Sure does leave you speechless..if not ‘wordless’…as the title suggests.
At the outset, expectations from the film pre-viewing, were not something to write home about. RGV’s reprising failures, a major contributory factor. However, one’s hopes were pinned on the decision making process of Amitabh Bachchan, which leads him to accept/reject a script and consequently his compliance in assaying the character.
Perhaps this film has proven once and for that the infallibility of both the artists, as in humans, was not a myth after all.
Lets not even attempt comparisons with ‘American Beauty’ subject wise, which one suspects however, has been the trigger for the rather dismal story line of Nishabd. RGV ain’t no Sam Mendes, who incidentally debuted with the aforesaid film.
Its pointless to elucidate on the premise..its common knowledge.. of a not so common prevalence. So heres the 60+ ‘Vijay’ aka Amitabh Bachchan, ( chuckled at the attempt to recreate the magic of ‘Vijay’ of the 70’s..darn!! is this what ‘that’ Vijay’ has metamorphed into!!) placidly comfortable, enviably placed, professionally, personally, photographically( could not control the impulse to alliterate) well ensconced in his life, when in steps young Jiah or rather Jee….aaahhhh, and out goes Vijays jiya !
What rankles is not the ludicrousness of the situation..after all Men will be Boys, lust is ageless, boredom is a given and all of the other logicalities men passionately apply to such like incidents, but the lack of coherence in expressing throughout the coupla hours of screen time whether it was lust, romance, extra marital fling, or the much touted Love which led to the quirky scenes, meant to serve as screen play.
Vijays first meeting with his daughters friend left him unmoved..he barely noticed her, despite her in-the-face attire, loud, attention seeking body language, come hither looks to all and sundry. Therefore what followed had nothing to do with him, but her. The events that transpired were a construct of her mind, and our dear Vijay Bhai, putty like in her hands, or rather puppy like, succumbed.. without as much as a whimper.
What unfolded was like a text book version of ‘how to win a millionaire and influence him”. In other words, stereotypes of men like Vijay variety post 60 are those, stuck in a bored marriage, with a wife gone grey serving the needs of the family and therefore ‘in service’ for domestic matters, while the male is a latent volcano waiting to explode at the first crook of the little finger, or leaf teasingly traced on his ears, and an ‘I love you ‘ uttered stridently, with a bold, inviting glare, never ending legs, in display and there goes our man ..lusting, lunging, lurking after her, replete with ticking crinkly eye veins, hang dog expression, ready to throw out his aghast daughter and stunned wife, since he has ‘fallen in love’.. This was one occasion I wished to scream out something in the lines of ” How about rising in love , pal”??!!
There was a film called Joggers park’ which dealt with a similar emotion. The telling difference being, that the director chose to respect his characters, made them out to be worthy of your sympathy and empathy..so much that by the end of it Victor Banerjee, the ‘old man’ was not a horny ole guy but came across as one who had perhaps been exposed to freshness of youth and love of the kind in his rather boring, staid, dull, lifeless, emotional side, for the first time. It seemed real, romantic, plausible.
Nishabd was none of the above.
The character of Jiah was that of an 18 year old, the quintessential brat from a broken home, confused, a trouble maker, who thrives on getting her way and shocking people. Her one liners were amusing but hardly those which would make you bond with her sensibilities in manipulating a man old enough to be her grandfather, because she ‘could’..just another day in the life of a junkie kinda ploy..Her ‘takkia qalam’ or favourite phrase all through was ‘take light’..condescendingly advising ‘not to take seriously’..An advice I took seriously and so the title..
Our Vijay does not just fall hook line and sinker, but believes the advent of Jiah into his environs to be the Nirvana point of his life..then Soweeee sir.. you need to get your head checked and the Director needs to get his sensibilities.
Look this is not an objection based on moralities, or pseudo ethics, but one on lack of an in depth evaluation of what are the ingredients which transform your story from being borderline crassy to serious and classy. RGV, needs to ‘tabadtope’ go on an inner journey beginning with this hint question’ What do I need to do with my life’? Honestly, the maker of brilliant films like ‘Satya’, has erred another time, has fouled up crores and churned out ridiculous cinema..though this one is the rotten cherry on the stale cake.
Cinematography was so breathtaking that it made one want to cry , realising it being wasted on such juvenile representation of what could have been a brilliant film. The background score seemed to be out of ‘Bhoot’…for petes sake.. Why? One could sense the drastic resorting to measures of keeping the interest going kinda tactics, by the heavy, fiendish, score..it jarred..heavily.
AB, by the end of the film is someone you pitied..Naah..dont get me wrong..not as Vijay but as Ab, and the compulsions which led him to adopt this script..What on earth for? Money/need to resurrect his youth/ RGV and his glib talk,/or plain masochism..I guess we will never know..Its important that he gets to know though.. to save himself from further fiascos. His sincerity performance wise was touching, his professionalism sorely impressive…I mean..for this kind of inane film!
Jiah Khan is undoubtedly a discovery. She will go a long way, if she chooses to stay on course and desists from getting into B grade set ups. She was confidence epitomised, and sometimes transformed a bilge like scene into an arrogant statement which was unique and therefore interesting. She refused to be awed by the enormity of AB’s presence..rather life like portrayal.
The corrosiveness of the script, denigrated into unaesthetic peripheral facets being explored, devoid of delicate, tender, subtle questioning. With a lesser known actor as protagonist and even lesser known director, this film would have sunk without a trace. A certain respectability was foisted by the presence of names..but thats where it ended. Or rather it ended before it even began.
If this is how RGV translates love I am not surprised none of his relationships worked. Replace the woman with a toy who coquettishly says the right programmed words, pampers his ego, and there.. that connotes Love..Its not about loving her but more about a woman loving him.. dangerous liaisons.
Spare us this gyan though!
Take a break dear RGV..and do take some light!