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Thursday, August 27, 2020

Tenet - A Palindrome

 

Spoiler Alert: Like most Nolan films, it is at the same time yes and/or no. What do you mean spoilers? Anyway, one does not understand the Nolan films. So, reading up is actually recommendable before you go to his films. 


A friend of mine (goes by the handle of @VJ290481) on Twitter put it more succinctly “One must make sure to read the movie’s Wikipedia plot section before watching any of Nolan’s films. This way you can follow 50% of the movie, to get it 100% you gotta be Nolan”


My blog posts are usually ramblings of my wandering mind. They usually are not reviewing books or films. But a rare experience comes along and triggers the write button. Nolan, going forward, should do two options. One, the full-length film; two, a much shorter version just capturing the essentials, a little longer than the trailer, but much shorter the full length.


I will split my review also to the same design.


The much shorter version: Terrorists storming a swanky setting, people rushing into save, spellbinding action, the action scene gets over. People conduct normal conversations in city surroundings. (No, the city does not fold in on them or explode) The scientist explains time-bending science to the hero. The time-bending science is continuously explained. More action sequences. Movie ends.


The shortest version (A Bonus)

This one is not written by me, it is already written within the film itself (Trust Nolan to do those clever tricks, a loop inside a loop). This is an actual conversation between the leads in the film


Neil: What the hell happened here?


The Protagonist: Hasn't happened yet


The full-length version.


The film starts in the usual Nolan way. A grand opera. The conductor getting ready to start the proceedings. You instinctively know the poor guy does not stand a chance. BANG. He is shot. The opera is taken hostage by a bunch of thugs. Why, where – you must wait for the police to arrive to find out. The police come. Our protagonist surprisingly named the protagonist, waits with few others, and after applying a simple Velcro badge of the correct police logo, joins the team of police that has arrived to rescue. Pulsating music, masked faces, the sleeping audience (in the film, not in the cinema hall, I mean not yet, it is too early in the film for that to happen) and a fantastic action sequence later (no one knows whether the rescue operation was successful or not) the protagonist is tortured and bites on a cyanide bullet to end it all.


GOTCHA!


Not so soon, that was a fake capsule; everyone knows it except the Russians who were torturing him. All bond films ridicule the intelligence levels of Russians for ages, but this is taking it to a new level.


From the opera house to a ship, you suddenly find the protagonist (TP from now on) sauntering the streets of good old London, recruiting the most handsome vampire (TMHV in short). TG and TMHV are not the normal young people that you see on the streets. Listening to their discussions, they remind you more of a Rutherford and Einstein before August 1945.


Cue to move to some underground (physically not metaphorically) lab, where a mandatory white coat lab scientist explains the trademarked “Nolan and his time obsession” by making the TG shoot to get the bullet back into the chamber. The ear-splitting almost real-life imitation sound of a bullet is recreated by the Swedish composer. (The Swedish composers are probably born with a secret DNA strain that makes them the perfect fit for apocalypse films – Chernobyl & Joker and now Tenet)


Jump next to the orgasm moment for all Indians. TP and TMHV visit Bombay and we have Dimple Kapadia on screen. Only Nolan can convert the eternally bikini-clad Dimple effortlessly into an arms dealer. Bobby to Priya is a long road indeed. She is required to look serious and utter more serious lines and she pulls it off. Not knowing what is happening around you gives you an immense amount of confidence to handle the proceedings. For all the troubles they took to travel to Bombay meet Bobby err Priya, they get just one name. Could have been a simple zoom call.


Back in London, TP sees a woman you initially mistake for Madame Olympe Maxime. Some mother-son tender moments play out that makes you think maybe meeting Dimple in Bombay has reduced Nolan to a Bollywood director. The tallest woman you have seen since Goblet of Fire turns out to be the wife (estranged or still current is immaterial as time keeps flowing forward and backward) of the person the name of who TP and TMHV extracted from Dimple.


She has some background in being a con artist. Some fake Goya sold to the man (goes by the name Sator) and he was so pissed off he separates mother and son – much like an 80s Hindi film villain. I tell you guys; Dimple has had more impact on Nolan than you first admit. Now follows some typically Nolansque scenes where TP and TMHV crash (literally and not just any mere crash, this is as big as it gets, how big? – well, how about a 747 into a freeport?) into the safe, switch the fake and engage in a fight where there are TP, TMHV, and what you think are two masked men.


GOTCHA yet again. It was just one masked man. and one even turns out to be TP himself. So were there 4, 3 or just 2 of them? My bet is on three! But who am I to decipher Nolan?  


All is well at this stage. The tallest woman and TP meet Sator and Sator immediately tells TP that he plans to kill him. Nice bloke. I like no-nonsense villains. If only he had not reminded me of Captain Haddock! I could not help smiling whenever he came on screen. I was looking for TinTin and Snowy in all earnest.


TP and Sator agree to TP stealing some Plutonium. An edge of the seat burglary and a car chase later the stolen box of plutonium changes hand so many times that you just do not care anymore where the damn thing went so long as the car chase ended. Cars sailing backward, cars moving in formation, good old pass the parcel, some super heavy fire engines to kick start the process and then back to some time-transition scene – it is more like watching two channels on the TV at the same time, one screen a dull grey and other a developing-room red- anyway the scene ends with the clear conclusion TP does not have whatever it is that he was supposed to have and instead, he only has the tallest woman to deal with.


Another pincer movement tryst with the 747 crashing into the freeport and shortly after small mumbo-jumbo they are all back, ominously deciding that the climax must be in Oslo. However, Nolan decides it shall be another pincer movement with red and blue color-coding, expecting that it will make it clear, ha ha ha, and then a lot of army-like people assemble and take off towards an Estonian old industrial relic that is tailor-made for climax of films that have Armageddon in their mind.


In between backward traveling ships and other such visual clues tell you that all is well in Nolan’s universe.


After that 747 crashing into the freeport a second time, the tallest woman is back in the pink of her health and three teams proceed towards the climax.


The Red and Blue team planning a visually stunning but cerebrally draining maneuver in the above mentioned Estonian industrial relic while the tallest woman sets out on a tryst with Captain Haddock (Minus TinTin and Snowy).


Pardon me the overlook, that I shall correct right now – there is the ever-constant Michael Caine meeting TP in one of those posh English restaurants where he comments about the nice cut of the suits that TP was wearing. TPs reply was supposed to be the one frame blink-it-and-you-miss-it humor quotient of the film.


The said Estonian landscape has some 9 kinds of stuff gathered by Captain Haddock, no relation to Horcruxes of the Lord Voldemort, but almost similar, but not exactly the same, which TP and TMHV must recover and deactivate before the universally accepted green timer clock ticks down to zero.


No one knows what happens in those frenzied last 10 minutes of blue and red forging ahead with bombs exploding and buildings getting fixed in reverse of the explosions (maybe it was actually 10 mins for blue and 10 mins for red but by this time no one cares a fuck) and all ends well. TMHV rescues TP and a no-frills and fancy army captain and they decide to go about their way.


In the meantime, the tallest woman can’t bring herself around to do a simple sun lotion on the back of Captain Haddock and shoots him dead.


So, you think the movie ends!


GOTCHA yet again.


Bobby turned arms dealer Priya and a mean-looking, albeit incompetent assassin waits outside this posh English school to kill the tallest woman. Whoever plans a kill in the busy streets when so much of alleys and empty apartments await?


BHAM! TP kills the assassin. The assassin deserves that fucking bullet. What sort of an assassin does not notice his assassin getting in the back of his car?


This being a Nolan film you do not dare walk out of the cinema hall before the usher drives you out. So, you sit through the credits and nothing happens during or after the credits, fooling you yet again. I have now lost track of the number of times Nolan gleefully shouted GOTCHA!


Trivia – John David Washington is the son of Denzel Washington


Friday, August 14, 2020

I hope, therefore I am !

 When the strong rays of hope

Dispel the lingering fog of despair

How can one not hope?

 

When the gentle caress of love

Erases the creases of hate

How can one not love?

 

When the flowing stream of compassion

Smoothens the pebbles of discord

How can one not be gentle?

 

When the soft words of comfort

Extinguish the flames of hatred

How can one be harsh?

 

When the shining beacons of intellect

Guide one through treacherous waves of stupidity

How can one not be wise?

 

Like a cool breeze, that comes out of nowhere to soothe

When a stranger, with nothing to gain, appears to help

How can one nurture distrust?

 

When the strong banks of justice

Hold back the raging river that is divisive

How can one not be just?

 

When people, even if less in numbers, with good intentions

Stand tall and unflinching in the face of oppression

How can one not be inspired?

 

When fearless journalists question the ranks

Like the “tank man” who braved the tanks

How can one lose hope?

 

When everything looks hopelessly dark

And you know that it is the darkest before dawn

How can one not hope?

 

Hoping that hope does not betray my hope to hope!