Thank God for Bollywood’s independent film movement! No big budgets, no super stars, no glitzy locales. Just a smart story, smartly told with a bunch of smarty-pant actors who have nothing to boast about — no brand equity, no blockbuster fees, no million dollar vanity vans — only an overabundance of talent.
For the record, it was this off-the-mainstream movement which gave us some recent sparkling gems like Khosla Ka Ghosla, Johnny Gaddar, Parzania, Black Friday, Mumbai Meri Jaan, Aamir…to name just a few. Now, it gives us Sankat City, another edgy take on Mumbai’s gutter and grime which makes for riveting cinema. Pankaj Advani’s landscape is a page out of Shantaram’s Mumbai’s: the sunless back alleys, the junkyard garages, the C-grade film shoots, the sleazy lodges, the small-time bars, the shadowy godmen and gangster dens. And so are the characters: Guru, a petty car thief with a yen for fish, Mona, a twopenny crook with a derring-do that defies everything, Faujdar, the wacko extortionist, Ganpat, the wicked and wizened car mechanic, Gogi, the junk film producer, Sikandar Khan, the flop actor, Suleiman, the heartless assassin….It’s a motley crowd of drifters and losers who have just one thing in common. They all want to chase the Mumbai dream and get rich quick, any which way in a metropolis that allows ample scope for thuggery and crime to peacefully co-exist with law and order.
I saw Sankat City yesterday. It was quite a mediocre movie — certainly worth a watch at home, but Kashyap’s praise was quite unmerited: this is a rather safe film in every way that pushes no margin, and isn’t especially well-made. The film can’t be enjoyed purely as a spoof or as con film, because it can’t decide which it wants to be. But it does have a few enjoyable moments (my favorite is the taxi driver talking about his long lost brother, and how he is naturally going to recognize him because of the half-amulet each has), although far too many cliches (the south indian; what bollywood films are all about; the godman, etc. etc.).
Som 9 July 2009
11:01:15 am
Thank God for Bollywood’s independent film movement! No big budgets, no super stars, no glitzy locales. Just a smart story, smartly told with a bunch of smarty-pant actors who have nothing to boast about — no brand equity, no blockbuster fees, no million dollar vanity vans — only an overabundance of talent.
For the record, it was this off-the-mainstream movement which gave us some recent sparkling gems like Khosla Ka Ghosla, Johnny Gaddar, Parzania, Black Friday, Mumbai Meri Jaan, Aamir…to name just a few. Now, it gives us Sankat City, another edgy take on Mumbai’s gutter and grime which makes for riveting cinema. Pankaj Advani’s landscape is a page out of Shantaram’s Mumbai’s: the sunless back alleys, the junkyard garages, the C-grade film shoots, the sleazy lodges, the small-time bars, the shadowy godmen and gangster dens. And so are the characters: Guru, a petty car thief with a yen for fish, Mona, a twopenny crook with a derring-do that defies everything, Faujdar, the wacko extortionist, Ganpat, the wicked and wizened car mechanic, Gogi, the junk film producer, Sikandar Khan, the flop actor, Suleiman, the heartless assassin….It’s a motley crowd of drifters and losers who have just one thing in common. They all want to chase the Mumbai dream and get rich quick, any which way in a metropolis that allows ample scope for thuggery and crime to peacefully co-exist with law and order.
Read the rest of the review HERE
Som 9 July 2009
10:48:05 pm
Taran talks about Sanket City
Qalandar 10 July 2009
04:28:54 pm
Thank god for Rimmi Sen.
Qalandar 17 July 2009
10:37:17 pm
I saw Sankat City yesterday. It was quite a mediocre movie — certainly worth a watch at home, but Kashyap’s praise was quite unmerited: this is a rather safe film in every way that pushes no margin, and isn’t especially well-made. The film can’t be enjoyed purely as a spoof or as con film, because it can’t decide which it wants to be. But it does have a few enjoyable moments (my favorite is the taxi driver talking about his long lost brother, and how he is naturally going to recognize him because of the half-amulet each has), although far too many cliches (the south indian; what bollywood films are all about; the godman, etc. etc.).
Rimi Sen was the best thing about the movie.