Zubaida
I would probably have called it a good movie had it not been directed by Shyam Benegal.
This is the story about a woman who has very little idea about what she wants to do with her life however she is the protaganist of our story.
She wants to make noise and her father wants her to be quiet.
The movie tries to bring the 'problems' of the princely estates in India during independence. Problems like how to live with multiple wives, how to improve your polo skills and of course how to fly or private jet well enough not to crash it.
Biggest problem is of course the music and the setup. The movie is supposed to be set during the late 1940s. However Rehman ( in probably his worst score ever ) keeps strumming away on his electronic synthesizer. Hair styles, clothes, speech, you name it -- an absolute anachronism.
Karishma Kapoor is okay and so is Manoj Bajpai. I guess the problem is the story is so poor that characterization has badly suffered. The director tries his best to make you feel sympathetic toward the heroin but you feel nothing.
The pseudo narrator is so shallow that you wonder why this form was chosen at all.
This is the story about a woman who has very little idea about what she wants to do with her life however she is the protaganist of our story.
She wants to make noise and her father wants her to be quiet.
The movie tries to bring the 'problems' of the princely estates in India during independence. Problems like how to live with multiple wives, how to improve your polo skills and of course how to fly or private jet well enough not to crash it.
Biggest problem is of course the music and the setup. The movie is supposed to be set during the late 1940s. However Rehman ( in probably his worst score ever ) keeps strumming away on his electronic synthesizer. Hair styles, clothes, speech, you name it -- an absolute anachronism.
Karishma Kapoor is okay and so is Manoj Bajpai. I guess the problem is the story is so poor that characterization has badly suffered. The director tries his best to make you feel sympathetic toward the heroin but you feel nothing.
The pseudo narrator is so shallow that you wonder why this form was chosen at all.
