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Rangeela Raja
Director – Sikander Bharti
throw – Govinda, Mishika Chourasia, Anupama Agnihotri
Evaluation – 0/5
The reason I watched Rangeela Raja – other than the title acting as a crude provocation, a jibe to my taste in clothes – is that the film is written and produced by Pahlaj Nihalani. Yes, the man who led our committee of censorship unforgettable, declaring war on kisses, the word Punjab and "woman-oriented" cinema. I believe the "bady comedy" made by this man would provide a window into his indecipherable thought process. What does he think India should look for?
Rangeela Raja, directed by Sikandar Bharti, is a mess that would have gone straight to cable TV in 1997, as it should be. It's a world where Govinda still has a hard time and where Shakti Kapoor always speaks with a breath. Add to that an interchangeable parade of skinny women and – a singular treat – Prem Chopra as a solemn and thoughtful sadhu.
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I was waiting for innuendo, since Nihalani had already filmed songs about erections, but nothing could prepare me for that. A bosomic temptress is presented to us via a song in the manner of Satyam Shivam Sundaram on the glory of Om, putting all his pbadion for caressing a Shivling. She's here to try Govinda, you see.
Govinda, the reason why anyone can stand up to this insatiable catastrophe, is everywhere. Literally. He is interpreted as a lascivious mogul who runs behind his skirts and is doubled by his own younger brother, a convinced sadhu who wants to create a yoga institute. Govinda Sr engages women for the sole purpose of engaging in philanthropy, while the youngest Govinda wants to be the moral voice to straighten her lost brother.
Consenting, via Nihalani's script, is tantamount to asking a girl if she is sure she wants to yield to her advances. Has she thought about it, he asks. "Where does the younger generation have time to think?" She replies, and, relieved by this, he leaps at her. It's the anti-MeToo movie you never thought existed.
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The most lavish scene takes place in the "Sheesh Mahal" ensemble, where hides a moustached Govinda and a Govinda in dupatta costume. This is perhaps the good part. The timing of Govinda's comics remains tense and there are some nursery rhymes he utters well: "Kameez mein jeb, aur Raja mein aibnatural hai," he says, making shirt pocket rhyme with flaws of character that little can people. Say what you want, the actor can always ring at the pace without effort. In a few years, he could even enjoy a viral status as this "uncle of the wedding video," perhaps dancing on his own songs at parties.
Even Govinda's patented pelvic attacks were harmless. He has never been a toxic male threat, not vulgar, but a graceful clown. I am sad to announce that Nihalani is criss-crossing the depths to snatch this innocence from the actor. He strikes us with images of a disgusting Govinda, a rapist who improves performance and who laughs at the consequences. I came out of this traumatized film. To paraphrase a Govinda success: "Ankhiyon ko goli mare", I want to blow my eyes.
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First published: January 18, 2019 at 16:35 IST
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