Sense be damned, sensuality rules!

After watching ‘Boss 2’, Towheed Feroze lists the flaws in most mainstream Bangladeshi films today

Boss 2

The large banner has the name emblazoned on it: Boss 2. The hero, with lipstick on his lips (believe it!), is staring down from the large banner at mere mortals on the road. On one side is the image of the belle.

Well, far before the film was out, the girl in question had become news for the item number of the movie, which later, had to be changed in face of public discontent. In a time when publicity stunts come in all forms, I won’t be surprised if the original song was first introduced and released on YouTube to create a social storm.

I am not going to believe that those related to the film’s publicity never envisaged that the song in question would not create an uproar. So, here we come to the first segment of current day film publicity: something shocking that makes news!

The song is about what!

Right, today, the item number is often bigger than the movie itself. Whose navel shot was up close and who decided to kiss directly on the lips or, who allowed the male actor to tuck in the front part of the saree below the navel are more talked about.

I mean the last one, if you check YouTube, is pretty steamy. Obviously, once you release it before the film and create a hype, people will automatically go to see the movie, mainly for that segment only.

Titillation trumps all else!

So, in this case, Boss 2, the part in question that stole sleep from many or inspired thoughts like: ‘uffff, seven days with her and I am willing to die!’ involves a rising actress.

In fact, I don’t have anything against her; she is svelte, and knows how to weave a web of seduction. After all, if an actress cannot give you restless nights then what’s the use of trying to become one?

Anyway, the problem is the song, later changed to ‘Yaara Meherban’, an erotically charged Sufi inspired dance extravaganza is shown to be taking place behind a shrine. The message sent is: if you go to a shrine and offer your prayers then, afterwards, for something more provocative, step to the back side where shisha is on offer.

I mean, that is just the tip of the iceberg: lissome ladies in revealing dresses sing to a song eulogizing the supreme powers of the creator. Whether you are inspired by the spiritual message of the song or totally transfixed by other worldly attractions is solely up to you.

The audience goes wild! I am sure, not by the inherent message…

Right, one can easily understand what the people inside the hall are actually waiting for. Who cares if the item song is behind a shrine. After all, no use looking for spiritual nirvana unless you have sensed or tasted some ‘other’ bliss here on Earth. I get a feeling that nowadays many go to cinema halls for that large screen skin exposing extravaganza. The lady friends accompanying the guys fidget.

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I have heard many admonitions in the halls: ‘Ai tumi eibhabe dekhba na,’ (stop ogling at the dancer!) bondho koro chokh bondho koro (shut your eyes, immediately!) and my favourite…‘this is why you screamed Mahi, Mahi in your sleep!’

The main purpose is showing the flesh and nothing more. Surprisingly, these same actresses who become ultra-bold in film songs decide to appear very modest when they face the media. This effort to appear conservative in front of the press is a dated one.

Why they perform this charade, puzzled me.

Who cares about inconsistencies?

Yep, it seems that I am the only person in the hall getting irked about the countless implausible twists.

So here is a list and questions, which no one will ever bother to answer:

In the film, the protagonist is a top terror of sorts. Meanwhile, his girlfriend is the only daughter of the most honest police officer.

Why would a policeman’s daughter love a gunda? How did that love develop? No one knows. Shakespeare comes to mind: love does not look with the eyes but with the mind and therefore the winged Cupid is painted blind!

Guns are all around, irrespective of the city shown on screen. In Bangkok, on the roof of a large building, men in black suits carry weapons with the villain, who has the epithet ‘Bangkok er Baagh’ having his breakfast, a pistol lying on the table.

I think we have to believe that if you are in Bangkok then you can just walk into the night market and casually say: I need to buy a few Nike trainers, some fake Gucci wallets and oh, throw in some Glock pistols, a few assault rifles, plenty of magazines.

By the way, also send me a rocket launcher and some grenades!

You have gunned down, let’s say, about ten people though the police are not there to apprehend you. Perhaps we ought to make ourselves believe that the law enforces are busy near Nana Plaza.

The protagonist, a wanted criminal walks around Dhaka city without a disguise, delivering lines laced with braggadocio: ami ekbaar boli ar hajar bar boli, mane kintu ektai (whether I say it once or a thousand times, the meaning remains the same). When the police chief agrees to talk to him, there is no backup security team, thus allowing the goon to flee.

 

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Absurdity topped with eroticism

So, why would you go to watch the film? Er, ok, let me see, the item song of course! For good reason, no dialogue will have any impact on you because almost all of the script is written by someone who possibly smoked three joints in a row after downing at least half a bottle of Vodka.

Therefore, no point going to see these movies in a normal state of mind. Take refuge in the cinema hall and immerse in ultimate insanity if:

  • You were caught with a stack of Playboy by your grandmother
  • Someone tells you: ‘dosto, come, let’s make a film about strippers’
  • You are invited to be a medium in a planchette and the spirit you are seeking is that of Jack the Ripper
  • Your friend suggests, swimming the Buriganga River, especially the part running behind Mitford Hospital
  • Your uncle comes and tells you: after much mulling I feel you ought to start a new ‘Hellfire’ hedonist club in Dhaka

Or,

  • Your private drawer has been broken into and, your father has found handcuffs with soft tiger skin cover, unusually thick black candles, a whip with spikes and, a manual titled: ‘hurt me more, hurt me till its heaven!’

So, what more can I say, to end in a positive note: I think Nusrat Faria has potential. That is even if she is not exposing her strategic parts. Maybe she will be a perfect role in a horror film where a female spirit comes back from the dead to seek out a human lover.

Hey, I am getting goosebumps already!