Ishaan Khatter Starrer Beyond The Clouds And Varun Dhawan's October; Feel-Good Films That Will Drive Away Your Mid-Week Blues- PART 65

Wednesday is here and with that mid-week blues are here too. But don't you worry we got two feel-good films that can help you chase them away. Read on!

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Ishaan Khatter Starrer Beyond The Clouds And Varun Dhawan's October; Feel-Good Films That Will Drive Away Your Mid-Week Blues- PART 65
Beyond The  Clouds (2018):  Majid Majidi pulls out all stops to show us the underbelly of Mumbai, warts moles and all. The camera pans the suffocating crowds with easy grace, embracing the bizarre bazaar of racketeering and low-living with a kind of sighing interjection that is the opposite of hopelessness. Admittedly cinematographer  Anil Mehta does for Majid Majidi’s Mumbai what Subrata Mitra did to Satyajit Ray’s Pather Panchali. Without romanticizing the despair he shoots the frames with a beam of optimism. And  Dhobi Ghat never looked more intriguing. There is a  key scene of sexual violence silhouetted against the flapping white bedsheets spread out for drying. This would have looked laughably put on were it not for the director’s propensity to cut to the chase while chasing the drama of despair. Silhouettes play an important part in bringing alive the dark mysterious tragedy of Mumbai’s underbelly. At one point Aamir brings home the womenfolk of the man who has ruined his sister’s life and watches them bond through a  bedsheet put up as a temporary partition. In the shadows we see three feminine figures dancing laughing bonding. All these metaphors suggesting love lyricism and empathy in the midst of crime and deception could have given the film an aura of heavyhandedness.  Majidi Majidi uses the shrillest notes of storytelling to suggest the bathos of life and the sheer absurdity of seeking and miraculously finding compassion in a world denuded of simple kindness.

The message of hope and humanism shines like a beacon of light in the charged electric screenplay written by Mehran Kashani where the drama of the damned is not an affectation but a way of life. Right away from the very first shot showing a run-down hoarding for a cellphone company, Mumbai’s heartbeat throbs life and breath into every moment that Majid Majidi’s narrative exhales over frames that seem to embrace life in all its inglorious colours. In the very first sequence, we see our hero hopping off a  car in a distance across the road. Aamir is not up to any good, he never will be. Or so we think. The quality of life bequeathed to Aamir and his elder sister Tara(Malavika Mohanan) is such that beauty, harmony, compassion and other luxuries of a desirable existence are hard to obtain. And yet, this is where the humanism of Majid Majidi’s cinema comes into voluptuous play. Despite the abject seemingly irredeemable darkness, there is that spark of light igniting the soul. The film moves through two different narrative zones after the protagonist, siblings,   are separated by a crime. Aamir finds himself looking after and caring for the family of the very man (Gautam  Ghose)who brought on the disaster in his life. In prison, Aamir’s sister Tara learns a  lesson on two in humanism through her unexpected bonding with a little boy. I wish Malavika Mohanan playing the pivotal role of  Tara had held back a bit. She tends to let go of her emotional mojo in almost every sequence, making her character seem more hysterical than it should be. Gautam  Ghose as the man who brings disaster on the protagonists brings to his complex dark role some shades of unexpected empathy. But let’s not beat around the bush. It is debutante Ishaan Khatter who stands tall in a film where life dwarfs even the bravest. Ishaan’s Aamir is impetuous volatile and self-destructive. 

The character’s redemptive journey is undertaken by the debutant actor with honesty and vigour that are unmatched by anything we’ve seen in a maiden performance. Yes, a  star is born. Ishan Khattar is undeniably the hope of tomorrow…or is it today?  Director Majid Majidi places a hefty level of faith in  Ishaan’s raw uncorrupted personality to bring out the ugliness of  Mumbai’s underbelly. At one point when Aamir is about to barter his soul to the devil, I could clearly see the fear of doom in his eyes. This is an actor of no ordinary skills. Ishaan Khattar projects vulnerability and hurt in moments when brutality reigns supreme. The sound design is so outstanding I could hear voices in the backdrop discussing mundane matters in squirts of randomness that come and go to create a sense of uneasy rhythm.  And just when I thought brutality is the predominant mood,  on comes A R Rahman’s exquisitely quiet piano interludes in the background, a little at a time, reminding us that tenderness is just around the corner even when life sucks out all that is desirable, and life simply sucks. Adapting the higher scales from the musical notes Majid Majidi’s symphony on the underbelly of Mumbai plays out at an impossibly shrill pitch without losing the core cadence. The director is not alone in pursuing that pitch-perfect shrillness. Ishaan Khattar knows how that is done.



October (2018): In a film where everything that could possibly wrong for the characters, does go wrong, there is almost nothing that the director does that can even remotely be considered wrong. Shoojit Sircar understands and empathizes with the pulse of the working class, their fears and anxieties. It could be an abundant sperm count(Vicky Donor) or constipation(Piku). The anxiety never ceases. In  October it is death and mortality that bind the characters in a clasp of compassion, not in any obvious way. But in the way, the universe conspires to keep the world from falling apart. Juhi Chaturvedi’s writing is so lucid I felt I knew first-hand all the characters who populate her wondrous world of alchemized pain. The plot about an obdurate seemingly obnoxious hotel-management trainee, played with wilful gusto by Varun Dhawan, who decides that the quiet shy colleague Shiuli(debutante Banita Sandhu)  who has gone into a coma has some kind of bonding with him. Unsure of that thing we call love, Varun Dhawan’s Dan simply lives on the IDEA  of love, extolling its idealism to a point where his existence is defined by one casual 3-worded question that Shiuli asked her colleagues before she slipped into a long coma. The scenes in the hospital that follow, the distress of Shiuli’s family of mother, sister, brother and an insensitive uncle, is so cogently mapped in the narrative I could almost hear the sound of my own heart pumping as I walked in that hospital lobby with Dan.

Sections of the film where Dan befriends the comatose girl’s family vaguely resembled  Kumail Nanjiani’s  Big Sick. However, the resemblance is purely cosmetic. Deep down, October is a resolutely original exposition on love as defined by the rites of mortality. The characters are vividly etched and the credit for their firsthand accessibility must partly go to the wonderful actors who come together to act out Shoojit Sircar’s ode to the idea of love This is a deeply meditative melancholic drama filled with resplendent visuals of trees shedding leaves and flowers almost as if they were crying over the loss of love. The narrative is denuded of all elements of hysteria and melodrama. Studied and yet spontaneous, Shoojit Sircar’s outstanding grip over his narrative and characters is reinforced by the camerawork(Avik Mukhopadhyay) which celebrates the pulsating allure of Nature and Life while all around us, things fall apart and mortality seeps into our soul. Varun Dhawan navigates the film’s simple elegant structure through a  maze of life-transforming experiences which convey the unexpectedness of life as it suddenly swerves into death.




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