Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sunday. Oh, Sunday.
I wanted to like you, Sunday. You have Ayesha Takia and Ajay Devgan. You have Irrfan Khan and Arshad Warsi. You have that chick who played Anjali The Homewrecker in Salaam-e-Ishq playing a non-'ho this time. You have gratuitous karate jokes that surpass anything Friends ever came up with. You have a masala-ish plot and lots of fun stuff going on. Taken separately, I love all these things.
Except, you're about Rohypnol's illicit use and how a girl almost gets sexually assaulted a number of times and then doesn't remember anything about it. Oh yeah, and somehow gets mixed up in a murder.
Don't get me wrong, Sunday. I really liked how Ayesha's character had a cool job as a cartoon dubbist, and how Ajay's character was a corrupt but efficient cop with a slightly naughty level of affection for ice cream. You did a good job with them. Their developing relationship was portrayed quite well, except for that stupid "we're falling in love and trailing dupattas through the ruins!" song in your last third. I liked Ayesha's wide array of friends and I especially liked this one scene when Ajay kicks about twenty guys' asses while never letting go of his ice cream cone. I LOVED what you did with Irrfan as a struggling actor who rides around with Arshad's taxi driver when he's not heading for auditions. And you did have that one song I liked, "Loot Liya," which had me up and dancing.
But...if having my will taken away, being raped, and then not remembering a thing about it, ever, isn't my number one nightmare, it definitely makes the top ten. And I cannot reconcile your overall buoyant, humorous tone with the subject matter. It's utterly freaky. Even with Tusshar Kapoor making a special appearance and Esha Deol doing an item number (weirdly intercut with an auto chase scene) I cannot like you. I can only like the pieces of you, which will not turn me into Jewel nor turn you into a good movie. Fortunately, I only rented you.
Now, moving on to things I actually enjoy: promotional pictures for Kaminey are out! Whoo-hoo! And our boy (okay, okay, I won't speak for the rest of y'all, but duuuuuuude) is looking mighty fine all beat-up and bloody. Also cuddling with Priyanka. Anyone of the opinion that their offscreen "romance" is not cinematic promotion material? Anyway, here's my favorite couple of pics:
See? Very nice.
Also, the PPCC's review of Twilight totally makes this Bolly-related in less than four degrees: Growing Up Cullen slays me, and not with venom. Check this out. And then tell me you can't picture Edward/Rob Pattinson with this hairdo: