Just got back. OK, here's the skinny (possible SPOLIERS):
Parts of Family are great, truly great. Some scenes are absolutely terrific. For instance, Amitabh Bachchan amidst the "old dons," Bachchan at the police station (Vijay Chauhan, anyone?), Bhoomika Chawla's confrontation with Bachchan at the hospital — all are marvelously handled. Honestly, though, most of the scenes are above average. Even Akshay Kumar stuff (he's not in the movie for very long), though very different in feel from the rest of the movie, is enjoyable. Here, however, comes the film's most glaring issue: Kumar's scenes have absolutely nothing in common with the actual movie. This film has no fucking idea what it wants to be. The lighting, background score, color-saturation, cinematography, atmosphere...everything, could not be more different between scenes. Akshay Kumar's stuff is Karan Johar, whereas Amitabh Bachchan's is like Ram Gopal Varma. This might sound like kind of a neat concept, but, trust me, it's not. If you were to walk into the theater late, you'd likely be pleased, no matter where you walked in. After the scene changed, however, you'd think the projectionist slipped up, and put in a different movie. Post-intermission, things do settle, somewhat, but then the characterizations go all nutty. The whole angle of Aryeman's friends helping him catch Viren Sahai feels more like something out of a "Goonies-esque" adventure, than something from a serious drama. Kumar's pre-murder sequence (which happens to be a song), feels like something you'd expect in a "coming-of-age" film (e.g., Lakshya), before "the burden of responsibility hits the protagonist." Again, the song isn't bad, but it makes no sense in preceding what happens next, or in following what has just taken place. Hell, the film cues you to its ridiculousness right at the beginning, when, after the obligatory "spoiled kid gets in trouble scene" is followed by a "bawarchi" song that seems to belong in Shah Rukh Khan's Duplicate.
As far as performances are concerned, again, Akshay Kumar leaves the film pretty early. While he's around, he's Akshay Kumar; if you like him, you'll like him, if you don't, you might not. He gets one terribly uncharacteristic "hip-hoppy" musical number, and an action sequence. Speaking of the latter, it's amazing how it comes into play; it's as though, one moment, everything is perfectly fine and coherent, and the next — mid-scene — someone blows a whistle, and the fighting begins, as though, the moment of the fight had arrived, but the film hadn't quite managed to reach it, in its storyline.
Aryeman ranges from bad–OK. He's good with the action, but he doesn't have the histrionics to back up some of the emotional scenes. He just isn't a very good actor when it comes to sincere performance; it seems as though he's a novice, not quite sure what to do in front of the camera.
Bhoomika Chawla is good, but her role is small (what else might one expect from a gangster film, anyway?). Luckily, her scenes are allow her to turn in a consistent performance, so she ends up looking even better than she should.
There are plenty of guest stars, including some people from yester-year, whom you didn't even know were still around, in the industry: Kader Khan, Gulshan Grover, and Raza Murad all show their faces, only to be almost instantly forgotten.
As though being utterly erratic weren't enough, Family showcases a fair number of inexplicable moments, as well. Things happen just becuase they must, not because it makes sense for them to. Akshay Kumar's fight scene was one example. Another is the "item number" song sequence of Aryeman, and the other, of Akshay Kumar. Shit just happens. A board is amazingly on fire at a movie theater. Of course, a kid is fallen (and he can't get up) in the middle of a stampede of frightened people. Kumar's whole death sequence is about as "stock" as it gets (though the actual "death" is pretty cool [though even it incorporates gross over-kill, likely just to make Kumar out to be even more a tragic figure]). Aryeman and his porn-loving friends (complete with an over-weight guy, who reminds you of the over-weight kid from The Goonies [yes, another mention of it]), at times, are able to pull off shit that would make James Bond glow green with envy. How the hell are these "nau-sikhiyay kids" so adept at out-performing the most notorious gangster — and his army — in the universe?
OK, it's time: Amitabh Bachchan. He's great, but his characterization is poor. It's that simple. Honestly, some scenes are a delight to watch, simply because they seem to be straight out of Agneepath...I mean straight out of it. OK, so it's not so much the "scenes," as it is Bachchan. This actually makes one wonder, though: did Rajkumar Santoshi just stand there and say, "OK, now give me Vijay Chauhan...no, no: MORE VIJAY-CHAUHAN! PUT THE 'DINANATH' IN IT, MAN!"? Santoshi seems seriously bent on having it come off that way, and it actually works...at times. This is almost solely because Amitabh is still the greatest actor ever, and can pull off such a part (also, the "mood" is right, but then — again — individual "moods" are usually right, in this movie). Bachchan dresses like, talks like, and contorts his face like Vijay Dinanath Chauhan did, at the dawn of the 1990s. It's great, but there's a problem: Vijay Chauhan was a character; Viren Sahai is more a caricature. Barring Amitabh's performance, the film does little to round out Sahai. Every iota of emotion behind Sahai, is, at best, "implied." Not once do we actually get to see Sahai's heart; we don't even get a glimpse. Everything is "meant to be understood." After a point, this just transfers into laziness on the part of the production team. A lesser actor wouldn't even have been able to make you believe that there exists a heart in this don.
There's been some talk of Bachchan's inability to dub some of his lines. Well, it's true, and that's a huge problem. There are only two scenes in the film in which the lines are not dubbed, and you can tell, instantly, when they come up. You're immediately sucked out of the already-shaky plot, as you wonder why the hell Viren Sahai suddenly sounds like he's very far away, in a large, empty hall, somewhere. This isn't a "forgivable" problem. Family isn't a student film, wherein these things can be explained, then understood: it's a major motion picture. If the movie's not ready for release, it ought not to be released.
So, there it is. Family shines at parts, several parts, but the parts seem to be from vastly different films. It's like sub-par Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham meets sub-par Sarkar...starring two-dimensional Vijay Dinanath Chauhan...and Aryeman. It's very difficult to rate the film. Scene for scene, there's much variation, with an average of about 7/10. As a whole, however, the movie gets a 1/10–2/10. This is perhaps the best example, to date, of why a movie must be a movie, and not a montage of good moments.
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