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Mayank Shekhar
FILM : CASH
DIRECTOR: Anubhav Sinha
ACTORS: Ajay Devgan, Zayed Khan, Ritesh Deshmukh
Since this film's songs began to appear on television a few weeks ago, I meant to check for my personal knowledge the lyricist's name. The hit-track reads, "Crazy with desire, You're my mind-blowing Mahia." There's another (the better one) that goes, "Cash meri aankhon mein, Cash meri baahon mein…" The credited writer is Vishal of Vishal-Shekhar fame, evidently much better with his music than with the pen.
But as you enter the theatre, you realize that piece of writing is infinitely superior still for a film that is entirely unwritten. It's merely been shot. It's set in nowhere, and is truly about nothing.
At an early scene, the heroine (Shamita Shetty), an Indian High Commission cop in Capetown (or whatever it is that she plays), solemnly looks at her hero (Devgan, a top crook), and suggests her admission of love, "I love you more than possible." "Any less would not do," the hero shoots back. The leading lady thinks of an adequately poetic retort for a second, a confounded expression on her face, and timidly whispers, "Mind-blowing." She rushes away. You know from here on, the cushion on your multiplex seat will remain your only friend through the show.
Many minutes after, you find the airline passenger who's been narrating this film's story to a girl sitting next to a fairly tacky first-class seat. At one point when she interrupts, he says he cannot decipher his audience, and whether he should offer them a side-track or the main-track. This is possibly the screenwriter's voice. It would have helped to have at least a pretense of one "track".
The over-all concern here is centred on certain precious diamonds that's been passed on for generations across the seas, and five Indians who appear interested in it now. This heist where lone wolves send an entire city and its cops into a tizzy in a second is a top-secret operation. Such a top-secret plot that it's kept from us even by the end of the film.
As if the assemblage of world cinema's greatest actors on one poster wasn't an assault enough (Shamita Shetty, Sunil Shetty, Zayed Khan, the three top-rated talents in particular), you fidget on the seat-cushion to realise they're not even supposed to do or say much, if they're not on a bike, a sledge, or hanging from a helicopter. Between an unexplained car-chase, aerial race and gun-shot sequence almost every alternating minute, a B-grade wannabe film-tripper Kill Bill animation strip appears from the edit machine to introduce the actors the nth time, or repeat a given sequence.
It's a feat in fact, worthy of books of record, that so many man-hours, besides hard money could be expended for such little. The making of it should be the piece to watch out for.
There's good trash. There's bad trash. In between, a rare indecipherable pit, such as this one called Cash. Enough, it seems has been laundered on it. I'm sure you have better uses for your own entertainment bucks.
mumbai news
1/5
FILM : CASH
DIRECTOR: Anubhav Sinha
ACTORS: Ajay Devgan, Zayed Khan, Ritesh Deshmukh
Since this film's songs began to appear on television a few weeks ago, I meant to check for my personal knowledge the lyricist's name. The hit-track reads, "Crazy with desire, You're my mind-blowing Mahia." There's another (the better one) that goes, "Cash meri aankhon mein, Cash meri baahon mein…" The credited writer is Vishal of Vishal-Shekhar fame, evidently much better with his music than with the pen.
But as you enter the theatre, you realize that piece of writing is infinitely superior still for a film that is entirely unwritten. It's merely been shot. It's set in nowhere, and is truly about nothing.
At an early scene, the heroine (Shamita Shetty), an Indian High Commission cop in Capetown (or whatever it is that she plays), solemnly looks at her hero (Devgan, a top crook), and suggests her admission of love, "I love you more than possible." "Any less would not do," the hero shoots back. The leading lady thinks of an adequately poetic retort for a second, a confounded expression on her face, and timidly whispers, "Mind-blowing." She rushes away. You know from here on, the cushion on your multiplex seat will remain your only friend through the show.
Many minutes after, you find the airline passenger who's been narrating this film's story to a girl sitting next to a fairly tacky first-class seat. At one point when she interrupts, he says he cannot decipher his audience, and whether he should offer them a side-track or the main-track. This is possibly the screenwriter's voice. It would have helped to have at least a pretense of one "track".
The over-all concern here is centred on certain precious diamonds that's been passed on for generations across the seas, and five Indians who appear interested in it now. This heist where lone wolves send an entire city and its cops into a tizzy in a second is a top-secret operation. Such a top-secret plot that it's kept from us even by the end of the film.
As if the assemblage of world cinema's greatest actors on one poster wasn't an assault enough (Shamita Shetty, Sunil Shetty, Zayed Khan, the three top-rated talents in particular), you fidget on the seat-cushion to realise they're not even supposed to do or say much, if they're not on a bike, a sledge, or hanging from a helicopter. Between an unexplained car-chase, aerial race and gun-shot sequence almost every alternating minute, a B-grade wannabe film-tripper Kill Bill animation strip appears from the edit machine to introduce the actors the nth time, or repeat a given sequence.
It's a feat in fact, worthy of books of record, that so many man-hours, besides hard money could be expended for such little. The making of it should be the piece to watch out for.
There's good trash. There's bad trash. In between, a rare indecipherable pit, such as this one called Cash. Enough, it seems has been laundered on it. I'm sure you have better uses for your own entertainment bucks.
mumbai news
1/5
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