Acid Factory: Starring Fardeen Khan, Dino Morea, Aftab Shivdasani, Manoj Bajpai, Danny, Irfan Khan, Dia Mirza. Direction: Suparn Varma.
Tried following the film in the
midst of the ongoing solitaire I was playing. The film did not leave me alone
with the game. No, it was the content that was seeking attention. It was the
high decibel level of the narration. We have had this assembly of dudes, all
bad guys and the like before. This time too we have an assembly of non actors
who try hard and live up to their reputation as actors. Even actors with the
reputation hf having delivered before seem victims of the contagious bug of the
majority non actor assemblage.
Yet another problem with the film is the Black hang over. Can we simply not
leave it behind? The Kaante style is all too visible and surely unimpressive.
Brevity is its most obvious virtue. Dictated by the commerce of the multiplex
the film ends just when you are about to walk up and out. For some strange
reason all men in the film are dressed in black and wear black always. Save
Danny and Irfan in a scene, they are all dressed in black and acting like men
who have lost their moorings without a cause. They are all inhabitants of this
middle of nowhere place where no one thinks straight or behaves properly The
prime performers in the script seem like they are picked from a school of the
mentally mal adjusted. Fair enough for a subject. However the treatment is not
at that level . It is restricted to the physical. Not even truly physical. It
is brazenly dedicated to violence, destruction, destroying cars by the
thousands, shooting as if it were a fair sport.
The story and screenplay expends most of its time in shoot outs and automobile
destruction, and that is when guys recovering from an acid caused spell of amentia.
All style and no soul, the tale moves form one brisk action scene to another,
labelled by the weeks, and depicts destruction at its virulent perverse best.
If this be entertainment then watch and savour the smoke and gas in the name of
acid. There is strangely more destruction outside the acid factory than in it.
So disjointed is the narration that it takes you a while to get to grips with
the happenings in the script. So consistent is the nature of the narration that
you are left with no choice but to assume that it is intended. The
cinematography (Sahil Kapoor) ands to the bedlam.
Disconnected persons wake up in a factory effected by the leakage of some acid
that effects the mind. The guys: Fardeen, Dino, Aftab, Manoj, Danny suffer from
amentia but a telephone call ensures they know that the group has a person who
is about to be killed and a guy whose task is to kill. Trust is absent in this
Acid Factory with everyone doubting the other and somewhere himself.
Interesting base for a tale and am told that the brilliant idea has since been
borrowed. To tell the remaining part of the story(!!!) is to play spoil sport.
The problem with the film is its style. Every thing from its violence to its
script, from its screenplay to its action is bathed in dark hues as are the
characters. So much has gone into making a style statement that nothing else
remains. All gloss and no substance. None in the cast, and this includes the
ever reliable Danny, put the script to credible levels. From moment one to zee
you feel you are caught in a clueless mire of violence and caught up with a set
of the bad boys – guns, babes, cars and destruction.
Chaos in Kaminey very recently told a language. It made a statement in the
context of the theme. Perhaps Vishal Bharadwaj’s presence added a credibility
and the critic was willing togive more credit. Here it stops at style .
consequentially it falls flat. The movie begins with a helluva lot of promise
but falls flat, too soon. The manner in which the characters regain their
memory and the audience is pushed from the present to the past and brought back
to the present is physically disturbing and lacks a flow that makes a film.
Like the characters in the film you feel struck by some alien force you are not
able to handle and heave a sigh of relief in about an hour and a half. Even
actors like Danny fail to carry conviction and deliver as if they are acid
effected. Relief comes in the length of the film. Short and sweet, they say.
Just short!!
L.Ravichander