It happens during an occasional hiatus when a film with heart and soul appears to melt you down. Very few could have a translucent and vibrant mix of love, eccentricity, attitude, sadness, loss, romance, obsession, creativity and perhaps, madness. ‘Rockstar’ embodies these in plenty and takes you through a journey of elapsed yet powerful minds.
It’s a musical and the fact remains has it has bygone the script of the film in every single frame of the 2 hour 25 minute Imtiaz Ali offering. I have to admit that ARRs compositions are very closely etched with the threads and caricature of the film. The way it begins, the manner in which Imtiaz takes you through the valley of Kashmir and caresses past the sedative lanes of Prague are poignant. The story oscillates between JJ and Jordan impressively, his rise to stardom and fall from grace owing to creative indiscipline is a stuff that’s emerging from the tales of our real yet disgraced reel entertainers. The storyline cannot be termed unique (it’s unfortunate that it has few similarities with a dud that happened to release couple of months before – MBKD) but thankfully, the ordeal isn’t replicated here at its worst. Rather, the proceedings of their love story has a touch of elegance masquerading infinite barriers. The steamy sequences are not left out but handled with connotations of a classic and oozes exuberance. Well, if it’s a musical and a love story, such depictions are an epitome of fluctuating human desires. Evidently, they are congenial and apt.
‘Rockstar’ reinforces the age old formula of the tinsel town in to a grand symphony. ‘Zindagi mein kuch banna hai to dard chahiye’ is the statement doing the rounds and JJ becomes Jordan, not to mention that you need to be unanimously talented and carry the passion inside your guitar. “A woman is man’s greatest inspiration, not because he wins her with all in the platter but loses her with everything at stake”. I live by this beautiful plot but ‘Rockstar’ pulls you in with this as the pinnacle and carries you through with aplomb.
For me, the cast was critical and again, not so very critical. Jordan aka Ranbir Kapoor walks away with all the accolades and deserves a pat on his back (though I still feel his best is yet to come). Imtiaz made this for him and he has obliged with a crackling performance. Nargis Fakhri makes a stunning entry in to the BO and owes it all to Imtiaz for a royal beginning. Performance-wise, It was a mixed bag but for a debutante, I see it as a grand beginning. She is very hot, though and you will battle to take your eyes off her. Yahoo man’s final celluloid appearance was an icing on the cake. The rest, as they say, were just about there to render aid to the central characters.
The winner, not surprisingly enough and with all due respect to Ashtavinayak and Imtiaz Ali, is A.R.Rahman. I remain soaked in ‘Naadan Parindey’, ‘Tum Ho’, ‘Kun Faya Kun’, ‘Hawaa Hawaa’ and ‘Katiya Karoon’. I go berserk every time ‘Sadda Haq’ and ‘Aur Ho’ is played, no wonder the former is being touted as the ‘Anthem of the Youth’. Arguably, this is one of Rahman’s finest magical products and undeniably, the soundtrack of the decade. Mohit Chauhan has arrived and is the flavour of the month.
I had expectations from ‘Rockstar’ and I came out of the cinemas with curtailed vigour. Imtiaz has struck gold, yet again and Bollywood has reasons to cheer from the stables back home.