Finally Khalid's review
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Googly on the Hooghly
By: Khalid Mohammed
May 23, 2004
Yuva
Cast: Too many to list, yoiks Om Puri as Meanie Ministerji
Direction: Whatever happened to Mani Ratnam
Rating: ***...albeit with reservations
A gulmohar red umbrella, a young woman’s teasing smile, a man torn between love in Kolkata and a cushy life in America. The camera catches all the varying emotions, gliding from a beautiful close-up to a hovering, hawk-like top shot.
Mani Ratnam the master craftsman, in his return trip to Hindi cinema long after Dil Se, is in techno form all right. But wait, the heart dips. Even chronic Ratnam buffs (present company included) will have serious trouble with Yuva, a rather plodding and ultimately purposeless account of three youngish men whose lives are littered with more agonies than you can count on your toes and fingernails.
Honestly, what was Mani sir thinking about? Since he has adopted the crisscross flashback-to-the-future narrative form of the Mexican global hit Amores Perros, all you can say very sorrily is that he should immediately quit watching DVDs. We prefer the writer-director of yore who once told his plots straight, with clarity and unencumbered by gimmicks. Sad.
Moreover, although certain elements may have been picked up from real life characters and incidents on a ferment-ridden Bengal campus, the screenplay is confusing and at points Greek, gobbledygook and Latin. Repetitive scenes, plenty of complicated politics (the concluding scene set in a state assembly is a hoot) and lack of motivation (a heroine tongue lashing a railway ticket checker) are as dismaying as reading a grammatically incorrect novel from a stalwart author.
Despite the continual jerks and disappointments, you don’t give up entirely on the ‘youth’ movie because of its several fringe benefits and pleasures like the ace ensemble performances, the rousing A R Rahman music score, the moody cinematography by Ravi Chandran and the set designs by Sabu Cyril. Expectedly, Mani Ratnam does inspire most of his cast-‘n’-crew to deliver their best.
Clearly, Abhishek Bachchan belts out a rigorous performance that proves once and for all that he has arrived as an actor. As Lallan the Lumpen, he’s one guy who carries a burden of believable complexities. Alternately loving and violent with his wife (Rani Mukherjee, graceful as ever), he tries to go straight but can’t because of the tide of circumstances. In a fit of pique, the wife aborts their first child, plunging Lallan into a vortex of depression and desperation.
The next story looks at the tough and tender moments between a student leader (Ajay Devgan, intensity personified) and his little girlfriend (Esha Deol, sweet and likeable), who’re often debating whether to initiate a live-in relationship. And hello, there’s the romantic kerfuffle about an incorrigible skirt chaser (Vivek Oberoi, appealingly boyish) who finds his match in a coquettish Miss Meera (Kareena Kapoor, bankably sensitive).
Whoa, three heroes are conveniently equipped with three heroines which may be perfect for a formula fantasy and the publicity billboards, but not necessarily for an attempt that aspires to be authentic and hard-edged.
Alas, compromises unlimited yields a distinct oddity. A shootout- cum-mobike-skid on a Hooghly bridge, which forever altersbe the destinies of the sextet, is picturised brilliantly. But again styles scores over substance.
If there’s a message of sorts—let the young takeover the government –it’s about as graspable as a slippery eel.
In support of Ratnam, it has to be pointed out that for some splendid moments like a lovey-dovey tram ride, the performances and the technical sheen Yuva is a notch a two above the ordinary. Don’t expect a Nayakan, Roja or Bombay and you won’t be too disappointed.