I don't remember the last time I said this, but it was a great year for indie films. Last year's Ship Of Theseus, The Lunchbox and Shahid served as three promising pointers that independent cinema is slowly, but surely, finding a footing in an uncaring industry that is still averse to the idea of a brand of cinema rivaling commercial cinema. With a burst of indie films procuring limited commercial releases, one can only hope for this to persist.
While there were some definite surprises this year, I was dispirited to find that the film whose release I was looking forward to ever since I first heard about it had been pushed forward. Perhaps Kanu Behl's Titli, debuting to much brouhaha at Cannes in May, will be a global contender next year. In what one can only label a "Christmas miracle" in the truest sense of the phrase, Anurag Kashyap's dark, dire and dogged crime-drama Ugly, embroiled in a controversy for a long time, made sure we ended a most reassuring year on a cheery high.
Personally, I missed out on a few movies this year. Nisha Pahuja's The World Before Her, a documentary on two Indias seen through the eyes of two very different women, and Amit Masurkar slacker comedy, Sulemani Keeda, about two struggling writers waiting to break into Bollywood were some I regret missing out on.
Anyway, to the list. Here are my favorite films of the year, ranked in the descending order:
Oh, dear. What we expected, and what was served.
The experience of watching P.K. is like going to a great restaurant, ordering a chef's special but being made to settle for something inferior. It was easily Rajkumar Hirani's weakest film, but his most ambitious one. Some sequences carried his trademark flourish, but some came off as plain ineffectual. Some were brilliantly constructed and performed, but some were shockingly overblown. Still, for the robust arguments alone, P.K. deserved more than just a viewing. It begged rumination. Admittedly, it does channel Umesh Shukla's OMG: Oh My God!, but this one stands its ground proudly without fretting about the kind of response it provokes. I admire.
8. Haider (dir.: Vishal Bharadwaj)
The Bard-Bharadwaj pairing seems to be an eternal romance.
Whenever the auteur fiddled with the Bard's works previously, he produced pure magic. While Haider is a respectable -- and likably impish -- film in itself, it's not as daunting a cinematic creation as Maqbool or Omkara, I'm afraid, albeit one that is painted on a grander canvas. A lethargically paced funeral should suffice as its description, but it's the setting where Haider excels. A frigid, frosty Kashmir serves as a battleground for imminent bloodshed, and the tension is piercing. And performances. Oh, the performances! The whole cast is magnificent, and that is such an understatement. But words fail me. I just wish Haider were a tauter film. Its greatness lay right there, but it was a bloated, shapeless lump that desperately needed knocking into shape.
Oh, the irony of the title.
An exercise in indulgence, Ahluwalia's gorgeous and thickly atmospheric arthouse drama was a sleazy, searing, claustrophobic, melancholic and often bitterly funny odyssey through Bombay's porn industry of the '80s. Centered around the splintered relationship of two brothers, Miss Lovely was a tale of half-hearted promises, loneliness, brooding characters and their wretched thirst for fame and attention, all crafted into an elegant, poignant film. The sluggish pacing may bore some, frustrate many, but there is no denying that Ahluwalia's dedication to craft and research is astounding. This surely won't be the last time I dig a spot in my schedule for Miss Lovely, which also features a superlative Nawazuddin Siddiqui, if that particular bit interests you.
3. Dedh Ishqiya (dir.: Abhishek Chaubey)
The cheek of the title is supremely delightful.
I felt that one would be hard pressed to make a sequel by matching the character and tone of the marvelously earthy Ishqiya, but I needn't have worried. Abhishek Chaubey's nearly flawless second film is a riot; a painfully wistful, boisterous and polished film in contrast to his exceedingly crude debut. I don't know if -- and such a case is rare -- it is an improvement to its predecessor, but Dedh Ishqiya is a sophisticated illusion of a long dead world of nawabs and begums, an illusion I would sure like to buy into. It retains some of the roguishness of Ishqiya that made it such a ravishing experience, but it's an affectionately made film clearly in love with itself. And in many ways, it is the perfect sequel.
2. Queen (dir.: Vikas Bahl)
Only the most dreadfully dopey might find Queen annoying.
Vikas Bahl asserted that he didn't know how to "make a film" when he took charge of crafting the finest crowd-pleaser to come strutting in years, but I find his statement a bit paradoxical. Queen is a film of disarming confidence, fashioned carefully to win one over and it does in its first half-hour and spends the next hour-and-a-half fine-tuning the formula it has sprung from. Kangana Ranaut not only gives a nonpareil performance, the best of the year, but also the best of her career. She makes the film what it is. And she's also one of the folks responsible for the frisky dialogue. There is a thin line between mainstream and offbeat, and Queen toys with it. It's a film of such eternal allure and warmth, rooted so deep in Indian culture that the traditionalists and modernists can sit beside each other and enjoy it as much.
1. Katiyabaaz (dir.: Deepti Kakkad & Fahad Mustafa)
Kanpur doesn't have electricity. This darkened battleground may have seen many a skirmish, but in the best Hindi film I have seen all year, there hasn't been one more dryly amusing.
But it has Loha Singh, a stocky "Robin Hood" who nimbly scales electric poles and fixes illegal wires to supply impromptu electricity to power-starved locals, who idolize the chap. It's an intensely fascinating subject. But Katiyabaaz, this ace mockumentary that blew my mind like no other Hindi film this year, isn't about this strange hero; it's about his even-steven face-off with Ritu Maheshwari, CEO of KESCO, an electrical power company battling debts. Maheshwari's adamant approach to rid the company of its debts leads her to go up against this locally loved superman. What ensues is a battle between anarchism and autocracy, a droll battle, a fuming battle, where no side wants to back off, that leaves one drained. Kakkad's and Mustafa's attention to trivial details of everyday life in Kanpur and their detached exploration of the subject only amplify the eventual effect it will have on you.
However, for a film that gives one the impression of it being a pacy thriller, Katiyabaaz is also a desperately sad picture. Loha Singh's domestic life is pitiful, but not to the extent of it being a drag. When required, Katiyabaaz has emotional depth by the dozen. This tragicomedy is a brilliantly balanced, no-frills outlook on Kanpur's power crisis that doesn't preach or teach. Only engages. After 2012's Supermen Of Malegaon and Celluloid Man, it is undoubtedly an indication of Indian documentaries finally coming of age.
While there were some definite surprises this year, I was dispirited to find that the film whose release I was looking forward to ever since I first heard about it had been pushed forward. Perhaps Kanu Behl's Titli, debuting to much brouhaha at Cannes in May, will be a global contender next year. In what one can only label a "Christmas miracle" in the truest sense of the phrase, Anurag Kashyap's dark, dire and dogged crime-drama Ugly, embroiled in a controversy for a long time, made sure we ended a most reassuring year on a cheery high.
Personally, I missed out on a few movies this year. Nisha Pahuja's The World Before Her, a documentary on two Indias seen through the eyes of two very different women, and Amit Masurkar slacker comedy, Sulemani Keeda, about two struggling writers waiting to break into Bollywood were some I regret missing out on.
Anyway, to the list. Here are my favorite films of the year, ranked in the descending order:
10. Filmistaan (dir.: Nitin Kakkar) / Finding Fanny (dir.: Homi Adajania)
An indie and a surprise.
While Nitin Kakkar's heartwarming debut took us across the border to a land that is besotted with cinema as much as we are, Homi Adajania's bittersweet fantasy fable (with priceless, unusually imprecise Goan accents, take it from a Goan) ambled through some of Goa's most scenic locales. Both films were promoted as comedies, but they went beyond the confines of their genre to deliver a torrent of feeling to go with the occasional laughs. While they catered to the mainstream audiences, one cannot ignore their attempts to bend what "mainstream" means in contemporary Hindi cinema. Though flawed efforts also, Filmistaan and Finding Fanny were invigorating attempts at bring about a change from the usual mundane fares at the multiplexes. And they are on this list because they succeeded in doing so.
9. PK (dir.: Rajkumar Hirani)
An indie and a surprise.
While Nitin Kakkar's heartwarming debut took us across the border to a land that is besotted with cinema as much as we are, Homi Adajania's bittersweet fantasy fable (with priceless, unusually imprecise Goan accents, take it from a Goan) ambled through some of Goa's most scenic locales. Both films were promoted as comedies, but they went beyond the confines of their genre to deliver a torrent of feeling to go with the occasional laughs. While they catered to the mainstream audiences, one cannot ignore their attempts to bend what "mainstream" means in contemporary Hindi cinema. Though flawed efforts also, Filmistaan and Finding Fanny were invigorating attempts at bring about a change from the usual mundane fares at the multiplexes. And they are on this list because they succeeded in doing so.
Oh, dear. What we expected, and what was served.
The experience of watching P.K. is like going to a great restaurant, ordering a chef's special but being made to settle for something inferior. It was easily Rajkumar Hirani's weakest film, but his most ambitious one. Some sequences carried his trademark flourish, but some came off as plain ineffectual. Some were brilliantly constructed and performed, but some were shockingly overblown. Still, for the robust arguments alone, P.K. deserved more than just a viewing. It begged rumination. Admittedly, it does channel Umesh Shukla's OMG: Oh My God!, but this one stands its ground proudly without fretting about the kind of response it provokes. I admire.
8. Haider (dir.: Vishal Bharadwaj)
Whenever the auteur fiddled with the Bard's works previously, he produced pure magic. While Haider is a respectable -- and likably impish -- film in itself, it's not as daunting a cinematic creation as Maqbool or Omkara, I'm afraid, albeit one that is painted on a grander canvas. A lethargically paced funeral should suffice as its description, but it's the setting where Haider excels. A frigid, frosty Kashmir serves as a battleground for imminent bloodshed, and the tension is piercing. And performances. Oh, the performances! The whole cast is magnificent, and that is such an understatement. But words fail me. I just wish Haider were a tauter film. Its greatness lay right there, but it was a bloated, shapeless lump that desperately needed knocking into shape.
7. Ankhon Dekhi (dir.: Rajat Kapoor)
An engrossing parable that brought a spark into a world we have forgotten exists.
Ankhon Dekhi unfolds in a heartbreakingly nostalgic Delhi of sights and sounds that mysteriously vanished years ago. But Rajat Kapoor, armed with an immaculately-written script that breathes life into a decaying world, brought to us an affable "nutcase" whose story was more edifying than maddening. A broadly philosophical, whimsical film, Ankhon Dekhi is the journey of a travel agent-turned-ideologist who is someone we first laugh at, then get frustrated with but ultimately come to comprehend. And goddamn me if I didn't walk out of this film feeling as if this was the most progressive sermon I had ever sat through. It is Kapoor's best since 2008's Mithya, and his most personal.
An engrossing parable that brought a spark into a world we have forgotten exists.
Ankhon Dekhi unfolds in a heartbreakingly nostalgic Delhi of sights and sounds that mysteriously vanished years ago. But Rajat Kapoor, armed with an immaculately-written script that breathes life into a decaying world, brought to us an affable "nutcase" whose story was more edifying than maddening. A broadly philosophical, whimsical film, Ankhon Dekhi is the journey of a travel agent-turned-ideologist who is someone we first laugh at, then get frustrated with but ultimately come to comprehend. And goddamn me if I didn't walk out of this film feeling as if this was the most progressive sermon I had ever sat through. It is Kapoor's best since 2008's Mithya, and his most personal.
6. Ugly (dir.: Anurag Kashyap)
The aptest titled film of the year, folks.
In Anurag Kashyap's fraught world of slimeballs, everything is ugly. Guns are pulled, cheeks get smacked, profanities flow like mud, people get roughed up habitually. His depiction of the nastiness of human character is perturbing enough, but it is also endlessly fascinating. Ugly is an sample of what he can achieve with little indulgence and no flamboyance. An enthralling character study of a bunch of abhorrent, desperate characters trying to outwit each other for egomaniacal pleasures, it is a singularly distressing, alarming and murky tale of deceit and narcissism. And it leaves one spellbound. I was wowed.
The aptest titled film of the year, folks.
In Anurag Kashyap's fraught world of slimeballs, everything is ugly. Guns are pulled, cheeks get smacked, profanities flow like mud, people get roughed up habitually. His depiction of the nastiness of human character is perturbing enough, but it is also endlessly fascinating. Ugly is an sample of what he can achieve with little indulgence and no flamboyance. An enthralling character study of a bunch of abhorrent, desperate characters trying to outwit each other for egomaniacal pleasures, it is a singularly distressing, alarming and murky tale of deceit and narcissism. And it leaves one spellbound. I was wowed.
5. Dekh Tamasha Dekh (dir: Feroz Abbas Khan)
It's such a shame that a lot of people are still unaware of the finest horror film of the year.
Theatre veteran Feroz Abbas Khan's second feature film, Dekh Tamasha Dekh is a brilliant black comedy; a satire brimming with absurdist elements, horrific episodes and gut-wrenching truths. It showcases a part of the country tucked away in the badlands of Maharashtra, where communal tensions flare up at the slightest provocation, and the violence they lead to is met with frustrating nonchalance. It's a sour detail to digest, but it reeks of the truth. At times a tad too theatrical, Dekh Tamasha Dekh is simultaneously sickening and rollicking until the second-half kicks in, and it turns into a full-fledged spook story. Shafaat Khan's pithy dialogue and a cluster of wonderful performances (the finest of which is a cameo by old-timer Sudhir Pandey, and isn't he a beauty!) make this the year's bravest, most important film. And the scripting is absolutely spotless.
It's nothing less than a miracle that Dekh Tamasha Dekh, a film that could so easily have been a victim of livid controversies but only if it had grabbed more eyeballs, found a commercial release. It left me so enraged and yet so frightened because it was familiar. And when was the last time you walked out of a film frightened because it was familiar?
4. Miss Lovely (dir.: Ashim Ahluwalia)
It's such a shame that a lot of people are still unaware of the finest horror film of the year.
Theatre veteran Feroz Abbas Khan's second feature film, Dekh Tamasha Dekh is a brilliant black comedy; a satire brimming with absurdist elements, horrific episodes and gut-wrenching truths. It showcases a part of the country tucked away in the badlands of Maharashtra, where communal tensions flare up at the slightest provocation, and the violence they lead to is met with frustrating nonchalance. It's a sour detail to digest, but it reeks of the truth. At times a tad too theatrical, Dekh Tamasha Dekh is simultaneously sickening and rollicking until the second-half kicks in, and it turns into a full-fledged spook story. Shafaat Khan's pithy dialogue and a cluster of wonderful performances (the finest of which is a cameo by old-timer Sudhir Pandey, and isn't he a beauty!) make this the year's bravest, most important film. And the scripting is absolutely spotless.
It's nothing less than a miracle that Dekh Tamasha Dekh, a film that could so easily have been a victim of livid controversies but only if it had grabbed more eyeballs, found a commercial release. It left me so enraged and yet so frightened because it was familiar. And when was the last time you walked out of a film frightened because it was familiar?
4. Miss Lovely (dir.: Ashim Ahluwalia)
Oh, the irony of the title.
An exercise in indulgence, Ahluwalia's gorgeous and thickly atmospheric arthouse drama was a sleazy, searing, claustrophobic, melancholic and often bitterly funny odyssey through Bombay's porn industry of the '80s. Centered around the splintered relationship of two brothers, Miss Lovely was a tale of half-hearted promises, loneliness, brooding characters and their wretched thirst for fame and attention, all crafted into an elegant, poignant film. The sluggish pacing may bore some, frustrate many, but there is no denying that Ahluwalia's dedication to craft and research is astounding. This surely won't be the last time I dig a spot in my schedule for Miss Lovely, which also features a superlative Nawazuddin Siddiqui, if that particular bit interests you.
3. Dedh Ishqiya (dir.: Abhishek Chaubey)
The cheek of the title is supremely delightful.
I felt that one would be hard pressed to make a sequel by matching the character and tone of the marvelously earthy Ishqiya, but I needn't have worried. Abhishek Chaubey's nearly flawless second film is a riot; a painfully wistful, boisterous and polished film in contrast to his exceedingly crude debut. I don't know if -- and such a case is rare -- it is an improvement to its predecessor, but Dedh Ishqiya is a sophisticated illusion of a long dead world of nawabs and begums, an illusion I would sure like to buy into. It retains some of the roguishness of Ishqiya that made it such a ravishing experience, but it's an affectionately made film clearly in love with itself. And in many ways, it is the perfect sequel.
2. Queen (dir.: Vikas Bahl)
Only the most dreadfully dopey might find Queen annoying.
Vikas Bahl asserted that he didn't know how to "make a film" when he took charge of crafting the finest crowd-pleaser to come strutting in years, but I find his statement a bit paradoxical. Queen is a film of disarming confidence, fashioned carefully to win one over and it does in its first half-hour and spends the next hour-and-a-half fine-tuning the formula it has sprung from. Kangana Ranaut not only gives a nonpareil performance, the best of the year, but also the best of her career. She makes the film what it is. And she's also one of the folks responsible for the frisky dialogue. There is a thin line between mainstream and offbeat, and Queen toys with it. It's a film of such eternal allure and warmth, rooted so deep in Indian culture that the traditionalists and modernists can sit beside each other and enjoy it as much.
1. Katiyabaaz (dir.: Deepti Kakkad & Fahad Mustafa)
Kanpur doesn't have electricity. This darkened battleground may have seen many a skirmish, but in the best Hindi film I have seen all year, there hasn't been one more dryly amusing.
But it has Loha Singh, a stocky "Robin Hood" who nimbly scales electric poles and fixes illegal wires to supply impromptu electricity to power-starved locals, who idolize the chap. It's an intensely fascinating subject. But Katiyabaaz, this ace mockumentary that blew my mind like no other Hindi film this year, isn't about this strange hero; it's about his even-steven face-off with Ritu Maheshwari, CEO of KESCO, an electrical power company battling debts. Maheshwari's adamant approach to rid the company of its debts leads her to go up against this locally loved superman. What ensues is a battle between anarchism and autocracy, a droll battle, a fuming battle, where no side wants to back off, that leaves one drained. Kakkad's and Mustafa's attention to trivial details of everyday life in Kanpur and their detached exploration of the subject only amplify the eventual effect it will have on you.
However, for a film that gives one the impression of it being a pacy thriller, Katiyabaaz is also a desperately sad picture. Loha Singh's domestic life is pitiful, but not to the extent of it being a drag. When required, Katiyabaaz has emotional depth by the dozen. This tragicomedy is a brilliantly balanced, no-frills outlook on Kanpur's power crisis that doesn't preach or teach. Only engages. After 2012's Supermen Of Malegaon and Celluloid Man, it is undoubtedly an indication of Indian documentaries finally coming of age.
