Anjaan 2014 Hindi Dubbed Movie Info:
Wealthy widow Ranima runs a massive feudal-style estate in Indian countryside, where the virtuous doctor Ajit lives and works, along with the evil estate manager Ramnath; the two are rivals for the love of Indira, the household’s beautiful nanny.
Initial release: August 15, 2014 (India).
Directors: N. Lingusamy, Suresh
Music composed by: Yuvan Shankar Raja.
Anjaan 2014 Hindi Dubbed: After watching N. Lingusamy’s Anjaan, I feel compelled to campaign for a new award category: Best Supporting Toothpick. The aforementioned sliver of wood, lodged permanently between Raju Bhai’s (Suriya) teeth, is in nearly every frame, and it delivers the film’s most stylish performance. It moves slyly from side to side. At times, it takes a cue from Rajinikanth’s cigarettes, vanishing into the mouth and reappearing most miraculously. It is, all told, the sum total of Raju Bhai’s character delineation.
It’s as if the writers sat down and thought of what could make this bhai character different from all the other bhai characters down the decades, and came up with nothing. After all, this isn’t a Ram Gopal Varma outing. This is a U-certificate don movie — you cannot have Suriya bathed in blood. This don doesn’t smoke, he rarely drinks, and even when he visits a house of ill repute (I’d call it something else, but then, a U-certificate movie deserves a U-certificate review), it’s only to hunt for clues. What is the exact nature of his business? How did he get into this line? How did he rise through the ranks? We know nothing. How, then, to make this chap interesting? That’s when someone must have piped up: “Let’s at least give him a toothpick.”
Yes, I’m afraid the film is that uninspired. It runs a posterior-numbing 170 minutes, and there isn’t one surprising moment — not one line of dialogue worth recalling, not one tune worth humming, not one action sequence worth upping the pulse for (they borrowed the doves from the John Woo films, but none of the moves), not one juicy character worth caring about. These are the basics of a masala entertainer, and without them, what’s left? Just the plot, which, as usual, revolves around revenge — and that’s fine. No one walks into these films expecting to be riveted by the protagonist’s struggles with the scientific establishment to slap a new element on the periodic table. What’s shocking is the utter lack of life.
This is a dull, dull movie. Lingusamy unleashes the technical arsenal and fractures the narrative and expects us to follow a trail of clues as if this were a twisty noir nail-biter, but it’s no use because the story has all the suspense of a housewife shopping for vegetables. Will her eyes fall on — cue dramatic background score, fast cutting, looping camera moves — potatoes or carrots? Ooh!