The Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna review

I feel older. A showing of Karan Johar’s mammoth 22-reel Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna has left me unbelievably exhausted. Walking out of the hall, I feel my cheeks for a beard, wondering if my clothes are suddenly dated and if my hair’s greyed.

For this is no ordinary 3.5-hour film, it’s a saga that stretches on and on — imagine, if you will, a Balaji Telefilms soap running for several seasons (time leaps and all) while you sit captively in the audience. Yes, I’ve lost a sizeable chunk of my life, and you will too.

Older yes but not wiser. Because Karan Johar, God bless his soul, has never been about meaning. He’s manufactured dreams in wonderful abundance, right from the frothy Kuch Kuch Hota Hai straight out of Archie comics, to Kal Ho Naa Ho, a rom-com Julia Roberts wouldn’t have looked out of place in. Johar’s films are bright and cheery, all merriness and overdone cliches as wholesome as besan ka laddu. Indulgently a nicely-packaged treat, never mind the extra desi ghee.

Tragically, KJ too seems struck by the Substance Syndrome, something that usually affects item girls. Not content to merely shake their booty in our glad faces, the lasses suddenly bring out the dupattas and nurse deluded dreams of acting talent, resulting in much audience grief. Similarly, Karan, the popcorn populist we all rather enjoy, has decided to turn to a deeper, darker subject. The KANK gang deals with infidelity, with broken marriages standing in the way of true love — it is a tremendous departure from the happy-joy world KJ’s dealt with thus far, but the man can handle melodrama and undeniably make women weep, so perhaps this step made sense.

It would, perhaps, if only he’d let go of his glossy fun roots. Infidelity is a tough subject to broach, but Karan opts for neither the compelling emotional complexity of a Silsila or the cheeky nonsense of a Masti. Instead, he tries straddling both worlds — imagine the unforgettable Amitabh-Rekha-Jaya story set in New York to a laugh track. Not wise at all.

So then we have failed footballer Dev Saran (Shah Rukh Khan) resentful towards fashionista wife Rhea (Preity Zinta), simply because she’s a success. On the other side of the tracks, we have party-planning upstart Rishi (Abhishek Bachchan) trying hard to court schoolteacher wife Maya (Rani Mukerji), but she’s quite the cold fish.

Mere seconds into the film, Khan meets Rani in red wedding regalia on a park bench, wondering if she should take the plunge. It being his anniversary, and this being a KJ film where everyone’s a drama queen, he encourages her to get married even as he exposes the vulnerability of his own marriage while rudely bringing to light the fact that she isn’t in love. The strangers meet, trade immense dialogue and say farewell, till Rani brings up the film’s title — never say goodbye, for then it kills the hope of meeting again.

And meet they obviously do, four-odd years later, with both marriages well on the rocks. Amid some inexplicable tomfoolery about a black-jacketed kidnapper, SRK creams Rani with a football, re-introductions are made and big life questions are brought up. Meanwhile, their spouses, being true media professionals, use the hospital waiting room to schmooze. Now everyone knows everyone, and since the cracks in the relationships are predictably more than apparent soon — begins the SRK-Rani affair, kicking off a series of contrived situations, each progressively more artificial than the last.

Yet as mentioned, the possibly compelling potential for drama isn’t given any elbowroom to play itself out. The characters are cardboard, the setting is glitzy, the songs are tiresome, and the story itself oscillates between high melodrama and slapstick hilarity, going nowhere. Decidedly going somewhere on the other hand is Amitabh Bachchan, playing Abhi’s flamboyant dad Sam (‘sexy Sam,’ the background score keeps reminding us). A widower who dresses like Snoop Doggy Dogg and cavorts appropriately with blondes, it’s fabulous to see Bachchan relish this campy role, fur-lined handcuffs and all. There’s a jump in his stride and a twinkle in his eye as he carries off peculiar colours with vintage flair. And the Big B convincingly shows there’s way more to him than meets the eye.

A tense romantic drama between two married couples — and the most compelling character in the film is one of their dads? The film is working from a fundamentally flawed script, and our four (okay, two) main leads aren’t really fleshed out at all. Khan is perpetually pissed, an angry man too busy grumbling about his limp to care about his marriage. Mukerji’s character is strangely unreceptive of Abhishek’s advances. Preity’s Rhea echoes Bollywood cliché of careerwomen being ruthless and uncaring. Abhi, while a bit of an upstart, is the most believably written of the bunch.  But never once do you feel concern for any of them.

Johar’s movies are always star-heavy, but rarely has a weak script relied so completely on pretty people with big names to carry every line through. The dialogues they mouth are meant to be meaningful, trying to sound profound about trite nothingness — then again, the script is by Shibani Bhatija, the woman who wrote Fanaa, which explains a lot. Honestly though, if you really dig Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham and are waiting for Fanaa on DVD, you might just love this movie. If you do, mail me how.

As for the pretty people, half the reason you’re scrolling down is to read how the stars have done. Well, it’s typical. For those of us who’ve been hoping for a new and improved SRK, this isn’t the kinda film. Shah Rukh hams supreme here, scowling and smirking seemingly in slow motion, each facial twitch exaggerated to painful proportions. From heavy breathing to simpering, from breathless sobs to caricatured anger, KANK provides a virtual gallery of Khan at his most over-the-top, with the actor’s emphasis making the most derivative ‘American’ lines very painful indeed. While Rani is laden with flaky dialogues that most actresses would balk at, the actress manages to provide a realistic character, as far as her words allow. Unforgivable scenes are suddenly salvaged by Ms Mukerji breaking into a teary grin, and for that we must thank her.

Abhishek Bachchan plays a cad, a clubbing bling-lover completely smitten by his wife, who really doesn’t care. It’s a tricky role, and Abhi does impressively with a nuanced performance showing admirable restraint, again despite the words. The actor has a deft comic touch, and his Rishi manages to come off both relatable and sensitive. Preity who? Zinta has barely a walk-on part in the film, her appearances pretty much restricted to the loud and showy songs. Kirron Kher (as SRK’s ma) has sleepwalked through ‘warmly Punjabi’ roles like this in the past, and continues to occasionally draw a smile.

As does the film. Despite the bad handling, the pained acting, the fractured narrative and the twisty plot, there are moments where you grin. Moments where Khan pulls off some (ad-lib?) panache, where a line actually comes off as funny, where things work. But in a film dragging close to four hours and making you feel each minute, we deserve way more smiles per hour. And for all the hype about Bollywood heading into a ‘bold’ direction, KANK ends up being a lot of oversight and barely any insight. Couples on the verge of marriage would do well not to head into the theatre, though — s/he might dump you for the choice of flick.

Damn it all, this hurts. Think it’ll take a couple more viewings of another film with a limping leading man to soothe the pain.

Rediff Rating: 2 stars


Published Rediff, August 11, 2006.


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  1. Anirban Chatterjee

    I guess it was the result of KJ trying to come out as a more mature creative person or something like trying to make a coming of age movie.
    I don’t still understand why people fail to understand that a ‘serious creativity’ does not necessarily mean dealing with ‘serious’ topics.
    I wonder if someone will say Terry Jones is not a creative person because he co-directed Holy Grail.
    Liked the review a lot!

  2. Radha

    Would love to read your review of Fanaa.. Can I get the link please? :)

  3. Rick

    Dude, that was a fun review. Just one thing though, it was almost as long as the movie. Let’s get shorty :)

  4. Leena

    lol, well written with many a valid point — however, i think the fact that k jo can touch upon a mature subject while retaining the integrity of bollywood as ethereal and entertaining is a matter to his credit. and there were certain admirable nuances in the film; for example, the seedhi-saadhi woman is the one who has the affair, whereas the strong, career-oriented woman is loyal. i like how the preity and abhishek characters illustrate maturity and get back on good terms in the end even though things didn’t work out. it’s cool that preity and kirron stay bonded despite kirron’s son moving out, and that preity doesn’t have to get with arjun just because srk is out of the picture; she stays independent. and it’s nice to see people being validated in leaving bad marriages.

  5. Deboleena

    I do not think Big B was tolerable at all. Eesh, his role was so exaggerated and just plain ew.

    And the whole movie, I really don’t know what subterranean reservoir of strength I called upon to survive all of it. I really don’t. By the end of it, my sister, mom and I were close to throwing up.

    And oh – the Rani in leather scene! I thought I’d die laughing. That probably made the rest of the movie worthwhile.

  6. pitu

    I have this on dvd :-D

  7. Maithrey G. Nath

    This movie is an ‘out sourcing’ for NRIs alone!! BW is on that track now.

    As far as our Indian standards are concerned all 4 of them could be ‘levelled out’ easily, as none of them are ‘bad’ persons. Of course, the foot-ball player needs a bit longer time…..

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