Firelick

A perfect Sunday morning it was, just the kind of day that seemed liked nothing could go wrong and the mood was all upbeat as if symphony was being played in the background.

Lazy slumber interrupted by the bright sun rays falling on the face I started my day by logging into my online ventures. Things seemed normal until a friend of mine pinged me on Google talk. A movie was discussed, agreed upon and joy knew no bounds. Voila! I was going to see Rockstar. Finally the movie for which plans were drafted, almost executed but never implemented was going to happen. I had read numerous reviews of the movie but someone with the calibre of directing JAB WE MET couldn’t go wrong could he?


Reached mall by when movie had still more than 2 hours left. My friend and I embarked into Costa Coffee. Genius a chap would have been to name it so. Coffee left us with a hole of 500 bucks but we moved on, multiplex was good as expected and kudos to Cinepolis for coming up with such kind of leg space. Bingo! Rockstar was about to unravel! I will not go into the details because frankly speaking I only remember so much though being fresh out of the movie.


First half was a stroke of genius to say the least. How witty an adjective is “Palang Tod” to describe a girl especially newly introduced Nargis Fakhri? Just enough humour, suspense, romance and calming effect to leave the audience gaping at the end of it. I should have held onto my horses but I already had concluded in my mind that this movie is worth every nickel spent so far. Little did I know that what’s going to unfold as second half was going to be atrocious.


As happens in most of the bollywood flicks Ranbir Kapoor and Nargis Fakhri ramify. They go their own way and the movie also starts to ramble in its own vague way. Ladies and gentlemen frankly speaking I always heard of songs befitting into a movie but this flick is about movie wedged in between a series of songs. Song after song so on and so forth and a series of events sandwiched in between. Ranbir is arrested in Prague then in India, then again in Prague and I am not too sure as to where this recursion ended. You might also find an endorsement of a B-Grade movie named “Junglee Jawaani” sporadically. I swear on god, I thought of lighting up the whole multiplex and fleeing through the Emergency exits half way into the second half. The florescent lights that highlight its(emergency exit’s) presence were so appealing BUT I sat through the torture. I had lost the whole plot but the songs continued which reminds me that I have made a mental note of never again wearing a T-Shirt which has strings dangling through the collars, they could turn suicidal. To sum up the second half:

i. Nargis Fakhri has leukaemia and she undergoes bone marrow surgery.
ii. Ranbir is psychedelic and continues on his spree of bashing the reporters, getting caught by cops and similar irrational stuff.
iii. Songs and more of it.

The good thing was, by now movie was approaching the end. I had a small ray of hope that there would be a meaningful end but that was crushed brutally. Movie concluded without any conclusion. Just like that names started scrolling from the bottom of the wide screen and people started moving. I was staring helplessly at the crowd that someone would protest and demand a better ending but looked like everyone had surrendered.


Such was the end to an otherwise brightly started Sunday morning. Office beckons and I feel relaxed after sharing my thoughts. Some of you might disagree with my take on the movie but I would like to clarify these are purely my views. I am a cog in this democrapic wheel and I have every right to have my opinion. If you agree well and good, if you don’t we can sort out the matter in comments.


Wishing you all a very happy week ahead and to me, well a better spent forth coming weekend would do.

Rahul.