The following is the review for the movie 'The Dirty Picture' which is winning hearts all over. Muzayun used to write on her blog, but had to shut it down due to some caustic elements. She would be publishing articles through this space, however, all views expressed here are her own. Its highly unlikely that they reflect my views as well, we've always been on opposite poles when it comes to thoughts!
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Frankly what
was dirty about the picture, it wasn't Silk or any other thing in the movie, it was
a dirty job done by its thinkers.
The movie had
a subject line depicting life of a lady who dared to be fearless. It is badly shot,
disappointing directed and leaves you with disgust, not about the story, Silk’s
actions, or the casting rather on the team’s incapability to make anything
remarkable. This film is far from
perfect, but the producers will have nothing to worry as they seem to earning enough.
Silk was in
a way living her life according to her terms. A tale deserved an art-movie treatment,
but Ekta Kapoor only wanted to make money out of some little known facts from
her teen days. There is little attempt, basically, no attempt to treat this
material with sensitivity and depth. A bold, beautiful and arrogant woman was
definitely an avant-garde of that time, I didn’t see her doing anything more
than the present day actresses do. The difference is in the curvaceous Indian
woman as Silk against the slim and copy-western-model theme of the present. She
is out there and proud in her skin, men of her time could not bear the crudeness
in her character, and this film could just unfold it as a series of provocative
scenes strung together for Indian men, on the strength of some sexually loaded
dialogues.
Abraham’s detest for Silk also seemed to be misplaced, and so does
his sudden change of heart and yet he has the most interesting dynamics to
create a flow. Alas, it’s too little too late, to give some character to this trailing job. The dirty picture
fails to do justice to an otherwise stunningly dirty life of Silk. I am sure
Silk did not die in a red ‘K series’ sari, with a desire to be married, she was
way beyond that typical notion of women’s internal desires.
As one of my
friend who gave me a company to watch this says, ‘we saw some soft corn of 80s’.
