Mirch

By Subhash K Jha Starring: Raima Sen, Konkona Sen Sharma, Arunodoy Singh, Rajpal Yadav, Shreyas Talpade, Sushant Singh, Shahana Goswami Written & Directed by Vinay Shukla Rating: *** Mirch is meant to be a tikhi spicy delectable account of sex, eroticism, stolen pleasures and furtive philandering during times of day-to-day stress. Instead it turns out to be one of those half-cooked exotic dishes, more tempting for what it promises than actually delivers. Vinay Shukla's last film Koi Mere Dil Se Pooche which came eight years ago is best forgotten. However his film prior to that Godmother stood tall and imposing primarily because of Shabana Azmi's preponderant performance as a politician in rural Gujarat who rips the male bastion apart with her no-nonsense approach to life and politics. Mirch is about the politics of sex. Set in two different time zones, the contemporary and 'period', it takes potshots at the male gaze as it falls on female sexuality. Each of the four stories has a protagonist, played by Raima Sen and Konkona Sen Sharma in two stories each, with a high libido level that they do nothing to hide. In each story the woman is caught red-handed doing 'it' with a lover by her husband. How the sexually-liberated woman in each story wriggles out of the bedroom crisis forms the core comicality in the quartet of stories. The four stories, apparently derived from the ancient Panchtantra tales and their designedly delicious denouement are neither convincing, nor funny enough to be outrageously fable-like. The stories just about manage to bring a smile on our faces. Not that Shukla can be faulted for his intelligent and astute handling of such an audacious idea. The quality of 'horniness' specially in a woman makes for very unpoetic cinema. Love when linked to lust tends to lose its lyrical lustre. Miraculously the lustre of love within the lust-work is maintained. Shukla shoots his two heroines with a certain sensitivity although there's not much room in the satirical tales of cuckoldry for subtlety he builds room for tender touches and fleeting moments of arresting intimacy. The film's four –nication hovers between 'horny' and unhonee (improbable). Raima Sen's large limpid eyes lend a certain grace even to her over-sexed character in the past and contemporary times. However Konkona Sen-Sharma's performances in her two tales suffer for the lack of inherent grace in the characters. And the actress doesn't seem to be enjoying the process of playing these 'naughty' characters. In her 'period' piece Konkona cajoles her royal husband (Prem Chopra) to climb up a tree to watch her making love with the stud-senapati. How much fun for the actor and how funny for the audience can such a situation be? Go figure. Interestingly Vinay Shukla has cast Arunodoy Singh as the film's resident sex object. The female protagonists in three of the stories are shown lusting after him and hitting the sack with the stud when they think their husbands are not around. To create a certain distance from the preposterous parodic premises Vinay Shukla creates a film-within-film format whereby a young struggling idealistic filmmaker (Arunodoy Singh, again) and his girlfriend (Shahana Goswami, powerful in a small role) try to convince a wily producer (Sushant Singh) to produce a film which has plenty of sex, eroticism, humour and drama. The stories that the young filmmaker in Mirch tells the cynical producer are the stories that we the audience see the not-so-young filmmaker Vinay Shukla tell with a blend of whittled-down passion and half-formed sensitivity. Some of it though not all, is interesting. As for the theme of creative compromise that triggers off the four-storeyed plot, is Mirch really liberated from those compromises? The question acquires an added meaning when Mahi Gill shows up to perform an item song choreographed by Saroj Khan in the beginning and the end. Really, Choli ke peeche kya hai???