“I’m longing to watch a good film on the big screen. Hope Vishal Bhardwaj doesn’t disappoint,” said an exasperated Bollywood-fan friend.
Let me add a little more weight of expectations on Vishal Bhardwaj’s shoulders (I’ve long given up hope on Ram Gopal Varma), “Me too”.
2009 is almost two-thirds snuffed out, and there isn’t still a single big-budget Bollywood release that was worth the while. Thanks to smaller films like Dev D, Barah Aana and Firaaq, that my 2009’s worth of films wasn’t completely worthless.
Besides Kaminey (and Quick Gun Murugun, ofcourse), I don’t see any other movie for which I’ll be munching overpriced popcorn in a dark hall.
Vishal’s oeuvre is impressive, from the endearing Makdee to the dark Omkara, with Blue Umbrella and Maqbool in between, it should just get better and better (unlike RGV).
In an era where actors rule, there are very few movies that sell by the name accompanying the director’s tag. Kaminey is one such film. Vishal is one such director.
I’ve had enough of these fake hits (read Kambakkht Ishq) and monumental flops (read Chandni Chowk to China), I now desperately need paisa wasool. No more films like Manmohan Singh’s speeches – high on promise, low on impact.
I think Shahid Kapur, though he often looks a decade younger than his female leads, will make it really BIG, the SRK -ype big. And boy, can he dance! Anyway he has been doing that for many years, people have even been looking for him amongst the dancers dancing behind Aishwarya Rai in Taal. Still a long way to go, but he’ll reach there. Almost all of my female friends seem to agree.
And Vishal Bhardwaj, the review of your film that I post on this blog better not have the title – ‘Kaminey makes a ch*tiya out of us.’