Saturday, September 22, 2012
Anyway, while penning the film, rediff.com critic, the acerbic Raja Sen imagines how the director may have convinced the ever-wonderful Kareena Kapoor to do the film... (Observe how every critic has only words of praise for the Kapoor girl.)
It isn't hard to picture just how Madhur Bhandarkar pitched this film to Kareena Kapoor, India's highest paid actress. (I naturally assume a script wasn't involved.) 'Kareenaji,' I speculate the director would have said, 'this film will make you Meryl Strip.'
'You mean Streep?' Kareena perhaps interjects.
'Yes, same only, just with more skin show. So we can show off not just how good an actress you are but also how tiptop your body is. We'll make you do everything, from playing insecure to bipolar to furious to arty. Matlab Kangana plus Priyanka, madam.'
At this point Kapoor, weary (as one gets) of all those hundred-crore moneyspinners that have featured her merely as arm-candy, sighs, and looks over above the fireplace in front of that Asian Paints emulsified wall. On the mantelpiece she spots a gap, a gap just large enough for a National Award. She smiles but hesitates. (She might have watched Jail, you see.)
The director lays out his trump card: 'The former number one heroine was to do it, but now it's you.'
Film as coronation, as it were, the ultimate endorsement. She giddily signs on, and Bhandarkar, armed with three years of Stardust back-issues, starts to write what we might as well call a script.
See what I did there?
The full review here.