Reality that doesn’t bite

Johnson Thomas

This film has been prepped as an unveiling of the deep and dark secrets of the glamour world. Unfortunately, there’s no glamour to speak of in the film—just an ugly expose of hidden truths that oh-so-conveniently happen to belong to the motley group of friends, assembled in a farmhouse on the pretext of a party.  So, it’s a film within a film set-up and therefore the reality concept. There’s ample scope for all kind of revelations and the filmmaker, an RJ turned film director, Anirudh Chawla, who claims to have an in on celeb secrets, probably wants us to actually link the piece-meal revelations to stars we know and adore. Frankly, in this day and age none of those revelations could be even deemed as shocking. Nothing is new nor is there any thing specifically interesting in the treatment here. Since it’s a concept film don’t look for logic either. There isn’t any story to tell.
The revelations are all neatly segmented in sections with titles aiming to be funny. But for the viewer there isn’t any relief. Since the director doesn’t bother to develop any of the characters enough for us to develop any empathy for them —you end up feeling like you are in alien territory.  The flippant nature of the treatment makes the painful revelations seem trivial and unintentionally funny too. The dialogues sound a little forced and unnatural. And the camerawork is so jittery that you feel totally out-of-focus all through the ordeal. The actors are natty enough in their performances but there’s no connect, so it’s a lost cause anyway.