named Aki Narula, and he does costumes. Shaad's feature-length music video affords Narula the chance to go wild and flex his designer skills, and so we're treated to outlandish dresses and crazy colours, startling cuts and bizarre bling. Bravo.
It's just that maybe films should have a point. Or if not that -- for perhaps that might seem too optimistically greedy a demand -- then at least a story. Jhoom Barabar Jhoom has nothing to offer but eye-candy. And, unlike Dhoom: 2, it's not sugary enough to lap up anyway, a contrived, half-witted, over-Punjabi offering. Gah.
Anyway, Abhishek is Rikki Thukral, a sashaying Punju lout who likes all things shiny. He runs into the ever-pouting Alvira Khan (Preity), a British girl with Pakistani roots. Both share a table and their love stories, Forrest Gumping into an almost-confessional conversation as they sit at Waterloo Station, waiting for a train. So as Rikki's uneaten sandwich cools off, he describes his dreamy Anaida Raza (Lara), a manager at The Ritz in Paris, and Alvira gushes about her millionaire lover, Steve Singh (Bobby). They're both utterly happy couples, but -- as we discover through an unthinkably out of context series of dargah and mosque scenes, with some Taj Mahal talk thrown in for good measure -- this two-hour conversation has left them convinced they are in love with each other.
Convenient, no?
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for trademark Bollywood escapism.
What I'm not so gung-ho about, though, is a scriptless film playing out with extreme obviousness. Ooh, there is a twist, but by the time it comes around you're bored and don't really give a damn anymore. Jhoom is a film aimed unashamedly at the Punjabi-Abroad audience, and the only way I see them enjoying it is if they spot a familiar Southall laundry. In case you were wondering, it's not funny. Unless, that is, your idea of funny just happens to be Abhishek Bachchan saying 'Blimey' in an overdone Punjabi accent every few scenes -- and then pausing to give you laugh-time -- and a pretty actress with a Punjabi foul mouth. (Have you, by any chance, wondered at my constant use of the P-word? I'm sorry, can't help it. This movie tries to be as hardcore as sarson da saag. Only, it's stale.
Abhishek tries hard, and you have to admire him for it. Not many actors would come in and try their hand at a character only playable by Akshay Kumar, and Bachchan does a valiant job as stand-in. For the filmmaker's part, they've given him the plummiest of lines and the edgiest of shoes; he has the laughs, the definitive protagonist role, and a real character arc. What he does with all of this is, of course, overact to the nines, making Bunty Aur Babli seem like a masterwork. Lara Dutta is the finest of the four, her character managing a relatively adorable French accent as well as coarse streetwalker-speak with natural flair. The film is quite a revelation as the actress emerges comfortably head and shoulders above the rest of the cast, and is the only one to act in the appropriate key.
Bobby Deol doesn't have much to do in the first half, but is significantly, impressively 'chweet' in the second, and you don't mind him as much as his filmography demands. And then there's Preity Zinta. Once young and bubbly, today's Zinta looks heavy on both botox and frustration. Her lips might possibly have had a shot of collagen too many, and she pouts as if a boyfriend fawningly compared her to Ms Jolie, lying through his teeth. The result is disastrous, an actress hamming enough to make her co-stars look way better. From accent to emotion, Preity is plain and simple insufferable in this film. Perhaps big-sister roles are in order.
No, the Haneef bhai bit role is the film's best, a pleasant surprise like the cameo from The Kumar's At No 42 cast.
There has always been a warmth to Shaad Ali's work, a certain slice-of-life realism palpable even when the going gets unreal and outrageous. Here, the director succumbs to the gimmicks, and while almost every line in the first half plays for laughs, there isn't even a snicker from the audience. And the gimmicks aren't even clever. Shaad whizzes by in a car nearby, writer Habib Faisal has a two-line cameo. And the star-kids are put in their place: Abhishek gets to grin about Ash-ji and Amit-ji's statues at Tussauds' and wear a bright red Coolie shirt; Bobby comes on screen with Main Jat yamla pagla deewana playing. And both dutifully ride a motorcycle and sidecar with the Sholay song playing. When, oh when, are we going to let go of these coat-tails?
The first half is merely, mindnumbingly boring, while the second gets exasperating. And it's all so inanely wasteful. There's nothing wrong with making a madcap comedy. Next time, though, a plot would be nice. This film doing well would just mean more brightly packaged idiocy will be shoved down our throats, and so I'm praying otherwise. All I can say is that it's stupid. Oh, and a word must be said about the music. Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy have managed one catchy, potentially hit number in the title track, while the other songs all seem derivative of either Rahman or Reshammiya. But they have their one, titular 'punch' song, and so the filmmakers go all-out with it, thwacking us with versions of it repeatedly. Like the hit of the year at a Punju shaadi, we're Jhoomed till we groan as Amitabh Bachchan [Images] pops randomly, meaninglessly out of place and sings a few lines, while the rest of the bachchas go completely overboard, stretching a 'dance competition' version to about 20 minutes, interspersed with snatches of dialogue. Aargh.
Just before a ridiculous Amitabh epilogue, the film ends happily, with a couple kissing. I won't tell you which two are liplocked, but it isn't a surprise. Anyway, it's one of those awkward screen kisses, a glorified, postured moment with the man bending the woman over his kneww, and planting one, hard. The shot ends with her legs wobbling in discomfort.
We can relate. We've been dying to walk out.
Rating: *½ (1.5/5) [Very Poor to Poor]
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