Tashan - Film Review
Sunday, May 4th, 2008There is absolutely no harm in showing attitude. This year’s top hit Race had oodles of it. Problem happens when there is no substance to support the style. Tashan - like Musafir - fails because the sexy swaggers and svelte styles has no back up in sense of script or soul. Leave soul aside, it even eschews a coherent story-line.
There is also no harm in simulating the seventies/eighties drama and melodrama and package it to suit the current sensibilities. After all, a sizeable audience slice still lives in the hinterland who feel alienated from the current trends. And dammit, we - the generation born in seventies - are not dead or transported to some other planet. We live too! So why not give us once in a while the kind of films we grew up with!
Farah Khan has delivered two bumper hits - Mai Hoon Na (a film I hated) and Om Shanti Om ( a flick I enjoyed) - keeping all those ingredients of the past painstakingly preserved ( in MHN, when the mother sobs in the climax, ‘ Mujhe mere dono bete zinda chahiye’ it was such a shining harkback to Nirupa Roy’s motherhood that wetted many a screens in the seventies) but gloriously packaged. There is a way of doing things and conjoining the two largely differing eras. There are films and then there are films. While OSO showed how to do it, Tashan spells out how not to do it!
Tashan is essentially a seventies/eighties film crash-landed into the new millenium and just doesn’t know what it really wants to be!
