It was expected to be an extravenza, it turned out to be a staggering stunner. The lightning scene transitions. Hallucinating stories sprinting parallel with each other, ultimately discovering each other wound up and entagled in a finale chaotic simplification. The wild genre of Dhan Te Nan. Frequent eruptions of background score. Tripodless camera. Elevations and depressions of the undiscovered mean ‘fides’ of hitherto unreveled and untested ‘vada pao’ of Indian cinema.Meanness with an unexpected innocence behind. Innocence accompanied with meanness. The reason behind every step taken. The ‘necessity’ of every reason. The significance of every necessity. The pros and cones of every character dependent and independent on each other simultaneously.
Eyes were an absolute blinkless affair. Senses were throughout on the verge. Vishal Bharadwaj hits straight at the cerebrum. The first movie which I didnt see leaned backwards on the comfortable Audi-1 theatre. I was consistantly acute forwards, scene after scene, blink after blink.
Finally I took a breath after 2hours and 10 minutes.
Each and every scene of Kaminey, each and every plot of its well-structured mythology made me learn in a different way altogether. The close-ups of Shahid and everyone else were worth learning for an actor like me. When and where and most importantly, HOW to take camera angles to frame which type of scene. Every scene had a specific essence, with a unique of its own background music, its own rectangular screen dimensions. The direction brought volcanic grip, analogous to a genre of Hollywood’s dark ‘fides’.
The real magic lied in the script infact. How a small stammering innocent child who passed on the edge in sixth standard due to a classmate crush who broke his heart by making fun of him, later in his life takes decision to desert his wife one hour after his marriage. How come two brothers who used to eat half-eaten fruits of squirrels together in childhood reach a stage when they are ready to kill each other for a guitar, one to save his Sveety, and the other to have a run on ‘chhota fortcut’ to success. Someone doesnt take an airline offer from a barking witness coz he loves bitches. Someone is ready to sell his fifteen year idealism of Jai Maharashtra for whimpy lures. Someone kills his dying brother to get one more phone call chance for his own life. Someone is Kamina enough to stab anyone who comes in the way to achieve blood painted stones of diamond amidst dying moments.
Everyone is ready you know, to pull ek mirchi aur do neembu out of you and drag you to a race of life where ghode bhagte nahi, girate hain. Life gives you chances accidentally- to fulfil your dreams, dreams which you dont see coz you want to achieve something; dreams which you see coz you think boundary-less infinite is possible. Har chaand pinjare mein band nahi ho sakta. Every face is a magic box- you open up a wrapper, you confront a new unexpected one. Often we dont know whether is it justified to capitulate on this available ‘chance’ which life bestowes. We decide Yes, and end up sc****** lives of ourselves and all others involved. We decide No, and end up repenting on the opportunity which ‘could have been’ ours. We often dont know what to do, when we are told and we know we can do, we pull ourselves back. Just for a lame reason that we dont know the consequences. We dont know the repercussions either. Failures make you strong – everyone says. But what when failures create a permanent fear, crippling you for the course of lifetime. Psychology may answer it, every person isnt a psychiatrist.
The concepts of Gandhigiri or Rang De Basanti dont work in every scenario. For day to day choices of small and minute steps of life, we reach an in-the-end conclusion ki ye duniya bahot hi kutti cheez hai, aur ek kutte ka ek hi jawab ho sakta hai- Kaminey.
My exuberance awaits for yet another marvel from Vishal Bharadwaj. After Imtiaz Ali, I can knight someone with the Cult Status in my eyes.
Kabhi ham kaminey nikle
Kabhi doosre kaminey
…………… here is revealed the truth of life.
Snehil Basoya.
[I withdrew my name from the Rendezvous Stage Play Team and have joined the Street Play. I received a nice compliment from one of my friends –‘ Matlab tune prove kar hi diya ki tu sirf hagg sakta hai, acting karne mein fatt gayi’. Inspired by these lines, my next blog after a few days ……….. The Art of Street Play.]
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