Subhash K Jha speaks about Go


By IndiaFM

This is the story of Gym and Jill who went up a hysterical hill and came tumbling down to fall in a heap on the ground, writhing squirming, cavorting and gyrating. Ooooh…what a beep!

Bloomers, bleepers, crooners and creepers….You thought Ram Gopal Varma in his last two films had hit an all-time low? Watch Go. You'll agree Varma's Factory needs to be shut down for serious overhauling.

It's not as though this story of Gym (newcomer Gautam who seems to have lost his shirt before strolling into the frames) and Jill (the Varma favourite Kothari who invests more expressions in one frame than Nutan did in the whole of Sujata) lacks peppy and perky moments.
In fact debutante director Manish Srivastav pumps up the adrenaline so hard you could almost see the veins pounding across the narrative skyline of this rowdy road movie. Admittedly some scenes are funnily written. There's the zany utterly mad climax where we get Rajpal Yadav holding a gun to the celluloid Cheap Minister ( and I do mean CHEAP Minister) while a long-haired punk (who seems to have been borrowed from an underground rock band from Glasgo-go-go) holds a gun to our love birds's constantly shaking heads.

Here you can't but chuckle at the way the action is dislocated from the climactic point to a pitch much lower and funnier than permissible for the pen-ultimate scenes in an action –adventure saga.

Welcome, then, to Ram Gopal Varma's third road movie. Unlike Daud and Road, Go has no star value….only car value. It has a pair of lovers who talk in terrible tongue twisting riddles and squirmy one-liners.

Somewhere in the maddening rat-a-tat of guns, ganas and gaaalis there's even a vague pun on 'Esha Deol' when the hero uses the actresses name as Irsha (jealousy). Esha should sue…Not this, please, not after Esha salvaged Ramu’s last spook-trek Darling.

Go is a spookfest of another kind. The love birds squabble incessantly while Kay Kay Menon playing a dour cop, often stands around watching the couple's collide-scope with the look of a man whose nostrils have just encountered an unpleasant smell.

Don't blame Kay Kay. The fetid odour comes from Ramu over-doing the gangsters, gangster-politicians and gangster-politicians-cops theme. His supporting cast (Ravi Kale, Govind Namdeo, Rasika Joshi, and a bunch of sinister-looking theatre burn-outs) has become so predictably inter-changeable, you wonder where Ramu is heading with his cinema. And it's certainly not Cannes, but the can.

Dialogue writer Arshad Syed's 'wan'-liners wouldn't make it into the rapid-fire round of Koffee With Karan. The dialogues need a serious re-write. But then who's serious about the movie-making business here?

The super-stupid flick’s ambiguous morality wouldn’t qualify it as suitable for a place among the films that changed the pace of Indian cinema

Muscle-Boy Gym snorts drugs in a club, womanizes to tease his next-door neighbour-lover and barges into her bedroom in his underwear, while the girl next-door’s mother (The ubiquitous Rasika Joshi) goes into a swoon.

If you haven't already fainted at the brain-dead antics of Gym and Jill, there's more in store in this crashing bore. The squabbling-neighbours and their in-love progenies is borrowed from K Balachander's Ek Duje Ke Liye. Nisha Kothari's character is named Vasu after Kamal Haasan in Balachander's film.
Kamal should sue.

Everyone from the goons to the ghouls seem to be in the mood for some on-the-job fun. Only Rajpal Yadav doing a series of demented take-offs, actually makes you laugh while you wince at the sheer absurdity stupidity and intolerable noise level of the goings-on. The love songs capturing the two newcomers in various stages of watered undress, come on intermittently in the first-half .The second-half is more chase-friendly with our couple fleeing to Goa singing fighting and laughing while a man dies in the backseat of their car. Isn't that sweet!

Insensitivity isn't just a brutal reality of the world that Ram Gopal Varma has so diligently built since Satya. It has now been extended to the audience. Does Varma really think audiences would tolerate this mix 'n' match masquerade of mayhem and mirth? Go at your own risk. But consult a good lawyer before you do so. You might want to sue for emotional trauma.