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Kaveetaa Kaul Reviews ‘Saawariya’Kaveetaa Kaul | November 16, 2007, 12:52 AM | 14 comments | 1,140 views
In the present age when media of all categories and cadres, is purposefully bombarding ones senses and time, willy nilly, with information essentially suggestive as if hypnotic capturing of ones personal opinions, myriad reviews of a film overwhelm thought processes. Easily influenced gullible minds fall prey to the insidiously, oftentimes stridently suggested message tags of â€˜hitâ€™ or â€˜flopâ€™. A more discerning populace admittedly small in percentage, decide to cast aside â€˜fedâ€™ ideas and view open minded a movie which promises â€˜greatnessâ€™ in the cinema-ic denotation.
â€˜Saawariyaâ€™ enraptures you. In the hands of a less acclaimed director, the film might have degenerated into a fantastic escapade that misses the mark. It might have emerged, fabricated, synthetic and soulless.
The director in this case had previously won us over with his dexterity enough to woo us into his personal universe .Sanjay Leela Bhansali and the conviction of his vision, coupled with the mastery of his craft, transports you into his world via a fable with a dreamy and satiric edge.
It is a poetic outing matched with touching gravity. For those unwilling to glide along in those fascinating gondolas, lilt in the blue of the azure background and waft along dewy eyed with its endearing characters, the film would perhaps leave them unmoved. But so does the â€˜artâ€™ of Michaelangelo. For some its merely another experience, for others a â€˜divine visionâ€™. I daresay that personal stage of spiritual evolution often dictates the level of response to art, as a whole.
â€˜Saawariyaâ€™ held me captive from the very first frame. My childhood was spent in a â€˜make believeâ€™ world of doll houses and silvery streams. It was as if my soul had been peeked into by a kindred and displayed back how splendidly in munificent revelry, a story could be spun around this fantasy land.
The film is awash with amazingly endearing characters and four nights in their life. A myriad emotions engulf them and the central character Ranbir Raj, a flaneur, whose innocence and gentility magically charms its way into your heart.
It is a hard task to set a film rolling moreso when you demand from the audience â€˜ a willing suspension of disbeliefâ€™ to a greater degree than other Bollywood films, since undertaking a journey into anotherâ€™s mind asks for immeasurable faith. What is evident in this film from the first frame to the last is just that. The mind of Sanjay Leela Bhansali exposing itself in a cul-de-sac world. Is he courting disaster? No.. he has taken films in India and from India to another level altogether. I can firmly state that never before has there been a director of his stature, in his genre of films.
Based on Dostoevskys â€˜ White Nightsâ€™ the story unfolds with poignant preciseness, through the wailing of a child and Ranis outburst, Rajâ€™s reaction and revealing of his character all in a sweep of a few minutes. Its remarkable. You find yourself right in their midst willing to roll along eagerly.
Rajs meeting with the wholly delectable Lillipop his to-be-landlady where he melts her heart and ours by the one question he asks of her and the silent, almost soundless cry that emerges from her, while they hug is one of the most cathartic moments. There are many such where subtlety is the forte in this elegaic film.
The look on Sakinas face when she hears the sound of her name , expecting Iman and in a flash, hope dies when she sees its only Raj. Underplayed yet thunderously powerful. In fact this can be enumerated as the mainstay of the filmâ€¦ the subtle nuancing of emotional scenes. Suggested more than enacted. Metaphors abound which necessitate a sensitive heart and fine tuning to appreciate. Those hardened by years of Bollywood drama unwilling to experience subtleties at play need to get in touch with their emotional, loving, trusting self to truly enjoy this â€˜outreâ€™. A cursory , casual, inattentive viewing would be downright unfair. That attitude is best reserved for the laugh-a-minute-riots which often grace our screens.
Is film making only about story telling? If yes, then how different is it from reading a book? Imo it is in the the magical usage of tools of cinematic expression that differentiate a classic from a perfunctorily shot story. Can you imagine what “Deewaar’ can metamorph into if shot by Scorsese? This is where Saawariya scores. Or then read Dostoevskys short story
Rani Mukherji has never looked as beautiful. Her dialogues were superbly written and superbly enacted. Every little lift of the eyebrow, a cock of the head seemed measured, yet not rehearsed. Not overtly over done, despite the demand of the character, in perfect balance, as if she knows exactly how sheâ€™d look and what effect even a wag of a finger is bound to create.
Ranbir Raj or Ranbir Kapoor is a discovery who will enchant movie goers for a long time. He was simply brilliant. His fragile character, interluded with boyish passion, charm, wit, innocence, effusive and poignant stays with you as somebody you know you will continue to love. He has made a dent in ones psyche, enough to last a lifetime.
Sonam Kapoor could not have asked for a better debut vehicle. She was lovingly presented, carved to perfection. Not a classic beauty, she grows on you through the perplexity of her character and the dynamism of her personality. She would have to be choosy of her future assignments. Not everyone is SLB to have spent years in grooming her. For success and accolades to sustain, talent has to be honed as a continuous process and resting back on laurels would be disastrous.
Zohra Sehgal as Lillipop is the last word in acting. She is an institution by herself, unmatched and incomparable. Her portrayal and its layering contributed vastly to the films claim to classy performances.
Salman Khan had little to do as far as histrionics go. But his star quality lent the character a solidity and foundation it required.
Impeccable an immaculate set designs which were a stellar character of the film came across as an embodiment of SLBâ€™s take on a beautiful world physically but intrinsically one which enshrouds human sorrows as much. In other words despite the perfection of ones surroundings, it is the mind which makes or mars the perfection as a whole.
Suffering is not confined to an address.. its universal.
Virtual marriage of cinematography and direction is more apparent in this movie than any other. To be able to translate a directors vision is no mean task. The two technicians have to be perfectly synchronised. Art is mostly personal. Cinema, contrarily is the only form of art which involves a team. Therefore its imperative that each member find a space of synchronicity to operate from. Sanjay and Ravi Chandran have achieved this imaginatively.
Aural contribution by Monty songs and background score complimented the film superbly.. crafted to excellence.
There were flaws I confess. References to Raj Kapoors films, or scenes meant to convey lineage/tribute diminished the pristine quality of the tale that sought to be conveyed. It was not needed. Also to my mind, the story/ screenplay in the second half was a tad forced. The progression continued well till Raj promised to bring Sakina home. It should have carried on directly to the shock of Salmanâ€™s return. The detour to Rani, a song and a fight was jarring. This also turned into a continuity faux pas, since after the fight, when Raj is shown bruised, his next scene with Sakina displays none. Which brings one to believe that the additions in-between were an after thought perhaps to increase Raniâ€™s footage and relevance. Affected the wholesomeness of the film imho.
Apart from this, the film has enchantment as its cutting edge which is saying a lot. Reminiscent of â€œEdward Scissorhandsâ€ a fabled tale which brought out the genius of Tim Burton, Saawariya is on similar lines. SLB comes across as a true movie visionary. Take a bow SLB..you deserve it.
In short as gulabji would say.. â€ I likes itâ€ An aside..Why do I get the feeling that the usage of â€œJejus â€˜â€ and such â€˜likesâ€™ were sourced from the effervescent Rakhi Sawant ?
To conclude..A splendid effort at providing an uncommon insight into the torment of innocent hearts in an ethereal land.