Links: Reviews of Satyagraha, One Direction: This is Us, Shuddh Desi Romance

These three films ranged from meh to please-god-let-this-end-NOW.

Ten things Satyagraha taught me, best summed up by the last point:

The Anna Hazare camp must be truly desperate for publicity to suggest they’ve inspired an unholy mess like Satyagraha. Especially since it comes up with perhaps the worst slogan ever (presumably to mirror “I am Anna“) — “Janta Talks, Janta Rocks”. Janta also walks, out of the film.


Morgan Spurlock’s documentary One Direction: This is Us is quite insipid, but when you have fans that can shriek like 1D fans can, who needs any more excitement?

The young girls gathered hours before and sang One Direction songs. They squealed at the sight of the standees of One Direction band members once inside. When trailers started playing, they chanted, “We want This is Us!” They booed Amitabh Bachchan when he tried, via an advertisement, to spike interest in the new season of Kaun Banega Crorepati. There were a few whimpers when the national anthem was played and when the film finally began, the screams and whoops and squeals made it impossible to hear anything of the film for the first 10 minutes. It was other fans exhorting the squealers to “please shut up so that we can hear Harry/Zayn/Niall/Liam/Louis” that finally led to sporadic moments of quiet.

Sporadic because every time the band performed a song or one of the members appeared shirtless – both happen very often in One Direction: This Is Us – the auditorium erupted. PVR probably spent all night drying up the drool left behind at the end of the screening.

For me, the real story is in the making of this documentary: How Morgan Spurlock Became A 1D Fan. But I doubt either Spurlock or Simon Cowell will ever let us see that film.

Shuddh Desi Romance was strictly ok. And really, if a Mills & Boon addict doesn’t fall for a rom-com, you know it’s not quite hitting the sweet spot.

The big question in a love story, ultimately, is whether or not the stars in it have chemistry. With the much-talked about 27 kisses in the film, you’d expect chemistry to be bubbling forth like a lab experiment gone brilliantly right (or terribly wrong). The sad truth is that the kisses in this film barely sizzle. The ladies and gent go for the liplock with the regularity of a news bulletin and the kisses are about as exciting. They don’t give the impression of people unable to keep their hands off each other. Rather, it seems like the kissers are simply following directorial instructions. That’s not the sort of performance that leaves romantics with a tingly feeling.


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