rg-22
Joined Sep 1999
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What the heck is a digital floppy camera - and where did they get one with as high a resolution as in the movie? One of the many mysteries of life.
Taal is an average movie. With slightly above average music in the generic mould of A R Rahman.
Subhash Ghai's extensive use of Coke jars throughout the movie, and the hotchpotch of scenes and plotlines stolen from other Hindi movies makes for jarring viewing.
Some very strange things go on in the movie, starting with the casting. Aishwarya Rai, while made of plastic, is beautiful, but rustic she is not. 'Dehati' women (and my knowledge of them may be flawed) seldom sport plucked eyebrows, immaculately waxed legs and shaved armpits. Though of course the alternative would mean audiences would have little to whistle at, so perhaps it is best to let that pass.
Akshaye Khanna's acting seems to consist of making weird faces - an absolute ham, if there ever was one. I'm saddened to see a person of Alok Nath's acting talent reduced to roles such as this. One can expect little else from Amrish Puri, who plays his stock-in-trade with all the same expressions that we have come to live from other brainless flicks. 'Mogambo' all over again.
The movie itself boasts of pathetic lyrics (where do they get the inspiration for this tripe?). Subhash Ghai's guest appearance jars more than an ST bus on the road to Pune.
The only saving grace is Anil Kapoor's acting. Akshaye Kumar would do well to take lessons from him - just the right amount of hamming for the most part (although the sentimental drivel being pushed across as acting by the others seems to affect him too in the end).
To summarize: this movie should never have been made. Take a few scenes from Hum Aapke Hain Koun, Dilwale Dulhaniya and Bombay and paste them together instead. Not that the result would be any better.
Also, the concept of using the Coke bottle for indirect kisses is lifted from Salman Rushdie's book, 'The Moor's Last Sigh.'
The problem is, audiences in India have become so used to worse films that rotten pig-kidneys like this movie become hits and the standards stay low all the time.
Taal is an average movie. With slightly above average music in the generic mould of A R Rahman.
Subhash Ghai's extensive use of Coke jars throughout the movie, and the hotchpotch of scenes and plotlines stolen from other Hindi movies makes for jarring viewing.
Some very strange things go on in the movie, starting with the casting. Aishwarya Rai, while made of plastic, is beautiful, but rustic she is not. 'Dehati' women (and my knowledge of them may be flawed) seldom sport plucked eyebrows, immaculately waxed legs and shaved armpits. Though of course the alternative would mean audiences would have little to whistle at, so perhaps it is best to let that pass.
Akshaye Khanna's acting seems to consist of making weird faces - an absolute ham, if there ever was one. I'm saddened to see a person of Alok Nath's acting talent reduced to roles such as this. One can expect little else from Amrish Puri, who plays his stock-in-trade with all the same expressions that we have come to live from other brainless flicks. 'Mogambo' all over again.
The movie itself boasts of pathetic lyrics (where do they get the inspiration for this tripe?). Subhash Ghai's guest appearance jars more than an ST bus on the road to Pune.
The only saving grace is Anil Kapoor's acting. Akshaye Kumar would do well to take lessons from him - just the right amount of hamming for the most part (although the sentimental drivel being pushed across as acting by the others seems to affect him too in the end).
To summarize: this movie should never have been made. Take a few scenes from Hum Aapke Hain Koun, Dilwale Dulhaniya and Bombay and paste them together instead. Not that the result would be any better.
Also, the concept of using the Coke bottle for indirect kisses is lifted from Salman Rushdie's book, 'The Moor's Last Sigh.'
The problem is, audiences in India have become so used to worse films that rotten pig-kidneys like this movie become hits and the standards stay low all the time.