The other day I came across a report on BBC about Bollywood’s remake of Oculus, a 2013 Hollywood horror/thriller. Now, those of you familiar with my thematic choices are well aware that I am partial to horror films, take, for instance, my reviews of Zibahkahana and Siyaah, on this very blog, but nothing could quell my excitement for an actual, well-made desi horror film. If you, like me, are tired of staple, sleazy fare, such as Ragini MMS, Raaz, and Creature 3D, then, this piece of news would be a welcome relief!
The review for Badlapur went up on the Dawn, but was edited for space, so I put the entire version here.
It is the one thing cinema going audiences crave – detailed and sympathetic portrayals without veering towards the simplistic, hoping our daily experiences are reflected in the films we watch without ever resorting to escapism or parody, all the while praying that if nothing else our filmmakers wouldn’t question our intelligence.
Khel, khel mein, khel, khel ki, khel, khel yeh aa jaye ga.
Haar jeet say, haar jeet kay, jeet haar sikhaye ga.
Khel, kehl mein…
Bring Farhan Akhtar and Amitabh Bachchan together under a Rajkumar Hirani and Vidhu Vinod Chopra banner and you are bound to have an explosive film (quite literally too!). At least that’s what one can gather from the trailer. It seems March is a month for thrillers, as NH10 and Wazir are both slated for release on the same day. Whereas the former is an Indian take on Afia Nathaniel’s road-trip thriller, the latter is a bomb-blasting, politically tinged, Delhi-based film in-sync with the current trend of terrorists, bombers, and daishatgards.
In Anurag Kashyap’s tried and tested tradition of ugly characters, sinister plot lines, and eerie aesthetics, NH10 is a rather timely venture on contemporary life in Delhi. As a true dilliwala, I cannot help but admire the visuals, and this is a first reaction to the trailer. Imagine what the actual movie would look like. From Anushka being stuck in a rather lonesome Delhi traffic light to the slowly towering ranges of the Aravalis, there wasn’t a scene that I had not witnessed, in fact, encountered, in my time in Delhi.