She is doing it.
She is trying to get into the shoes of wanted Salman Khan
and Singham Ajay Devgn,
and Rowdy Akahay Kumar.
The first women centric mindless comedy is hers.
She tries to sizzle the mood of her once-loving audience by toning her body up, learning to flex the muscles her belly while keeping her hands up in the air... She is trying as hard as she had never tried..
I feel a pinch of pain every single time I stumble upon the trailer of Aiyyaa, Rani Mukherjee's latest movie. I don't know whether it is out of the sheer love that I once savored for her, or the special bong connection, that I go back to watch the trailer again and again and specially her dance moves. Watching her jump and pump and do all sorts of things she never mastered doing, seeing her trying so hard to catch the limelight a little more than her co-dancers, almost feeling the pain she must be suffering from trying to come back to the mainstream cinema, I turn the video off.
Nothing in life is constant.
And nothing excess in life stays long.
We may talk about ideal scenarios but they might just be countable exceptions. The devotion and regard that Amitabh Bacchan has drawn over his long-spanning acting career is one of its kind. It is not only a far fetched dream of every actor, but also a glorious example of constancy in class. And, coming back to Rani Mukherjee,
Her loss of stardom after delivering perhaps her best performance in Black, makes her career case a very curious one. What is more interesting is the fact that she is still considered to be a great actress. Her prowess of acting is never questioned.
Black was the summit of Rani Mukherjee's acting career. She reached a place where many Indian actresses could only imagine of reaching. She was able to bring both tears in her audience's eye as well as motivate them to stand up against all odds. She received all kinds of appreciation from all types of corners. She took it all.
Then came the cruel hard truth.
Then came unimportant forgettable roles. Then came the roles which could simply not match that of Michelle McNally.
Then came the Mangal Pandey s, the Baabul s , the Tara Ram Pum Pum s which were sent back from the cinema halls in a week’s time.
Even worse, these roles left the audience with a bitter taste. The movies with her face in the poster didn't seem to be as appealing as they used to be. She couldn't survive the competition from her zero figure rivals and her desperation showed. Her role in a movie called Dil Bole Hadippa, was actually crying for attention. Just like a 4 year old baby would cry trying to divert her mother's attention from her 2 year old sister. This was saddening for her admirers.
Rani Mukherjee’s career is a classic example of a crack under expectations coupled with a phase of bad-luck. It’s not that she has downgraded her class, or the status of her production, but the roles penned for her failed to ignite any appreciation from her audience. This could also be because of the bar she herself had raised in Black. She gave people something to compare herself with, but couldn't perform that well subsequently. Her constant failures resulting in her desperation to make a movie click can now be identified in her acting. Her natural grace, her natural charm is heading south.
Being an ardent fan of Rani Mukherjee, I might end up buying tickets of Aiyyaa and once again disappoint myself and my partner, but from the very core of my heart I wish the film well. I wish it becomes a hit and Rani Mukherjee comes back. I wish all the hard work she has done to shed her flabs and then to belly-dance those shredded flabs pays off. I wish people don't write her off and give her a cruel farewell from cinemas, much like Saurav Ganguly got from the cricket savvy nation. I wish we get to see some more emotionally affecting performances from her in unforgettable roles. I wish I like the movie and come back and write at least one good review about it.
Here’s hoping that Aiyyaa turns out to be a hit and Rani Mukherjee starts getting liked again.