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Starring: Saif Ali Khan, Jimmy Sheirgill,Sonakshi Sinha,Vidyut Jamwal

Directed by:  Tigmanshu Dhulia

Yaaaaay….dosti! Hum nahin chhodenge. Kaise chhodenge?From Raj Kapoor andRajendra Kumar in Sangam to Dharmendra and Amitabh Bachchan in Sholay, filmy friendships have flourished with formulistic fervour in our films.

It takes guts to turn the conventional formulistic cinema about male bonding and revenge into a tightly-wound intelligently-scripted and judiciously executed drama of political subterfuge in Uttar Pradesh, a favourite haunt for Tigmanshu Dhulia’s cinema, here turned into a hotbed of intrigue and drama.

 

Bullett Raja

Bullett Raja

Bullett Raja is woven around characters who are not particular about the company or the morals that they keep. Politicians and entrepreneurs hobnob with criminals and criminals end up becoming heroes of the masses just because democracy in India gives us little to choose from.

Saif Ali Khan’s Raja Misra(no ‘h’ in the surname,plij) is a scummy sort of  Robin Hood in Lucknow whom we meet initially as he escapes with his life from goons in screeching cars by gatecrashing into a wedding. There he meets Rudra(JimmySheirgill). Then begins  a kind of affable bonding between the two guys that goes beyond the precincts of the maudlin dostis we’ve seen in our films so far.

Saif and Jimmy, brilliant actors both, bring a kind of brusque but unbreakable friendship between each other , a bonding that you know only death  can break.And it does.

Dhulia, in his most mass-oriented cinematic outing to date, brings a lot of  Jai-Veeru’sSholay bonding into play. The two actors do the rest. They gamely sink their teeth into the morass of Indian politics,giving a  stirring dignity to inherently unsavoury episodes from the murky politics of Uttar Pradesh.

Dhulia’s skills as a raconteur of remarkable aptitudes was most evident in PaanSingh  Tomar.  Here he attempts something even more daring.He merges mythological and historical allusions into current politics , weds heroism and hooliganism without  causing any discernible damage to his work’s aesthetics.

Saif’s character , a mix of goon and boon, gun and grins doesn’t tire of reminding his adversaries of his Brahminical roots. He also has a strange penchant for quoting from the scriptures at the most inopportune moments. Saif, in a very desi very hooch-likeavtar of Butch Cassidy, gets away with it.

This is a film about the scummy people who govern apna desh mahaan from the fringes. They are the kind of characters who either end up rich or dead.We can only curse them under our breath.And yet the spoken language of the characters remains liberated from overt profanities. (Is Anurag Kashyap listening?). The same goes for the characters themselves, so lowly and yet redeemed by unexpected bouts of humour and even compassion.

The way Saif’s Raja Misra meets Sonakshi’sketchily-written character and the manner in which the script allows him to warm up to her without wasting time is a marvel of scriptural balance. Indeed Dhulia in his most nakedly commercial outing, catches the routine friends-on-a-rampage plot by its lapels and goes for the kill with splendid skill.

This is a fearless film. It is not afraid to celebrate the much dreaded and abused traditional filmic formula. And then,Dhulia takes his audacity from city to city in UttarPradesh . The jagged but constantly coherent plot  takes the very conventional characters (good-bad heroes, bad-bad villains,  a damsel in distress and lots of decadent politicians) on a bumpy journey cross the politics of the cow-belt where there are no sacred cows. Only brazen wolves.

It is as if Sergio Leone’s Spaghetti Western has shifted to a grimy dusty belligerent town  in  India’s heartland where the gun is king. Kissiko nozzle na lag jaye.Giggle!

The film’s reckless momentum is sustained and controlled by Dhulia’s technicians who hit the right notes while taking a route that hardly affords safe options. Dangerously careening towards an anarchic  world  Bullett Raja swerves away from catastrophe underlining the plot and succeeds spectacularly  in creating a world where rampage is the rule.

The soundrack is remarkably authentic, and I don’t mean the awful songs. Our cinema , even the most mature variety, still adheres to the radio-play style of dialogue delivery where only one character speaks at one time.Tigmanshu Dhulia allows the words to spill out of his characters as and how they appear natural.

Saif’s in full command of the spoken and unspoken language. Here is an actor who can bring gravitas to his character without weighing it down in self-importance. Saifhas great support from the ever-reliable Jimmy Sheirgill. Their bonding is remarkable, and sometimes wickedly over-the-top.

In one of my favourite sequences, Saif  prepares to throw the Sonakshi character out of his home because…well, his friend disapproves.It’s wrily comic situation lifted by the actors’ understanding of gender frisson.

Or watch Jimmy in the sequence in a hotel room where he enlightens the bell-boy with historical data  on Jhansi Ki Rani.

It is priceless .And no wonder the bell-boy refuses a 1000-rupee tip.

Dhulia’s treatment of  violence in the hinterland is sharp and constantly tongue-in-cheek. Midway through the mayhem he brings in Vidyut Jamwal(described picturesquely as “Chambal Ka Chowkidar”) to bring our scummy hero Raja Misraunder control.

 

Bullett Raja

Bullett Raja

Do Jamwal’s dexterous kicks succeed in stemming the mayhem? Boy,oh, boy do they! Bullett Raja is a subverted comic book adventure. Dhulia goes masala with a bang. And what a bang-bang! Guns, gals(yes, even an item song by Mahie Gill where she insists she doesn’t want to be touched when all her movements suggest quite the opposite) grime and glory come together in a layered tale of corruption, politics and kinetic camaraderie.

The songs brake the pace. But then you really can’t have a formula film without the song breaks. Just like you can’t have Indian politics without the scummy elements.

It takes a politically savvy storyteller  of Tigmanshu Dhulia’s skills  to convert the lowest ebb of our  politics into an occasion of high drama.

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Subhash K Jha
Subhash K. Jha(born 2 Nov 1959) is a Patna-based veteran Indian film critic, journalist, editor, film trade analyst and author of The Essential Guide to Bollywood. He writes for over 45 papers and websites including SKJBollywoodnews.com.

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