Unchronological story-telling is a style adopted by the veterans for playing with time-line for a gritty depiction of the portrayal. It is some scraps of un-related scenes juxtaposed for something meaningful. Gripping. And of course, intelligent.
Director Kaizad Gustad, after ill-received Boom tried his hands in a pseudo-noir movie in a style mastered by the veterans like Iñárritu. Gustad tried his way to it. Fragments of scenes stops abruptly and picks up a new fragment not in relevance to the previous one. And, the randomness creates restlessness among the viewers. But, in vain. Gustad might have vehemently tried to foul play with a master stroke.
The plot of cons and conned – in the backdrop of a rain-drenched Goa with an ever-talented Naseer could have been so grim and addictive. But Gustad was in the hang-over of his last creation. He was busy re-creating his previous failure and gives it a lame new dimension.
Artur Zurawski shot the movie at rain-drenched boats and the dockside desolation of Goa. But the utter randomness and a contrastingly gorgeous and voluptuous presence of Leone never let to breathe the freshness of the place or the shots. They were lost as some shoddily shot frames.
If the director calls this movie a con-thriller, the biggest con was played by the director himself by casting Sunny Leone. She never strips. She never acts. She never even gives you that “ooh-really” moment throughout. But she is there in every scene almost. Conned, ehh!
And, if not conning was a real motive of the director – it is a real mystery to solve. Why a non-Hindi speaking pretty porn-star will be cast in a major role. Her Hindi loosely reminds you of the Boom-days of Katrina. And, Sachin Joshi did what mostly an actor opposite Leone expected to do. He shows his toned body and leaves the rest to Leone to complete. The only positive gain from the movie is that Sunny Leone has learnt something more other than the vehemently breathing what she did for 90 minutes constantly in her last Jism 2.
And, there is a blonde Bob Marley-styled Naseeruddin Shah. It is upsetting to watch a movie which mis-uses one’s talent to an extremity. The twists, turns, coils in the movie are all lost in the way of story-telling.
The frames and moments that were tossed upon abruptly – he did it well. But, there is a conjugating part where the myriad images are brought together with artistry and mastery. And, that is where Gustad faltered. And, he faltered badly. The inexplicable beauty of noir remains untouched rest the artistry of mix-n-match plot revelation or unchronological story-telling. It is a sheer torture that once again proves that powerful armament can be dangerous in the hands of an amateur or a cynic.
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It is a sheer torture to watch 'Jackpot'.
