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Hate Story 2
A worn-out plot with flatly executed scenes of punishment and a lacklustre leading girl; Hate Story 2 is too trivial to be erotic or arousing.
It's easy to determine the interest of public by the frequency of lighted phone screens throughout a showing or once the atmosphere within what ought to be attentive show hall resembles a loud coffee shop wherever folks are available in for chitchat and cappuccino with a random channel barking in the background. Hate Story 2, which implies to hold on the titillating heroic tale ambience of its 2012 forerunner, was the recipient of such cheesed off indifference within the theatre I watched it this morning.
Under the other circumstances, i might have protested however this 2nd one, directed by Vishal Pandya, in Hate series is as spineless, brainless, insensitive and sexless as the 1st.
Like Subhash Ghai's boneheaded Kaanchi, Hate Story is a done-to-death vendetta drivel regarding a horrid politician with a creepy chess fixation (Sushant Singh), a miserable mistress with a disturbing dagger fetish (Surveen Chawla) and a toy boy fancying her from photography category (Jay Bhanushali).
I have watched YouTube tutorials that supply a lot of careful camera tips and technique than what is taught during this lame photography lecture. Still what I witness directly when is this so mind-bogglingly daft; I resolve to not expect any shred of intelligence within the reels to follow.
The one wherever Bhanushali woos Chawla, a sampler:
"My girlfriend broke up with me. Since i wrote and sent LOL once she messaged regarding her pet dog's death. LOL means that Lots of Love na?"
"Silly, LOL means that laugh out loud. you are simply kidding, na?"
"But, hey, I made you LOL."
Lour out loud is a lot of am fond of it.
But Chawla is not a lady of discerning taste.
She is endlessly affected by Bhanushali's cloddish antics and Hate Story 2 hurriedly goes to
document what it believes to be the 'erotic' part of the narrative.
You know the keywords -- swimming bath, bikini, lip-lock, love associate degreed remixed version of an previous sensual melody (Dayavan's Aaj Phir Tumpe during this case).
Only the couple in question perform the wet bits with such a pained urgency, the desperation to get over and done with the gimmick before long passes on to the spectator as well.
Doesn't take a lot of of an I.Q. to work out what happens once a possessive, politically connected bully learns of his girl's liaison with another.
But Hate Story 2's laziness is during a league of its own, even a traffic congestion demonstrates a lot of character and unpredictability.
Forget logic, novelty or dynamism, Pandya's film does not even possess the sentimentality to supply a singular moment of sympathy for its purportedly battered heroine.
Chawla's transformation from an odd, unarticulate victim to a gun totting avenging angel dodging cops, goons and press is idiotic.
On and off epileptic fits aside, her utterly manicured fingers, salon-treated hair and distracting footwear clearly do not convey the anguish or trauma of somebody who's spent lots of your time buried alive during a coffin.
Speaking of that, a pal of mine said the trailer of Hate Story 2 reminded him of I Spit On Your Grave 2.
Fleeting resemblances aside, I will now safely say HS II is like Teletubbies compared there to utterly skanky torture erotica. (But my ingrained hate for those annoying vibrant thingums beloved to toddlers is another story.)
This one may be low on gratuitous gore however it's no less torturesome. I did not look after Surveen Chawla's hysterical shrieks and obvious face. In a dramatic scene, she virtually yodels out Akshay-ay-ay-ayayay (Bhanushali's character) with the fervency of Tarzan. I did not look after Jay Bhanushali's feeble contribution as eye-candy either. And there's Sushant Singh, sporting a fierce mustache, doing the standard grunting/grimacing routine while frequently cracking a bunch of inferior 'Baba kehte the' couplets that neither amuse nor amaze.
A stale plot with unconditionally dead scenes of retribution and a lacklustre leading lady; Hate Story 2 is too trivial to be titillating or thrilling.
The only memory I walked out with is that this supremely funny scene wherever half-a-dozen cops collect on the spot of murder to arrest the killer and walk off yield the blood-stained dead body still tied to a seat with Arijit Singh harping something regarding dil and wafaa.
Now that ?
That made me LMAO
CityLights
Citylights is a story we have seen many times before. However, the execution of the film by the National Award-winning director Hansal Mehta makes the film intensely gripping and thought-provoking.
The film tells the story of Deepak (Rajkummar Rao) and Rakhi (Patralekha) who migrate from a Rajasthan village to the city of dreams, Mumbai, for job, money and a better life. Once they reach there, they realise the city is not what it promised to be. While she has to take to dancing in city's seedy dance bars, he gets lost in the maze of black money.
The film tells the story of Deepak (Rajkummar Rao) and Rakhi (Patralekha) who migrate from a Rajasthan village to the city of dreams, Mumbai, for job, money and a better life. Once they reach there, they realise the city is not what it promised to be. While she has to take to dancing in city's seedy dance bars, he gets lost in the maze of black money.
Hansal Mehta's direction adds an extra dimension to this film. Rajkummar and Patralekha slip effortlessly into theirrespective roles. Manav Kaul, who plays Rajkummar's friend and co-worker, also delivers an exceptional performance. Be it cracking a lame joke or scaring Rajkummar or helping him out, Kaul does it all with ease.
The interplay of emotions and how the couple copes with city's hardships are the high points of the film.
Citylights is painfully honest, like my film Zakhm: Mahesh Bhatt
In one of the sequences, frustrated that his wife works in a dance bar, Rajkummar reaches home drunk and demands that Patralekha performs for him just as she does for the clients. Her anger bursts through and she beats her husband till he comes and takes refuge in her lap.
In one of the initial scenes, the wife is made to strip in order to get the job in the dance bar. Later in the film, Rajkummar and Manav are made to take off their clothes too. Equality, did we hear?
However, the film has a few howlers as well. For instance, Deepak is a villager and doesn't know English but is shown reading an English newspaper. Later, Kaul gifts Rao a house bigger than the one he himself owns.
In one of the initial scenes, the wife is made to strip in order to get the job in the dance bar. Later in the film, Rajkummar and Manav are made to take off their clothes too. Equality, did we hear?
However, the film has a few howlers as well. For instance, Deepak is a villager and doesn't know English but is shown reading an English newspaper. Later, Kaul gifts Rao a house bigger than the one he himself owns.
The film is not meant for audience which wants usual Bollywood fare. Its climax, for example, may disappoint many but is likely to gain its own niche audience.
