Having gone with no idea what so ever as to what this movie was about, it dint take much beyond the titles for me to know what Rann had to offer and its fair to say that it did not make me Run for the money I invested in the movie at a multiplex after a long and strenuous drive on behest of a pal who insisted on absence from the busy ness of busy life to places far away.
God Father is implanted in the mind of RGV and he can never make a movie which is completely devoid of it. Godfather, Bad Son, Son-in-law with a negative shade, his aversion to anything which is immoral (drugs there yellow journalism here), closely knit family which has few apparent frictions and tensions within them etc. or I can add a birthday party of the lead man to which all friends and foes attend and now I can definitely use etc just to tell you that am not falling short of comparisons.
I had to say that I did have little confusion with respect to the magnitude of the negativeness in the role of Jay (Sudeep) and was rather glad that it was not a ridiculously negative characterization which would have branded this film as an outright cliché with tried and tested formulas implemented from the films which attempted themselves to be made under the ‘different from the rest’ genre.
But as the movie unfolds, you cant help yourself from drawing comparisons with movies of similar themes & Corporate comes closest. RGV subconsciously & inevitably drifts to his favourite plot of underworld crime & nexus with the same tenacity as your car which is in need of wheel alignment drifts to the left side.
As the movie moves on you very well know how the climax would shape up and strongly believe that Big B was taken away from the scheme of things only to extend the length of the movie. You also are quite amused by the convenience with which Big B errs in his judgment of publishing the scandal on someone who holds the office of a PM & his return back to senses once he realized that he messed it up. Both are too unconvincing for a man who is portrayed as a hardcore upholder of Journalistic ethics and morals.
The actions and reactions get as predictable as the outcome of India Pak Game at Sharjah during mid 90s after Sachin Tendulkar's dismissal. RGV desperately attempts to make complete use of the emotion emitting range of Big B and even as the young protagonist (Ritesh Deshmukh) comes to take over the reigns in the climax after few words of appreciation from his mentor, you clearly feel that a self proclaimed stoicness of RGV is strongly attempting to entice allure and persuade the audience to buy the tearful emotions emoted by his star cast and feel for them & add Rann to one of his brighter feathers of his mixed hat which was quite dismal in the recent past with the exception of Sarkar Raj.
The subtleties taken care by RGV usually deserve a mention but they are as integral a part of his style of film making as a Godfather storyline & an underworld touch are. He should realize that people don’t expect his films to be different from the routine formulaic films anymore & should attempt to raise the bar by focusing a lot more on his script to ensure that the sub plots are much more convincing & are properly weaved with the main plot to architect a well synchronized effort.
Amidst all this it has some decent performances from the Big B himself for whom this role should be a piece of cake and stroll in the park, Paresh Rawal, Rajath Kapoor, Rajpal Yadav & also Ritesh Deshmukh. The performers in the female lead with the likes of Neetu Chandra, Suchitra Krishna Murthy and Gul Panag were all quite apt.
At the end of the show, he may have been successful in his desperate bid to convince the audience that he was completely out of the juvenileness that made him do the ‘RGV ka Aag’ but you would have rather put your money on a Madhur Bhandarkar to handle such a wonderful concept which has so much potential to explore instead of an RGV who invariably and inevitably drifts from scope of things the subject of yellow journalism for TRP ratings had to offer & instead gave us a tiresome stereotype output.