Street Dancer 3D | Bollywood Movie Review
Street Dancer 3D is a master-class in all the incredible things the human body can do.For the run time of this film – two hoursand twenty four minutes – people are pirouetting,leaping, flipping, contorting and moving their limbs in impossible ways.Watching them, I thought – if the script was half as nimble as these gifted people,this film would have been a smash.
Sadly, that is not the case.What we get is a line-up of endless dance-offsin which Indian, Pakistani and British dancerskeep trying to outdo each other –in studios, cafes, night clubsand even in the streets of London.Any space doubles up as a battle ground –in one scene, the rivalry dissolves into a food fightwith people throwing donuts at each other.
The film is in 3D so of course somecome hurling directly at you.I know that we don’t go into dance filmsexpecting high-IQ storytellingbut this one is unexpectedly juvenile.It’s almost as if writer-director Remo d’Souzaand his co-writers Tushar Hiranandani, Farad Samjiand Jagdeep Sidhu were making it upas they went along.Painstaking effort and sweat has been invested into the dance sequences.
The choreography is elaborate, the costumes are fantasticaland sheer talent on display is undeniable.But the connecting plot that actually givesthe dance meaning is feebleand in places, even comical.So one track builds the rivalry between thesegroups – the Indians and the Pakistanisconsistently try to outdo each other, onlyto realize that the real enemy is the Brits.Then there’s the strand of our hero Sahejtrying to win a competition to fulfil hisbrother’s dream.
And the propeller, driving the story forward,is a track about illegal immigrants from India, Pakistan and Sri Lanka.These men came to London with big dreamsbut they end up homeless and hungry.Inayat, the leader of the Pakistani dancegroup, wants to rehabilitate them.
So they enter a dance competitioncalled Ground Zero,in which we are told, the best of the best qualify but only the craziest win.What does that mean?In an interview about the film, Varun Dhawan said that he practiced dancing for 7 hours a day and did an additional 90minutes of weight training.Which could be the reason he is bare-chestedin so many scenes, including one in whichhe is dancing alone in his studio to express anguish.
He is deeply unhappy but the bronzerand ripped abs are perfectly in place.The characters in the film are so poorly writtenthat even competent actors struggle– Varun is painfully bland.Aparshakti Khurana weeps a lot.Shraddha Kapoor attempts to have both, compassion and swag but it’s a losing battle.
There’s also Nora Fatehi – she’s a terrificdancer but in the song Garmi,she’s doing a step which makes it look like,and honestly there is no polite way tosay this, she’s humping the floor.In the same song, Varun flicks sweat fromher waist and sings,‘Lal dress mein rani bilkul red velvet ka cake lage’.The only one who makes any impression is Prabhu Deva who gives us Muqabala 2.0.His body moves with grace and a staggering fluidity.Clearly the masters never get old.Neither do classics like Mile Sur Mera Tumhara.The song, produced by ad filmmaker KailashSurendranath, first played in 1988 and became an anthem for national integration.The Raag Bhairavi melody, which featured thebiggest artists of the country including LataMangeshkar, Amitabh Bachchan andKamal Haasan, was an instant classic.Remo reworks it here and briefly, the film lifts a little.But that’s not enough to get youthrough this tedious saga.
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