Starring: Some old chump and a woman who should have stuck to playing badminton.
Producer: Same chump who wanted to work with a younger woman.
Director: Definitely lacks talent.
Rating: NO *
Love Aajkal is the breathtakingly vibrant new offering by Imtiaz Ali. Not only is the concept of two young people realizing that they're in "true" love after being separated for half a decade groundbreaking with its novelty but so also the execution of the stirring plot is brilliant in its audacity. The film seems to draw inspiration from "the fountain" in its casting of the same actor portraying characters in different epochs of time (although in this case not only are the characters different but also bear no relation to each other...i guess he ran out of funds to hire a different actor.. Recession is indeed a bitch)
Rumour has it that Imtiaz Ali thought to use a percentage of the earnings to help various charities tackling problems such as child labour & emancipation of women in Afghanistan and Zaire. But the noble deed could not come to fruition. If rumours are to be believed the director held a special screening for heads of 5 such charities and out of them 2 shot themselves, 2 killed each other out of sheer boredom and the only survivor did so by gnawing his right leg off.
However this did give the enterprising director the idea of using his brainchild to get back at some of those who wronged him in the past (stolen his lunch money, kicked him off his tricycle and other such heinous acts). The movie scores over its counterparts in that the director seems completely unsure of the direction he wants his movie to take thereby giving it a much more relaxed, spontaneous, helter-skelter feel that's lacking in the drab cinema of today. The director's apparent lack of creativity & obvious cluelessness manifest themselves not only in the subtleties of the vacant plot but also the beautifully crafted impressions of insipidness given by the primary cast.
The film makes the average movie-goer scratch his head, pull his ears,his eyeballs swivel in sockets as though hypnotized trying to make head-or-tail of a story that seems always to return to some point in the past which makes no sense. At the end of it said movie-goer realises that trying to understand the brilliance of a film of such sheer magnitude is an exercise in futility and therefore resigns himself to the fact that God is one & omnipotent and that we are all slaves to his sadistic will.
All in all a thoroughly spiritual viewing experience.
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Reply #7 on : Sat September 05, 2009, 12:23:56