The Train : Review
9 June 2007 | Movies, Movie Reviews | No Comments
The Train is 'derailed': literally (for the 2005 source of the latter name it is a shot-over-shot ode to); and metaphorically (for the filmmaker's slippery hold over the movie's narrative, characters, actors, and the borrowed script).
In a predictably NRI oasis on South-East Asian soil, Hashmi's 'Mr Vishal', an ad-man, finds himself among an Indian boss, Indian co-worker, Indian lawyer, Indian cops, shop-owners and a few Oriental clients, all of who understand Hindi. He bumps into a stranger (Basra), a married exec but an incredibly willing philanderer on a train-ride. So begins an uneasy, inexplicable romance. The leading man is incidentally shown happily married with a little kid suffering from diabetes, whose impending kidney transplant he is saving up for.
The urgency, with which he moves from heavy-breath sex to casual indifference towards his own wife, can only be matched by the hurriedness with which he shifts from random acquaintanceship to raw foreplay with the woman he meets on the train. And then he decides to bed her at a motel room where a rogue breaks in, burgles his wallet, rapes the girl and obsessively blackmails him thereafter.
It may be prudent for "Mr Vishal" to honestly confess the train-ride to his wife than squander away his savings, attempt murder, and hide from the police. But that would mean a thriller done by half-way point. As expected, the unexpected twist at the end, by no means, redeems the terribly tactless proceedings.
Of course there is such a thing as Emraan Hashmi's genre of films. Forbidden love and intense love-making are vital ingredients of it. Thankfully the lip-lock appears to be getting less apologetic, more eager and reasonably passionate.
The music plays the lead role (though composer Mithun unfortunately seems recycling his immense talent here). ….read more
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