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Having wooed the audiences with films like Split Wide Open and English August, director Dev Benegal in his Road, Movie takes his viewers for yet another ride that one isn’t likely to forget in a long time.

Thus we find a defiant Vishnu (Abhay Deol) setting off on a journey in his antique Chevy truck, desperately trying to escape becoming a salesman at his father’s hair oil company.

Little does Vishnu know that the old truck is actually an old touring cinemascope which used to be quite popular at one point in time.

As Vishnu progresses on the desert road he first comes across a young lad who works at a roadside tea shop. The boy requests Vishnu to give him a lift to which he agrees half-heartedly.

As luck would have it, the truck breaks down in the middle of the road and an irritated Vishnu blames the boy for the same. The boy leaves Vishnu in a huff, but returns the next day with an old mechanic (Satish Kaushik). The mechanic agrees to help only if he gets a lift to a nearby carnival. Vishnu picks him up for his own selfish reason.

The film uses the barren landscape to a great advantage. The virile rust and brown frames look picturesque. But the scorching heat soon poses a problem for the travellers as they face serious water crisis.

But the three wilted wanderers continue their excursion. This time around they encounter a gypsy lady (Tannishtha Chatterjee) in blue. She not only helps quench their thirst but also guides them towards a well from which they can fetch water. So far so good.

The four characters trapped in a queer game of love and hate blend into the scenario almost effortlessly. In Road, Movie the actors completely belong to the world that they inhabit. Their chance discovery of the magic of cinema and the way they use it to tame cops, goons and common folk alike are hilarious.

Abhay Deol with a constant frown on his face, except when he is with the gypsy woman, easily looks the part of an ‘angry young man.’

Mohammad Faizal as the young lad with a sharp tongue leaves you in splits with his naughty comments. Satish Kaushik as the elderly mechanic, who protects all at every step, impresses you with his performance.

Tannishtha Chatterjee as the beautiful gypsy woman perfectly complements Abhay on screen. The chemistry between them is quite searing.

The hair oil motif, which comes in handy to grease the old projectors as well as to fool the water lord who hoards water and sells it to the poor villagers at high price are too cool. The Gabbar spoof Benegal uses here makes you laugh out louder.

French cinematographer Michel Amathieu’s brilliant camera work makes it a visual delight.

The screenplay is fantastic and the editing superb, which doubles the charm of watching this film. Dev Benegal scores full marks as a director to keep the film short and crisp, with the right dosage of thrill, humour, sarcasm and reality rolled into one.

VERDICT: A must watch.

Source: Ibnlive.com

3 idiots is much needed movie of today’s society of India where before children born parents started to dream to make them (bada admi) which means doctor, engineer ,pilot.They least bother about knowing in child their interest and ability to do better in so many other aspects of learning.
In this race we the people of india is lacking so many important issues to make our country better. We can not run the country only with these bade admi we need all kinds of people with all kinds of skills and need to be treated all profession with same respect and dignity then you will see India in no time prosper with health,wealth, economy and knowledge and culture.

There’s a point in the story of London Dreams when Manjit (Salman Khan), a hard-boiled Punjabi from Bhatinda who has found sudden success as a rock star in Europe, is seduced into snorting cocaine and guzzling tequila shots. We see another such night of drugs in a nightclub, and in the very next scene, the rock star is in a drug rehabilitation clinic, shaking and whimpering!

Not so rocking: The members of London Dreams, a band in the film, are riven with jealousy.

Not so rocking: The members of London Dreams, a band in the film, are riven with jealousy.
This is as sanitized, and as puerile as a rock star movie can get. Rock On!!, the most celebrated, was antiseptic enough, although more sophisticated. London Dreams makes a joke out of the rock star movie. Director Vipul Amrutlal Shah is obviously clueless in this area.

The story goes: Arjun (Ajay Devgan) and Manjit or Mannu are childhood friends who hang out in Bhatinda’s mustard fields. Mannu’s father is a musician, but Mannu is not interested in learning the art himself. He, it turns out later, is an untrained, natural singer. Arjun, on the other hand, is passionate about music, but his father doesn’t allow him to learn because Arjun’s grandfather, who was a Sufi musician, once went to perform in London’s Wembley stadium and was tongue-tied when he saw the huge crowd. Arjun runs away to London when he gets an opportunity. He plays the flute on the road and earns money to train as a musician, forms a band, London Dreams, with two Pakistani boys and Priya, a Tamilian (Asin). Mannu joins the band later, and predictably enough, steals Arjun’s thunder and his secret love Priya, who Mannu calls “Chennai Express”.

It’s an expensive film, made with around Rs80 crore, and the money shows in the sweeping sets. As in his earlier films, Shah has made yet another big film—big, in the literal sense.

The script and performances fall woefully short. There are some genuinely funny moments when Mannu is up to his son-of-the-soil antics, but unfortunately, most of the funny moments arise because of the ludicrous situations in the plot. For example, Arjun whips himself until he bleeds when Priya distracts him from his music, and when he plots against his friend to grab the limelight. Everyone in the audience laughed aloud when that happened.

The two rock stars are too old to be true and laughable too; if you’re can’t be like Mick Jagger, you can’t pull off the sex-on-stage in your 40s.

Devgan is a fine actor trapped by his persona—the dark, brooding hero, as we know him. In this film, he’s a caricature of that persona. His intensity is exaggerated and unconvincing. Asin has little to do except dance in the background when Mannu and Arjun take centre stage. Khan plays up to his real-life image—that of a generous, impetuous, comical star. If London Dreams works at the box office, it would largely be because of Khan’s star appeal.

The music, by Shankar, Ehsaan and Loy, has variety as well as depth—one of the best this year. But it’s difficult to survive all 160 minutes of London Dreams just because of its music.
Source: ibnlive.com

Dil Bole Hadippa (Romantic Comedy) Starrng Rani Mukherjee, Shahid Kapoor, Anupam Kher, Raskhi Sawant, Sherlyn Chopra. Director: Anurag Singh.

“A girl dresses up as a boy to play cricket for the village team. There’s romance and songs on the way” Continue