Skip to main content

Raajneeti


I have not seen a better first half than that of 'Rajneeti' in ages. The movie till the intermission showed a lot of promise and raised the expectations from the second half. But in the second half the story-writer/director ran out of ideas and started killing the characters just to pave the way for the most suitable future chief minister of the state. I think it would have been better if 'Rajneeti' was based on underworld because the killings (in the name of gang-war) would have fitted well with the story. None of the characters (including the aspiring CMs and party workers) showed any concern for the state or the country, while throughout the movie 'Vande Mataram' played in the background.

The main story of the movie is borrowed from Mario Puzo's Godfather and the Mahabharata. There are also some minor resemblances to the life of the Gandhis (Rajiv, Sanjay, Soniya) and the movie 'Viraasat' (or the original 'Thevar Magan'). The worst scene of the movie is the one when the mother (like Kunti of Mahabharata) meets her illegitimate son (Karna) and asks him to come back to the family he belongs to. Highly cliched. By the time this situation arises in the movie, the audience (which is not dumb) has understood that they are watching a revamped version of the epic. It would have been a challenging task for the director to modify this scene by using some creative imagination. So, instead of that he used the usual "tum mere jyeshtha putra ho, beta" (Ok, nobody uses this language now) and "ghar aa jao, beta" and "gaddi sambhal lo, beta". Disappointing.

There is this main character in the movie who is a part of the political family but does not share the interest in politics and instead is a researcher planning to become a professor. He gets involved in the whole ganda rajneeti because of the sudden turn of events and ends up killing a bunch of people. Then finally in the end when apparently everything is fine, he is shown leaving for US of A. Before leaving the country for good he says that politics brings out the animal in people and he is basically not bad. Waah!!! Very conveniently after making a fool of the whole police department (am i expecting a lot from the police?) he leaves the country. And who drives him to the airport? The poor driver who was also the father of one of the people this man killed. I was almost expecting one more murder on the way to the airport. But I guess that does not happen.


Ok I tried a lot but cannot resist writing here that I was talking about Ranbir Kapoor. :)
Jokes apart, he has acted really well in the movie. Actually one should watch Rajneeti just for the acting. All of them Nana Patekar, Manoj Bajpai, Arjun Rampal (who speaks in a faintly Bihari accent when everybody else speaks like a UP-waala), Ajay Devgan, Ranbir Kapoor and Katrina Kaif (quite tolerable in this movie) have done a good job. Please don't go to the theaters expecting to watch Naseeruddin Shah. Apart from what is shown in the trailers he is there in just one more scene. He plays the role of  Surya Devta which was essential for the existence of Karna.

In the end I wish Arjun Rampal's character was more positive. The kind of gunda language he uses in the movie doesn't suit him at all. He is better suited for gentlemanly kind of roles. And he is the perfect eye candy. :)

Comments

Archon said…
What's a tolerable Katrina?? I might see this movie just for the answer :P
BAJPAI said…
Ranbir kapoor was excellent , Master planner , Stills , specially while watching TV , camera rolls from back of Sofa , many other , worth to watch him .

Popular posts from this blog

A poem from childhood...

"Long legged Italy, kicked poor Sicily
In the middle of Mediterranean Sea.
Austria was Hungary
Took a bit of Turkey
Fried it in Japan
Dipped it in Greece...."

I remember only this much. This poem was my first attempt at learning the names of these countries and locating them on the map of the world. And I thought Austria and Australia were same. :-)

It's time to confirm that I was wrong at that point of time, some twenty years back...

Healing and conquering myself, one tiny step at a time

"It is not the mountains we conquer but ourselves."
-Edmund Hillary
Two years back, when I had set out on my first trek in the Himalayas, I did not know what I was getting into. It began as a quest, a search for the place that I was dreaming about for the last few years. Valley of Flowers in Uttarakhand did turn out to be straight out of my dream and I still cannot believe it. I remember sitting on that large asymmetrical rock for more than an hour, looking at the snow-clad mountains and scribbling in my diary as the cool wind blew in my face and the sun tried its best to warm my fingers. 
Less than a year later, I went back to the mountains and it was then that I realized that I was meant to go back, not once or twice or thrice, I just have to be there every once in a while. May be that recurring dream had a bigger purpose than calling me to the Valley of Flowers. May be someone up there knew that it was just a beginning. And now that it has started, it shall go on till my…

Something has changed

I was talking to this friend after a long time and the first two questions he asked me were, 'What movie did you watch last weekend?' and 'Where are you traveling to next?'. I refused to answer his questions till he first asked me how I was. We laughed and he said that he keeps seeing my updates on movies and travel and wonders when he will find time to do that.

I have always loved to travel. I remember once my parents asked my brother and me to make a wishlist of things that we wanted. I had added 'Trip to Delhi' to that list. Then came a time when all the focus was on board exams and competitive exams, and the joy of traveling was forgotten because it mostly meant going to a new city to give some exam. 
It all restarted once I came to Mumbai, 13 years back. Before I landed in this city I had turned into a shy, timid girl whose friends used to help her cross the road and get a rickshaw for her so that she doesn't have to talk to the rickshaw-wala. I can&#…