jabberwocky

Jambavan was born out of the powerful yawn of Brahma-the creator of the Universe
The act of creation itself has been given such beautiful imagery. While it is difficult to pinpoint the source for the information it suits us fine to be part of the creation process through a channel called Jambavan
The J Company as it will be known inhouse will start functioning from the 1st of July. yipppeeeeee we have our own company.. finally!!!!

Nothing can better the pleasure of watching a play in a packed auditorium, filled with people and bursting at the seams. Foreign Theatre companies have an edge over local companies, something like aspirational value makes everyone come running to watch the firangs. Coming back to the play. The plot might be familiar but the treatment is very different. Two soldiers find themselves ship wrecked in the middle of the sea with nothing but a wooden roof of perhaps a long-submerged house to hang onto. While one speaks English(it is his side that we follow) the other speaks a language that neither the fellow soldier nor the audience comprehends. Distrust, prejudice and a generally lack of wanting to understand drives the two to fight several times and the one upmanship continues, till they get tired and decide to cooperate and find a solution to the problem on hand. The camaraderie and frienship that develops between the two forms the crux of the ending when they realise that they need to travel in opposite direction to their individual homes, even though they had built just one raft as a team. Robinson and Crusoe proves what most Modern Indian Theatre directors have been saying for while now. Language is immaterial. You dont'have to understand words-finally you need to feel. And for two people who want to understand each other will not have to rely on words. Without being activist(its a childrens play remember) the play address all the problems we face in the world today. The animosity that exists between the American block and the third world countries.. the need for homogeniety felt by certain countries. Coming from Germany, a country that has had to deal with nazi ism and the effects of the nazi regime, it was great.
The play begins as you step into the theatre, though there is no preset or background music. The performance area is awash with blue, the background, the wings, the stage, everything is a bright and clear blue. In the middle of the stage is a wooden structure--and... i'm tired of writing reviews.. this is the third i'm writing.. enough. this review will remain unfinished. the ending of the review is in its matter.. he who seeks shall find.

This one sure was a bummer.
It started with that strange, special instinct that tells you "don't go for that film"
you ignore it, and think aamir is always worth watching, so lets go.
the fact that its a yashraj production is a bit off- putting because i'm not in a mood for switzerland and chiffon saris, but then there's Aamir-so we go.
Kajol and aamir together --the hype makes me want to give the film a skip and i would have if the NBA thingy hadn't happened.. now i HAD to go whether I wanted to or not.

The film....? god help us. The first half is a bit of fun, but mostly none.
Kajol continues to sport the bewildered expression that she made famous in Baazigar and
continues to wear it when she's blind and even after she regains her sight. I can't decide when I liked her best-blind or with sight.
How much can you flog a dead horse? endlessly, it would seem, which is why even though the film goes no where, good old aamir never gives up, he cries, laughs, and does everything else with great passion like he believes in it.

I wish the director and whoever wrote this pathetic excuse for a story felt the same way. One ends up feeling sad for Aamir and a bit for Kajol as well, also for Rishi Kapoor, he really deserves better.
The performances of the caste is adequate-though not spectacular, but its difficult to be spectacular in the business of dabbas.
The story is painful: A romantic plot with a terrorist in disguise and a blind girls turns into "eye of the needle" by ken follet. Without the integrity of course-because in the Hindi film everyone has to be good(or bad but only with a very good reason). So after much plodding, and chugging and snow, and lakes, and embroidered skirts and yamaha chases on snow and a blizzard and a kid who get irritating after a bit and satish shah and lara datta who appear in the film for 3.8 seconds each and shiney ahuja who comes in for longer(3.9 secs), though they really have no reason to be there the film is a dud. a complete nightmare-for the actors
As for us -it was just a bore. Dabba
If i could tell someone something it would be this-to all story writers, film makers, etc etc the conglo that is bollywood...
you know nothing about kashmir-don't get into it.
Not all terrorists are people who need to be taught a good lesson and brought onto the right side
India making a film about a kashmiri terrorist is like England making a film about Bhagat Singh and making him out to be a terrorist who needs to be taught a lesson.
You know nothing-so chill, or better still stick to switzerland and chiffon saris
crackpots..
the timing is crazy.. NBA, Aamir, --all for this stupid film.
Maybe the Gujjus are smarter than we think!!!!