In a year of appalling gawd-awful sequels and repeatedly renewed franchise films when Priyanka Chopra made her Hollywood debut with what is arguably the worst film of her film career—and yes Baywatch Returns was worse than her Bollywood debut Andaaz—Ho
Just how much of a hash could be made of a romantic drama featuring two such charismatic actors like Idris Elba and Kate Winsley, is a question that this film answers with telling force. There were two things that kept me watching till the very end of this survival drama where the question whether the lead pair would live through the aircrash or not was overtaken by a larger concern whether I, the viewer, would survive the ordeal of watching this survival disaster.
I did. That’s the good news. I kept watching till the corny end when Elba and Winslet rushed towards each other from two corners of London’s crowded street to collide in a clinch that Titanic would have welcomed. I was there, glued, because I wanted to know when the handsome could finally make love.
There, I said it. Elba and Winslet are on paper,such a sexy pair you just want them to hit the sack immediately after the plane crash. But the narrative hellbent on torture, procrastinates the inevitable copulation. And when it does happen the love-making sequence , in an abandoned snow-drenched cabin with a canine watching them, is joke, a horny misadventure.
Fumbling and grasping at all the wrong places, moaning and cooing in encouragement Winsle
Love-making scenes in the movies are more often than not, hilarious. And very awkward to perform. Actor Ray Romano has spoken about how awkward love scenes can get because—and I quote—“I know it’s fake, but he(pointing to his pelvic region) doesn’t.”
The other interesting aspect in an otherwise drab and dull drama that is The Mountain Between Us is the ‘colour blindness’ of the lead pair.In case you didn’t notice Idris is Black, Winslet is White. Not once during their tedious togetherness is this fact mentioned. For all we know , Idris Elba could be White.
This is an inverted kind of racism where in the garb of liberalism the cultural specificity of the actor is magically erased from the script.
“You are Black.But I love you just the same,” is the theme song underlining this race-erased romance.
Chalo, at least Hollywood is making an effort to free cinema of colour prejudice. In India,