In Student of the Year, Johar nostalgically returns to the cool campus
where he had launched his career some fifteen years back, and revisits the
tropes, some of which he had himself made current in Hindi Cinema, but, with an
objective distance of a wiser filmmaker. The campus camaraderie which he had
romanticized on in his debut film is under suspect at the very outset, when
competition becomes the buzz-word defining relationships and social positions.
The brands (notably, DKNY, Nike, etc) he had unquestioningly paraded, all most
with a sense of pride, have now become more expensive (Gucci, Louis Vitton,
Versace, Fusion, etc), but, the treatment they receive, albeit a celebratory
one, is also sarcastic. Non-normative sexuality is no longer something to laugh
at, although a certain degree of stereotyping is still there.
More interestingly,
marginalities and deprivations are mapped out in terms not only of class
positions, but also, the body and sexuality. When the overweight Sodo (Kayoza
Irani), in a drunken state, comes down really hard on the gay dean Yoginder
Vasisht (Rishi Kapoor), saying Apko pata
hai na aap aur mere jaise logo ko kabhi partners nahi mil saakte, you would
know how the film has so far created a register of normativity only to debunk
it in the end. Beautiful bodies are posited vis-à-vis obese, unfit bodies;
heterosexual conjugal life is posited vis-à-vis the sexual ‘Other’. And, yes,
man versus woman: she is patronized for her shallowness and naivety; but, she
is made fun of and is discriminated against when she becomes a threatening
competitor and enters the ‘male’ domain with confidence.
And amid all that, the veneer of
homosociality is constantly pulled into shreds, as the two boys (Siddharth
Malhotra as Abhimanyu Singh and Varun Dhawan as Rohan Nanda) romance each other,
more intensely than they feel for the girl. Johar recuperates Bollywood’s
famous trope of male-bonding, where the heterosexual love interest mostly finds
herself an unwanted intruder in their emotional world of bromance. Abhimanyu’s
mock concern, every time Rohan, emotionally, hugs him --- Ab tu mujhe kiss to nahi karega? ---- has no malice in it. And,
Shanaya (Alia Bhatt) discovers before long that the boys are all too ready to
sacrifice her for each other’s sake. She asks the same questions as a certain
Vyajayanti Mala had asked in Sangam (where
Raj Kapoor and Rajendra Kumar were more in love with each other than with her)
or a certain Madhuri Dixit in Saajan
(where Sanjay Dutt and Salman Khan fiercely competed against each other in the
sacrifice game); and, she must have felt as left out as a certain Sumita Sanyal
who sheds tears from a distance, as a grieving Amitabh Bachchan melodramatically
breaks down over a lifeless Rajesh Khanna in Anand. And, in the last frame, she is completely shoved into oblivion,
as the two friends, looking suggestively at each other, run towards the camera,
in a gesture of go-ahead, when the scene fades-out to bring on the end credits.
And in tune with the theme,
Johar deploys the male-body-as-spectacle: a perfectly chiseled Siddharth
Malhotra emerges from the sea in a skimpy swimwear with the dripping waters
lustily accentuating his anatomy, soon to be followed by an equally uninhibited
Varun Dhawan. The sweaty boy-camaraderie of the football field, of the
gymnasium, of the swimming pool and running tracks raise the barometer-reading
in almost every frame of the film. Alia Bhatt intervenes sometimes in
designer-wear and once in a flimsy yellow two-piece to do service to the male (or
queer female) gaze. But the boys win hands down in the bare-dare game! Perhaps,
this is where The Student of the Year bears
the mark of being a Karan Johar film, apart from the visuals of plenitude and
aesthetic material objects which have become integral to all his productions.
However, the desire for a life
of abundance the films of Karan Johar has so far marketed, is seriously
undercut by Rohan’s abandonment of his father Ashok Nanda’s (Ram Kapoor)
property, and his coming of age as a successful musician. Abhimanyu’s ambition
to mimic Ashok Nanda which almost makes of him a fierce competitor is also
seriously thwarted by his discovery of the entrepreneur’s essential brutality.
Although Abhimanyu does attain success, the film inserts a moral lesson too! The
aggressive pursuit of ‘good life’, which many of Johar’s films have so far
celebrated as inevitable, is called into question. The Student of the Year
trophy which degenerates into a symbol of cut-throat competition and death of
humaneness remains untouched in the end. The dying dean confesses his mistake
of trying to make robots of his students.
Of the actors, Rishi Kapoor, as
the dean of the school, is a revelation; the dufliwala still rocks. The newcomers impress more by their looks
than their acting skills. Yet, Siddharth Malhotra with his hot angular face,
Greek god torso, and deep baritone is here to stay; Varun Dhawan is cute, but
demands some more grooming in acting classes; he needs to work hard on his
voice. Alia Bhatt is petite and pretty, with an extraordinary panache for
carrying sexy dresses and scarlet lips, but, unfortunately, not an actor to be
reckoned with. There is certain dumbness about her which suited Shanaya, but,
would definitely prove a handicap in other films, unless, however, she is
typecast.
One definite plus point of the
film are the witty (read bitchy) dialogues which Karan Johar can only pen; and,
of course, the music: Vishal-Shekhar would make you rock with Radha and Disco Deewane, become aggressive with Ratta Maar, and go liltingly romantic with Ishqwala Love. The campus carnivals would have been seriously
incomplete without them.
All in all, a gaily entertaining
watch, Student of the Year is a
familiar Karan Johar film, but definitely not a typical one; I believe, the fun
of watching the film, lies in reading it (or even looking upon it as a
meta-text) against the entire oeuvre of Karan Johar productions. If not for
anything else, watch it for its sheer gloss and glam and those beautiful
bodies…Siddharth Malhotra, Varun Dhawan and well, Alia Bhatt too!
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1 comment:
Let me confess, I liked this flick more than the other Karan Johar directorial ventures. I am not a fan of the typical Karan Johar films, they either irritate me because of the glibness or they bore me to sleep ('Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna' gave me a case of bad headache). But this one's too slick, and it is sticky as hell..... hahaha...... of the sugary kind. The incredulous and laughably blown up situations are enjoyable, largely because of the three gorgeous looking leads.
However, what interested me more were the common referencing that Karan has done that is, aptly put by you, bitchy at its best. And the telling influence that films like '3 Idiots', 'Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na' and 'Dil Chahta Hai' has had on Karan also made me chuckle and reflect on those films' tremendous appeal.
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