Watching film Trapped, Rama and me held on to our sofas; firmly pocketed house keys; Rama wanted to quit our seventh floor apartment; me sat afraid. Trapped, a 100 minute film by Vikramaditya Motwane with young Rajkummar Rao batting the entire film, not out. Rao, Nawazuddin, Irrfaan and Bajpayee are the best in Indian films today. They are not artists. They buy into characters. Remain there. Dialogues rare; Rao carries the film easily. We would have done what he does. Read something about the film in Facebook and Ganesh referred to amazon. Me has stopped going to theatres as me is not for standing up to National Anthems. At home, no anthems. In an empty high rise, Rao shuts himself in an empty apartment with keys outside. The high rise has no livers. It could happen to anyone in the many storied societies uglying Mumbai skies. They hide skies and clouds; trip birds. Mumbaikars are loners in apartments. Lack the familiarity of tiled homes with gardens. In Kerala, they had homes with names. Rama's tiled home (now absent) in Alleppey was called Sreevatsam. In Borivili, our apartment has no name. Little background music and Motwane has done a frighteningly good job. Rao is Rao. Tensed out we moved on to a second film for some fun: this afternoon for films, declared Rama; the 1981 film Chashme Buddoor by Sai Paranjpye. Sai, Aparna Sen and Konkana Sen Sharma are lady directors worth a watch. We laughed with Lallan Miya (Saeed Jaffrey), owning a cigarette kiosk in some delightfully green New Delhi; Charminar Gold, me one time smoke for its rawness. In today's New Delhi, a Lallan Miya will be lynched. They are all there in the halka-phulka comedy: Farooq Shaikh, Rakesh Bedi, Ravi Baswani (Jaane bhi do yaron fame) and Deepti Naval, one of the best in the Indian film industry. Rama and me have enjoyed it many times. Not intellectual stuff. Just a munchable sukha bhel. We opted for Chashme to feel untrapped, free. Sai serves lovely tandoori rotis with dal and aloo to viewers. Will 2017 India ever make dotty films like Chashme. In 2017 we make and view Trapped. Will India 2017 tolerate Jaane bhi do yaron? Do we have the sense of fun to make Amol Palekar, Utpal Dutt starrer Golmal. Bet is no. India 2017 has lost India 1970, 1980. And there is no returning back. Nor is there any going forward. Trapped. The clock struck 4. We sofa snoozed.
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Trapped
Watching film Trapped, Rama and me held on to our sofas; firmly pocketed house keys; Rama wanted to quit our seventh floor apartment; me sat afraid. Trapped, a 100 minute film by Vikramaditya Motwane with young Rajkummar Rao batting the entire film, not out. Rao, Nawazuddin, Irrfaan and Bajpayee are the best in Indian films today. They are not artists. They buy into characters. Remain there. Dialogues rare; Rao carries the film easily. We would have done what he does. Read something about the film in Facebook and Ganesh referred to amazon. Me has stopped going to theatres as me is not for standing up to National Anthems. At home, no anthems. In an empty high rise, Rao shuts himself in an empty apartment with keys outside. The high rise has no livers. It could happen to anyone in the many storied societies uglying Mumbai skies. They hide skies and clouds; trip birds. Mumbaikars are loners in apartments. Lack the familiarity of tiled homes with gardens. In Kerala, they had homes with names. Rama's tiled home (now absent) in Alleppey was called Sreevatsam. In Borivili, our apartment has no name. Little background music and Motwane has done a frighteningly good job. Rao is Rao. Tensed out we moved on to a second film for some fun: this afternoon for films, declared Rama; the 1981 film Chashme Buddoor by Sai Paranjpye. Sai, Aparna Sen and Konkana Sen Sharma are lady directors worth a watch. We laughed with Lallan Miya (Saeed Jaffrey), owning a cigarette kiosk in some delightfully green New Delhi; Charminar Gold, me one time smoke for its rawness. In today's New Delhi, a Lallan Miya will be lynched. They are all there in the halka-phulka comedy: Farooq Shaikh, Rakesh Bedi, Ravi Baswani (Jaane bhi do yaron fame) and Deepti Naval, one of the best in the Indian film industry. Rama and me have enjoyed it many times. Not intellectual stuff. Just a munchable sukha bhel. We opted for Chashme to feel untrapped, free. Sai serves lovely tandoori rotis with dal and aloo to viewers. Will 2017 India ever make dotty films like Chashme. In 2017 we make and view Trapped. Will India 2017 tolerate Jaane bhi do yaron? Do we have the sense of fun to make Amol Palekar, Utpal Dutt starrer Golmal. Bet is no. India 2017 has lost India 1970, 1980. And there is no returning back. Nor is there any going forward. Trapped. The clock struck 4. We sofa snoozed.
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