![The travelling cinema in Road, Movie](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yBRsxoY5ZLdbFVhK5LSpNCYRlsSvI8J8Kooax1PObhN-Bk2wtSiFAPE6YfzUlsWSdaGlArnYd3jQEOyqH-6Q6CpiROiiFmRM_I3r1TBc08uXeRH1icVz4XtqMIIXeQ5BcpDiSje-5g/s280/roadmovie.jpg)
Unfortunately Road, Movie doesn't resemble either of its models closely enough. Instead we watch Vishnu and his passengers—Mohammed Faisal as a footpath boy, Chatterjee as a gypsy woman, and veteran Satish Kaushik, who steals the movie from affectless Abhay—rolling across endless vistas of flat, featureless desert in search of a village festival at which to show their movies. The (existential) joke—mild spoiler alert—is that the the festival only materializes once they stop looking.
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Another joke, or at least I hope so: they quickly run out of water, but are able to drive for day after day without having to replenish their fuel. Ah, the magic of the movies!
Road, Movie is supposedly based on writer/director Benegal's experiences with a travelling cinema in Rajasthan. And there is a great moment when we watch a group of villagers gazing raptly at a scene from the classic Deewar (1975). But either Benegal had trouble getting rights, or perhaps he realized that showing scenes from classic films might invite unwelcome comparisons to his own effort. In any case, there are only two instances where a film-within-the-film is shown. And the second one, where a silent film comedy is shown to a group of impoverished Rajasthanis, is a scene straight out of the Preston Sturges comedy Sullivan's Travels (1941)—another road movie, come to think of it. Add in the improbable encounters with Chatterjee and with a too-easily-mollified band of dacoits, and Road, Movie satisfies neither as slice-of-life realism nor as an homage to past film classics.
![Aishwarya Rai in Action Replayy](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pv8q8_wpq4LMJYsUdQ7Um3tMh4Sa1P6G6HA2PgNy9RPSOl261kWwSoMbGzX0hfwiOJQIPHiFog7rbTSJ9cuboR3Z7j9cWwcpBfrU4uApukG-nRP7P6JUi9U8sxC458VnyxRmmLQO2g/s280/actionreplayy.jpg)
Anyway, the only justification for a plot this lame is to provide an excuse for some fabulous 70s fashions and music, plus some comic future-meets-past scenes. Most of these opportunities are missed, with the biggest disappointment being Pritam's distinctly uninspired musical efforts. Perhaps the anti-plagiarism indemnity director Vipul Shah allegedly made Pritam sign inhibited him; if there was ever a soundtrack that could have used some borrowing, it's this one. The Holi song "Chhan Ke Mohalla" the only number that's at all memorable. Which is not to say that it musically attempts to evoke the period, because it (like most of the rest of the soundtrack) doesn't:
Aish is the one bright spot in the movie, but the focus is unfortunately on Akshay. I won't even mention the story's regressive sexual politics, because there are too many reasons already to skip this one.
I didn't think that Action Replayy was thaat bad, but most people didn't like it. Okay, you need to turn your brains off to enjoy it...
ReplyDeleteLime(tte), I'm glad that you liked Action Replayy. There are definitely enjoyable songs, scenes, and performances (Aish is an underrated comic actress). And I certainly don't think that mine is the first, last and final word on the movie.
ReplyDeleteI confess that I'm not a big fan of brainless entertainment, but I don't object to it when it's actually entertaining. For me, Action Replayy wasn't nearly funny enough, and it didn't take full advantage of the comic (or musical) possibilities of its 1970s setting.
Thanks for your comment!