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I’ve seen this movie twice now, with both viewings almost over a year apart; the first time I loved it, I gushed, I cried, I got warm fuzzies, I adored. The second time I rolled my eyes a lot.
I’m a jaded, bitter, angry adult now folks, and nothing is going to give back my youthful cheer.*
Here’s the thing, I like this movie. I think the plot, story, acting, costumes, locations, the music… everything come together to make this a beautiful, touching film but for some reason it just fell flat on me last night and I was not charmed.
I know exactly the reason why: Shah Rukh Khan.
Before I get an earful about how amazing he is and how beautiful he is and how this-and-that he is please just understand that post-Indian internship Erin cannot deal nicely with SRK. Things happened, opinions were ruined, someone was a complete DBag…etc.
Now, while I can still respect him as an actor and for his body of work, the relationship he has with the audience and the love he inspires I cannot, myself, watch something like Ae Ae O without feeling the need to emphatically roll my eyes several times.
Billu, in my opinion, should have not fussed about renaming SRK as “Sahir Khan”. If he’s going to essentially play himself with nods to Shah Rukh Khan films he might as well have spared Kinko’s the effort by not having them erase his name and change it on the posters. There are plenty of posters, and banners and movie posters and merchandise all brandished with “Sahir Khan” that would have saved considerable time, effort, money, resources by just keeping SRK SRK.
Why they chose to defer to an alias when everyone just assumes he’s playing himself anyway is unknown to me. It’s weird, really.
Not to mention that for me, personally, SRK seemed to really be dialing it in on this performance. I don’t blame him, as a character Sahir has no depth (Except at the end. Maybe.), he shows up on screen, does some dance moves, squiggles around an item-girl-cameo, waves at the adoring crowd and slithers off in an overly-embellished leather jacket.
If you’re going to dial in a role, this is the one to do it.
NOT to spend my whole post ragging on our beloved King Khan, let me just continue onwards.
This is one of the few movies I like Ms. Dutt in, and I think she does a great job of being an impoverished, star-struck Maa. There was something so rustic and relaxed about her that I typically don’t see. Maybe it’s a director, maybe it’s the role, maybe it’s magic. Who can tell, and who is going to listen to me try to explain it? No one.
Irrfan Khan is an actor I’ve always loved. He’s so brooding, so serene…. he brings a nice dejection to Billu’s character that really helped me to relate to him on screen. He’s humble, he’s dirty, he’s quiet, he’s withdrawn. Wah. He’s wonderful.
While I have my qualms with the film, and may not be as awe-struck as I was the first time ’round I won’t deny that the soundtrack is brilliant in its diversity of styles; ranging from ballad to rock to folksy to hip-hop**; neither will I rob the production of praise for its cleanliness, style and overall beauty.
**or rather my totally wrong, Opera student perception of “hip-hop”
Today my thoughts are filled with mandolins, chubby Shah Rukh, and yellow mustard fields! It’s DDLJ to the max!
As of February DDLJ has been playing in theaters for 750 weeks at the Maratha Mandir Cinema in Mumbai.
Can you guess where I will be on one of my weekends? If you guessed going to ever screening that I can shove into my schedule, you’re absolutely correct!
Actually, in my mind, the experience goes something akin to this daydream I had about the same time I found out I had the internship…
I’m working as KJo’s personal assistant, and he shoves me in a rickshaw (oooer) and sends me to the theater saying he’ll meet me there with a “surprise”. True, I think it’s an odd situation, but I’m KJo’s assistant, I’m bound to run across something wacky sooner or later. Anywhoots there I am in the lobby of the theater, kind of miffed that he’s late. I hear a faint, “Erin!” shouted and I turn dramatically, my hair fanning out and gently slapping my face in a very seductive manner. As I raise my eyes (because everyone looks at the floor while they’re spinning. Duh) the wind machines start and my hair billows about me. I lock eyes with Shah Rukh, staring at me in his very Shah Rukhy, irresistible manner…and we weep at each other.
The daydream ends somewhere with me falling on my face and chipping my teeth on the floor. Although, Shah Rukh is so distraught at my pain that he spends the entire film whispering his lines in my ear.
1. I obviously have a very over-active imagination.
2. 70% of me thinks this will actually happen.
3. There are filmi wind machines all over the place in India, right?
Regardless of my absurd fantasies, I will be seeing DDLJ in theatres, and I will probably cry from excitement.
You know what I just thought of? It won’t be subtitled! O well, as it’s one of my top 5 films, I think I know most of the lines by heart anyway.
(p.s. 35 days until I land in Delhi and head off for my Camel adventure!)
Also, the songs were not subbed. And we all know how that might be my number one petpeeve of all time.
*Update: I’m hardly eloquent, thankfully L is! While not a BollyBlogger she did take some time and post her thoughts about My Name is Khan. They flesh out all of my holes and offer deeper insight into what I was attempting to say. Her post can be found here.
**Also, I understand that my title for my post is not at all in harmony with the timbre (woah, a lot of music terms right there) of my post. That lesson you learn in forth grade about not titling stuff until after it’s written? Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention that day… ;)
***The huge gap at the top of this is making me angry. I’ve tried to fix it. I can’t.
Directed by: Aziz Mirza
I hadn’t seen a Shah Rukh movie in over a month (a new record since the 6 month hiatus last year. A bleak time) so in honor of his new found Twitterdom I cracked open the Netflix envelope I had laying around and popped in Yes Boss.
This was also my sister’s first run-in with my man, the King and had my marvelous SRK DVD collection been anywhere BUT in Idaho (I was in Indiana at the time) I would have preferred to introduce her to something like DDLJ, KKHH, K3G, or the ever power conversion tool: Om Shanti Om and the marvelous, greased up and sexy abs. Yum. But, as it was I had to make do with what I had.
For the first 30 (or so) minutes I could not get into the story. I was yawn city. However, once the crazy and twisted “what the heck is he doing to himself and Juhi?!” love triangle started I was as onboard as a person can be.
Here’s what saved the film for me (Love triangles aside):
1. Reema Lagoo. One of my top three favorite filmi Maas! (I mean, we all know how I feel about Kirron Kher…) She’s just so real and motherly, like she would make you mango lassi and aloo chaat every day after school and throw an extra gulab jamun in your lunch tiffin just because she wanted you to have a good day. She also comes across as tranquility personified, and that’s very comforting.
2. Juhi Chawla and Shah Rukh the couple. Ahhhhh, I wish they were filmed together more often! She’s so wholesome looking and he’s so golden boy. They’re like “the couple” in high school (I was that couple, oddly enough… but I digress…). I loved all of their little “dates” that were just brimming with laughter, that’s what love is: fun, and they had it with extra to spare. They are sweethearts and they just compliment each other so well! I need to hunt down more of their movies.
3. Juhi’s comedic timing is perfection. Especially the “sad statue” bit. She didn’t have a ton of laughs in this movie (she was too busy being crossed and double crossed and “playing a farce”) but when she did she played them up so wondrously.
4. Shah Rukh’s ties. They were horrendous. I don’t know what was worse, the Marylin Monroe, acid/emo tye-dye or the Jafar (as in Jafar from Disney’s Aladdin) tie. I’m so glad the 90s are finished.
5. Costumes in general. They were tragic. 90s fasion sort of looks like everyone is wearing a pillow case. Ugh. There were some redeemable bits, like SRK in pastels (ALWAYS good!) and Juhi’s pink sequined dress, but otherwise it was another reminder about how grateful I was to have been a child in the 90s and not a teen or young adult. Phew!
6. The songs! None of the songs on my disk were subtitled, which was a HUGE bummer. HELLO! They are a HUGE part of the action and story of a film! What’s the deal?! It was the same in Paa and I was just so annoyed. How much extra can it cost to ensure that the audience knows what is going on? I don’t even care if I just get vague ideas about the words/ideas, even that would be great, but to leave out the subs all together is just so frustrating. That being said the music really was great, nice and 90s-ish YRF-esque music.
7. Switzerland. Enough said. Mountain dancing, the man in a heavy coat the girl in chiffon and no sleeves, galavanting in snow, epic helicopter shots, running towards eachother… A-One! (or should I say “first class”, since that’s how the weather was described before they went to Swizty?)
8. The epic and random showdown at the bad guy’s Lair of Seduction for Beguiled and Put-Upon Girls. There is glass shattering, a broken fish tank, a delaration of pyaaaaar, and out of NO WHERE Shah Rukh’s Maa walks in. Talk about greatness!
9. Karwa Chauth. I love Karwa Chauth moments! I don’t know why, but I always get sappy and weepy and all romantic. Maybe I am a softy, somewhere down under my tough skin.
10. I thought I could think of ten things… but now the last one is eluding me…
However, I did get to watch this with K and L when I came back to Idaho and it was just too fun. It’s totally a watch-and-commentate-along kind of film. I attempted to Video-Blog (“vlog”) about it with L but it didn’t work out for a few reasons… I have TB or something so I have a man voice and am litterally strung out on medicines that make me insane and I was acting realllllly drunk (we are both, in fact, Temperance types, I think L played along acting drunk to make me feel more stable… ) but I’m uploading them anyway, since I spent so much time on them (i.e. not)… please enjoy my degradation and check out my super awesome B’wood hair swoosh at the beginning.
Also enjoy: how I obviously hadn’t gotten out of my Immaan Dharam thing, since I mock it, my bare and beige apartment room (I had been deep cleaning and dusting so everything is missing) my squeaky laugh, my attempt at being civilized, my extreme Laguna Beach-ness, and basically a 4 minute summary of everything I just typed up.