Showing posts with label Manish Dayal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manish Dayal. Show all posts

Monday, 20 March 2017

Viceroy's House


There are very few actors who will get me to the cinema on Monday night.  I caught the tv spot for Viceroy’s House during a rare occasion when I was forced to watch television adverts, and it was at the moment, that I realised Gillian Anderson had the pull to get me to the cinema and see a film that I knew nothing about.

PLOT:  It’s 1947 and Lord Mountbatten (Hugh Bonneville) has just been appointed the new and last viceroy of India.  Mountbatten has been given the task of withdrawing British rule and implementing a smooth transition to Indian independence.  With tensions running high between the political parties and violence spilling out onto the streets, Mountbatten must decide whether or not to split India into two separate countries, or keep the country whole.  END PLOT

My interest in Viceroy’s House began and ended with Gillian Anderson. It was only during the opening credits that I realised that I was about to watch a Gurinder Chadha film.  The tone of Chadha’s films is usually lighthearted and they always seem to capture the vibrancy of India through colour, music and romance.  They are a joy to watch and, for my shame, I admit that they are not watched enough.  Viceroy’s House does have moments of sweetness and the love story running alongside the main partition plot adds emotion and romance, but the overall tone is one of a serious drama.  It felt like a change of pace, but one I thoroughly enjoyed.

Unfortunately, my knowledge of the tensions between India and Pakistan comes from The West Wing so I have no real understanding of the situation, but, when the characters made reference to the religious divide in Ireland, I was able to see why they could draw this comparison.  The story focuses on the theme of politics being divided by religion with almost all scenes set in or around the Viceroy’s House.  This did not take away from the human cost, as the bloodshed on the streets and tension between former neighbours and friends was not glossed over.

Hugh Bonneville and Gillian Anderson lead the cast well and with ease.  I will point out that Anderson’s crisp accent was so sharp it could cut glass, but it’s only a minor quibble and I suppose it was to be expected when listening to a Lady of the aristocracy.  The performances of Manish Dayal and Huma Qureshi brought heart to the film and it turned out that I was very much invested in the romance between Jeet and Aalia.  I am getting soft in my old age.

The film is gorgeously shot, but you wouldn’t expect anything less from Gurinder Chadha.  There was a hint of a dance number but it quickly faded into the background.  I suspect this was purposely done as Viceroy’s House chose to commit to the format of a historical drama.  As with most historical dramas there were written closing credits but these did not focus on the Mountbattens.  I have no idea what happened to them or if they ever left India, but what I do know, is why this film was so important to Gurinder Chadha.  It made me love the film more.

I’ve never been so glad to venture out of the house on a Monday night. If it weren’t for a chance encounter, I would have missed Viceroy’s House completely, and it would eventually become relegated to a film I would watch on Netflix, half asleep, with one hand on my phone.  Viceroy’s House deserves much more than that.  It gets an 8/10.  I am now going to blow the dust of my copy of Bride and Prejudice.

Sunday, 14 September 2014

The Hundred-Foot Journey

After a decent pre-October run of horror films the cinema listings came to a grinding halt.  This is the only reason why a film like The Hundred-Foot Journey not only appeared on my radar but actually looked quite appealing.  I am the first to give credit to the Trailer Guy for elevating the promise of any particular film but this week’s gold star goes to the Release Date Guy.  Well played Release Date Guy. Well played.
PLOT:  After their home in India is attacked a family with no surname move to the Stepford French countryside and set up their family run eatery opposite Madam Malloy’s (Helen Mirren) Michelin Star restaurant.  Bicycles.  Onions.  Fireworks.  Indian spices revolutionise French cuisine.  END PLOT
I have never hated a film as much as I hate The Hundred-Foot Journey.  It has managed to knock Scott Pilgrim off the list of films I will show to my enemies as a form of torture.  Those of you who are blessed cursed enough to know me will understand the severity of that sentence.
With a likeable cast led by Helen Mirren and Om Puri, the quirky setting and gentle comedy The Hundred-Foot Journey had all the ingredients required to make a sweet little film.  Unfortunately the runtime clocked in at just over two hours and although there were some poignant moments the length made it abundantly clear that The Hundred-Foot Journey had no substance. 
The weak plot was so desperate to be inoffensive it ended up being the most watered down and offensive film I have seen in a long time.  It was shocking that a good idea could be so badly handled.  Gurinder Chadha should have been the director to take it on as she has the ability to bring genuine heart, colour and fun to a story.  Everything about The Hundred-Foot Journey was the opposite to what it should have been.
Helen Mirren, Om Puri and Manish Dayal did the best they could with the bland script.  There were some nice little moments when their characters bonded but I became so bored with conversations about omelettes I didn’t care about the characters/eggs/life by the time the film finally came to an end.
Initially the French countryside looked gorgeous but after realising that the film was set in 2014 it became a weird parody of over an idealised paradise where everyone cycles to the local market to buy pigeon.   There is no resemblance of modern day society until we get to Paris which is styled like a gluttonous whore in need of a good wash.  Luckily we head back to the safety of the countryside after a good 30mins of banging music and montages about the “science” of cookery.
I could have easily reviewed The Hundred-Foot Journey in three words - "It was shit".  I hated it.  It is a sad day when a film starring the amazing Helen Mirren is the biggest piece of crap I am likely to sit through in 2014.  The Hundred-Foot Journey was a never ending cycle of aggressive onion chopping, mushroom foraging, firework displaying, montages.  It gets 1/10.  Avoid.
How it should have ended.