“Oh she just can’t act!”
“Can’t stand him. Kaise ban gaya actor?”
“I think that film was a total rip-off.”
“The movie had some potential but the story fell flat. Pch.”
Though these are a few snatches from a typical house party banter , I think the most pathetic one till date is the last one. It saddens me to hear to constantly hear the word potential tagged to Bollywood movies. On one hand, a banal plot line (or the lack of one, usually) can hardly qualify as potential. On the other, there are those films that just seem to have it all – a good plot, a good cast, good dialogues – technically speaking the film is right there, waiting eagerly to be appreciated, but that annoying yet extremely significant X factor seems to be amiss. That’s when ‘it is’ turns into an ‘it-could-have-been’. It is tragic, considering all that potential slowly fades into oblivion, only to be known as crap.
You seldom find a Bollywood film, that makes you want to sit and ponder long after the film is over. Or one which makes you sigh in the end with the thought that three worthwhile hours of reel have finally come to an end and that it’s time to greet the real and cacophony instead of background music. Even if one does come long, it usually gets lost in a sea of mind numbing mediocrity that includes many Munnis, Sheilas, Dabaangs, Gundaays and the like.
Ah well, I’m done with my preamble. I finally managed to watch a movie that sort of defies the above said things. “Highway” was a breath of fresh air, with the perfect blend of simple yet excellent cinematography, a minimal yet great cast, soulful music and above all moments that were poignant enough to replay constantly in my head long after the film was over. I’m not here, however, to delve into details and provide an in-depth movie review. I think there are way too many of those on the internet. But of course, if you were to sit and analyse the script, there would be flaws, as it seems from the lack of a staunch plot. However, the film itself is along the lines of an introspective journey, which isn’t about reaching the final destination. I suppose the whole point was to just enjoy various delightful aspects of the film, rather than being a Freytag stickler for a good story-line.
My sister and I barely spoke on the way back home. It took a while for me to come back to the ennui of a hot February afternoon. Right then, I got a call from a friend, and I’m still figuring as to what exactly got me all choked up on the phone instead of sticking to my customary “What’s up?”. I guess it was a classic case of post-movie feel. In that case, hats off to Imitiaz Ali, the director of the film.
I’m glad that there are such Bollywood films to look forward to, bordering along parallel cinema. There is going to be an eternal bunch of ravenous critics of course, waiting eagerly to pounce on every blip and glitch in a film, and probably write it off entirely with the paradigmatic use of “the plot falls flat” phrase. Well, each to his own.
If you happen to be one of them, do take this one lightly. “Highway” has made use of all that potential, collecting dust under the red carpet.