Confucius says, “People
who live in glass houses, should undress in the dark”. He also says, “Man with forked tongue should
not kiss balloon”. Aaah what am I doing. I am probably making an ass of myself just
like one of the finest actors in Indian cinema.
The worry is that he will be making the same mistake again – about 2
years from now. A fact that is made
amply clear at the end of Vishwaroopam.
The 3 hour ordeal of watching one of my favourite actors making a fool of himself starts with a Kathak Class somewhere in New York City where he is teaching 6-7 girls to perform Kathak to a Tamil song. Erm. Haven’t we got the co-ordinates a little bit wrong here? And he is looking as gay as anyone can (I would like to clarify that I am not homophobic but it was just not required to go overboard).
The 3 hour ordeal of watching one of my favourite actors making a fool of himself starts with a Kathak Class somewhere in New York City where he is teaching 6-7 girls to perform Kathak to a Tamil song. Erm. Haven’t we got the co-ordinates a little bit wrong here? And he is looking as gay as anyone can (I would like to clarify that I am not homophobic but it was just not required to go overboard).
Now his wife –
Mrs. Nirupama Vishwanathan (which would make our hero Mr. Vishwanathan) is a
hot woman (Pooja Kumar) who can barely lip sync in Tamil – is planning to get a
divorce because she suspects something wrong with our man. Much worse, she even looks old enough to be
his daughter (which she is pretty much as a matter of fact).
So she sends a
private dick after our man who by then has played host to his maternal uncle
and an American friend Dawkins (Miles Anderson) and one of his students Ashmita
(Andrea Jeremiah). Private dick figures
out that our hero is not a TamBram boy but a Tam Muslim guy. Jesus!!! (did I just add another religion to
the fray?)
Anyways, hero
manages to lose Private dick but latter gets caught in some warehouse from
where news about him snooping is passed on to a one eyed terrorist looking guy
called Omar (Rahul Bose). He senses
something wrong and asks for more investigation. Hero and wife get taken in by
terrorists. A few mins later, just as
Omar realizes who hero is, carnage ensues and true face of hero comes to the
fore.
I do not have a
problem with people from this part of the world attempting the espionage
genre. The problem is that they make it
into one random masala flick while attempting a serious espionage
thriller. And they just make a joke out
of the finishing. One of the reasons that
I liked Agent Vinod was that while it was a masala movie, it was finished well.
About 2 years
back I had mentioned Pooja Kumar in a review (one of my favourite pieces of
writing) of Anjaana Anjaani. I had
mentioned that she was the otherwise saving grace in a disaster of a
movie. I had also recommended some touch
up in the acting department. A pity that
Ms. Kumar doesn’t read my reviews and hence has gone south (literally and
figuratively) in terms of her acting (or should I say, the lack of it).
Whats worse than
that? The fact that 3 great actors – Kamal Hassan, Rahul Bose and Shekhar Kapur
could not inspire the rest of the cast to come up with something worth looking
at. Everything about Vishwaroopam was
disappointing. Badly edited – nearly 3 hours!!!
At least 30 mins could have been cut.
Cinematography – all green screen shots looked like green screen shots
(chipkaoed or stuck).
The story was random
and the screenplay made it even worse.
Most of the dialogues – and I was hoping that the Tamil version had good
dialogues – were slapstick at best. Casting
disasters strewn all over. For what its
worth, the only person who seemed to have put in an effort was Rahul Bose – and
he has dubbed himself which is great.
The only saving grace – better than RA One. Not the worst of the year. 3 on 10.
Trailer on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8l2nlFQ3X8M
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