What Gowariker and his “researchers” have done is essentially corral up facts about the ancient civilisation and weave a Chosen One story around them. Did burpees exist then? Sorry, wrong question. And please, no sniggers about his amazingly modern, gym-sculpted torso. Also, if you bought Elizabeth Taylor as an Egyptian queen in Cleopatra, which Hollywood has never quite topped in the schlock-o-meter, please don’t complain about Hrithik Roshan’s gold-tipped curls that manage to remain curly even after a wrestle with the above-mentioned crocodile. We’re trying to make quasi-historical, quasi-mythical shlock, the kind Cecil B DeMille specialised in. I suppose this injunction is meant for those who missed the trailer with the flying crocodile, but it does make sense, especially when you see what it really means: This isn’t a history lesson, title be damned. Ashutosh Gowariker’s Mohenjo Daro opens with a big disclaimer that none of what’s to follow should be taken too seriously.
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