Love and progressiveness: Are Bollywood romances losing their verve?

Ranveer Singh and Alia Bhatt in a still from ‘Rocky Aur Rani Kii Prem Kahaani’

Some of the releases in recent weeks suggest that mainstream Bollywood is in a self-reflective mood. Like the customary transformation scene in family dramas where the ageing generation gives in to the views of their kids after resisting change in the first half, Bollywood bigwigs seem eager to scrutinise the stereotypical tropes that once defined their point of view. They are questioning and scratching off entrenched patriarchy, casual everyday sexism, and gender and cultural biases that have blighted our society and cinema alike in the name of tradition and custom, but in the process, they are losing out on the verve and lilt that Hindi film romance once possessed.

Perhaps propelled by the ripples that some of the content on OTT platforms has created or spurred by the will to challenge their legacy, marquee banners are indulging in introspection. It is reflected in Rajshri Productions’ Uunchai in 2022, Nadiadwala Grandson Entertainment’s Satyaprem Ki Katha and Bawaal and Dharma Production’s JugJugg Jeeyo and Rocky Aur Rani Ki Prem Kahaani (RARKPK). Even Anurag Kashyap who promised a parallel universe to mainstream fluff got caught in this game of catching up with the youth with Almost Pyaar with DJ Mohabbat. So did Luv Ranjan when he mounted Tu Jhoothi Main Makkaar earlier this year.

A Punjabi and a Bengali family overcome their cultural differences and learn progressive lessons in ‘Rocky Aur Rani...’

A Punjabi and a Bengali family overcome their cultural differences and learn progressive lessons in ‘Rocky Aur Rani…’

Veil of change

In RARKPK, Johar has even tossed a low-hanging metaphor — swad wahi, soch nayi (same flavour, new philosophy). The experiment requires courage to get over the obstacles of experience and ego but a closer scrutiny suggests that the change is only cosmetic and the new philosophy demands a newer way of putting across the message. At present, it is a case of neither here nor there as the subversion remains adsorbed on the surface. The noble intentions behind these films often feel contrived as if the creators are chasing applause for their message, only to revert to the status quo for their trusted multiplex audience. This renders their efforts seem more pretentious than impactful. The romantic build-up in the movie RARKPK, between a Punjabi ‘heartthrob’ and a journalist from an intellectual Bengali family lacks the intensity that could be overlooked by the stagy but progressive second half. Cinema like all art is about intent and gaze and here it feels like the film pauses to pontificate like a generic television soap. We are having a dialogue on male insensitivity towards women by taking Ranveer Singh to a lingerie shop.  We are making the hero dance to ‘Dola Re Dola’ to join his prospective father-in-law, a Kathak exponent.

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The screenplay reads like a PowerPoint presentation against cancel culture and surprisingly, after all the fuss over making parents see the parallax in their world view, the girl makes peace with the father of the boy who comes across as a misogynist. Similarly, in JugJugg Jeeyo, the sexist attitude of the father played by Anil Kapoor goes unpunished. It is like pushing the envelope and then gingerly pulling it back lest it offend the audience who loved Kuch Kuch Hota Hai for promoting make-up as a must for girls and the notion that short dresses attract unwanted male attention. Essentially, in Bawaal, the Varun Dhawan and Jahnvi Kapoor-starrer is bloated out of proportion perhaps to match the scale of the producer’s image and the urge to reach out to an international audience. The film literally keeps requesting the audience to be open-minded to accept the bizarre idea of a couple learning to bury their differences when the teacher husband is schooled on the pain and sufferings of the Jews during the Second World War. Hindi cinema has sold even more bizarre concepts to the paying public in the past but in those films, the makers were not trying to be too clever by half.  

A still from ‘Bawaal’

A still from ‘Bawaal’

Bawaal is not the only one in recent times that could not hold on to its one-trick show. Aanand L Rai’s Atrangi Re, a quirky love triangle on mental health, also could not pass muster once the director showed his cards.

The premise of Bawaal could have worked if Varun was shown as a primary school teacher in the Uttar Pradesh village and the couple learnt from the sufferings of one of the episodes of the freedom movement. But, perhaps, the makers were keen on making a big splash. Director Nitesh Tiwari recently said that every film could be subjected to scrutiny when viewed through a magnifying glass. It is true but the details invariable come out when the director fails to hold suspension of disbelief even in the first viewing. Music plays an important role in the process but the big shots are borrowing from the past to sustain the love stories of today. Johar has to rework Madan Mohan’s 1966 composition Jhumka Gira Re to hook the audience of today.

Originality is definitely in short supply and cheating is also a difficult art to master.

In mainstream Hindi films, the audience investment has more to do with how emotions are woven and expressed. Physical intimacy alone can’t help you sail through as Aditya Chopra discovered with Befikre.

In Bawaal, while the lead actors fail to sell the premise, Manoj Pahwa is absolutely relatable as the father of the protagonist. Similarly, in RARKPK, while the chemistry between Ranveer and Alia could not seep through the bling, Dharmendra and Shabana Azmi could not stir latent emotions and Jaya Bachchan looked out of place, Tota Roy Chowdhury could still find his way into our hearts amidst the shrill atmosphere and shallow writing.

Recently, a veteran popular cinema enthusiast told a journalist that the love stories of today don’t have the aaramdayak dard (comfortable pain) that the cinema of yore used to provide. Take Hrishikesh Mukherjee’s Abhimaan or Basu Chatterjee’s Rajnigandha for instance. The films haven’t aged in 50 years. Their message is still relevant and the love story still provides goosebumps.

Screenwriters often say that society has changed and romance is no longer the same. But we have seen in Zara Hatke Zara Bachke and Satyaprem Ki Katha that if set, cooked, and cast well, Hindi film romance could still conjure up magic that could help in papering over the cracks in the screenplay. In the past, we have seen the likes of Prakash Mehra, Manmohan Desai, and Subhash Ghai fading away for they resisted change in their storytelling after a point. But it is also important to remember the popular fable where an ageing jackal accidentally falls into a vat of indigo dye while escaping an attack by wild dogs.

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Drenched in a blue hue, he presents himself as a new creature and finds a new lease of life in the cut throat ways of the jungle. However, he could not resist the urge to howl for long and one day when a heavy downpour washes off his blue coat, he gets exposed.

Watching some of the recent works of our top-notch film producers and directors gives one the sense that pushed by the OTT challenge they are deliberately falling into the vat to wear a new coat but finding it hard to keep away from the howl that defines them. The moral of the story is that one should be true to oneself.

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Bawaal Review: Janhvi Kapoor, Varun Dhawan Stand No Chance Of Rising Above The Muddle

Janhvi Kapoor and Varun Dhawan in Bawaal. (courtesy: varundvn)

There probably is a thin patina of novelty on the fanciful, smug plot of Bawaal, but the hubbub that it kicks up by intertwining unrelated things yields a bewildering clutter

Director Nitesh Tiwari isn’t anywhere close to replicating his Dangal form here. His new film is a love story, an anti-war plea and a commentary on fake narratives rolled into one. It all comes apart at the seams.

The drearily didactic, underwhelming film makes an equivalence between something as routine as a floundering marriage and the horrific plight of those who perished in Hitler’s concentration camps.

Produced by Earthsky Pictures and Nadiadwala Grandson Entertainment and streaming on Amazon Prime Video, Bawaal is a tiresome and facile yarn that goes on and on about an inept history teacher in Lucknow and his unhappy wife who, even as their marriage is falling apart, undertake a tour of World War II locations, including Anne Frank’s home and an Auschwitz gas chamber. The longer their peregrination lasts the less sense it makes.

The girl is a college topper. The guy is an average bloke who thrives on talking up his accomplishments. The woman’s favourite writers are Tolstoy, Shakespeare and Tagore. The man hasn’t graduated beyond Diamond Comics.

The young lady likes Scent of a Woman, Life is Beautiful and Good Will Hunting. The husband is into Jurassic Park, Spiderman and Titanic when he isn’t consuming Hero No. 1, Jodi No.1 and Aunty No. 1. A world separates the two.

Ten months into a marriage that is going nowhere, the man, his wife in tow against his wish, flies to Europe to brush up on his knowledge of World War II. Like the film, the voyage hops from point to point without making any point that could be regarded as genuinely revelatory.

The Bawaal story is credited to Ashwiny Iyer Tiwari and the screenplay to four writers (Nikhil Mehrotra, Shreyas Jain, Piyush Gupta and the director). What the team delivers is an anodyne, half-baked thesis on war that equates the wages of military conflict with the emotional price of not giving a marriage a chance to stabilise itself.

Marred by a wobbly script and uninspired execution, Bawaal is an escapist movie would have passed muster has it not bordered on the mendacious the way it does. It seeks to divert the attention of the audience from the miseries and scares that are looming over the modern world and urge them to cast their minds all the way back to the atrocities that the Nazis committed in Europe over eight decades ago.

Do we, given the times that we live in, need to go so far back in time in order to construct a commentary on mankind’s propensity to run itself into the ground? It smacks of overt artifice. The film’s critical plot points are so contrived that the last thing that one would be able to do is defend them by the means of logic.

Ajay “Ajju” Dikshit (Varun Dhawan) is a school teacher whose heart isn’t in the job. Dissatisfied with his lot in life, he lies left and right because he does not want the world to know how much of a loser he is.

The tall tales that Ajju trots out to his students about his imaginary feats have takers all across Lucknow, the audience is airily told via a voiceover. Either the whole city is hopelessly gullible or our guy is a dissembler who can do no wrong.

When Ajju marries a comely achiever Nisha (Janhvi Kapoor), he chooses to cold-shoulder her completely because she has a medical condition that he finds embarrassing.

When Ajju runs into trouble with a legislator (Mukesh Tiwari) and is suspended by the school for a month pending an inquiry into his conduct, he decides to make a trip to various World War II sites and deliver video lectures to his students from the spot. He thinks that would be a good way to turn public opinion in his favour.

He also pulls a fast one on his bank-employee father (Manoj Pahwa). He feigns that his wife will be accompanying him to Europe because only then is his dad likely to fund the expensive trip. The neglected Nisha learns in the nick of time what Ajju is up to. She scuttles his ploy to cut her out of his travel plans.

The European sojourn, which sees Nisha and Ajju visiting Paris, Normandy, Amsterdam, Berlin and Auschwitz, throws the couple into unforeseen situations that bring to light the stern mettle that Nisha is made of. A few of the run-ins, especially an extended one involving a Gujarati family on the same flight as them, are supposed to evoke mirth. They do, but not quite with the intended result.

The facile storyline has a consistently hollow ring to it. Stretching the idea of learning from history and not repeating mistakes of the past to encompass the fallout of the Holocaust comes at a heavy cost – it robs Bawaal of any possibility of being taken seriously, no matter how morally outraged the makers might appear to be at what happened when Nazi Germany invaded the rest of Europe.

Be happy with what you’ve got, do not covet what isn’t yours – that time-worn homily is meant to be the principal takeaway from Bawaal. Does one really need renewed edification couched in a tale that is part a sanctimonious denunciation of war, part an indictment of insensitive, self-serving masculinity.

If not exactly screechy, Bawaal is horribly preachy. The film’s two lead actors, notwithstanding the palpable enthusiasm that they bring to bear upon their roles, do not stand any chance of rising above the muddle. Janhvi Kapoor and Varun Dhawan go through the motions without ever finding a way around the dead-ends that they frequently hit along the way.

Bawaal is as fake as its fibber-hero – a film that masquerades as cinema’s equivalent of an agony aunt who wants to mend a marriage on the brink of annulment even as its larger aim is to deliver a pat truism about man’s inhumanity to man. The exercise, no matter how offbeat it seems, inevitably sinks into a bottomless trench.

Cast:

Varun Dhawan, Janhvi Kapoor

Director:

Nitesh Tiwari

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