Review: 'Dedh Ishqiya'
Just to hear these roguish, duplicitous characters walk the talk is a pleasure beyond the ordinary. Make no mistake. 'Dedh Ishqiya' walks many extra miles beyond your highest expectations. It negotiates a nawabi era long gone, or perhaps never in existence. And it does so with a bracing bewildering beguiling blend of aristocratic arrogance and ironic humility.
Welcome to the world of quaint contradictions. This is Mehmoodabad, a place close to yet far from Lucknow where time stops still. Where mushairas and mujras jostle with very contemporary preoccupations, like making fast bucks.
The one thing that can be said with supreme certainty about 'Dedh Ishqiya' is that you've never seen such a marriage of old-world charm and new-world subterfuge before.
Who in his right mind except the utterly wacked-out Babban (Arshad Warsi) would say, "Tumhari saari nawaabi, tumhare pichwade mein ghused dunga," and get away with it? Yup, nawaabi gets its twinkle-eyed comeuppance in this tale of the fading Begum (Madhuri Dixit) and her besotted suitors.
There is a delightful sequence in Madhuri's mysteriously-lit inner chamber where Naseeruddin Shah and Madhuri exchange courtly confidence while their respective sidekicks discuss the pluses and minuses of latest I-Phones.
A sequence such as this draws out the dynamics of the old and the new world, and the ideological clashes that define life in certain cultures which are defined not so much by contemporary existences as by nostalgia.
This is a world that exists only as an idea. Director Abhishek Chaubey gives a tantalising tangibility to the non-existent world in this boudoir-based burlesque where autumnal characters filch resplendent Urdu poetry from their peers and pass it off as their own to gain brownie points with the beauteous patroness of the fine arts, who incidentally is not quite what she seems. But hush!
Without giving away the plot I'd like to say nothing is as it seems.
The roguish deceptions of two of the four principal characters, Khalujaan (Naseer) and Babban are known to us from the first film 'Ishqiya', in which the Naseer-Arshad duo more than met their match in the spunky Vidya Balan.
The location has now changed. And so have the female protagonists. The rustic cow dung compulsions of Balan's burlesque in 'Ishqiya' are now replaced by the decorous ambrosial but decadent tragic aristocracy of Madhuri's character - Begum Para.
When we first meet Begum Para, she strikes us as a beautiful anachronism. Honestly, this is a 'Para'-normal situation! Madhuri's lahja, tehzeeb, adaas, aahen gile-shikwe remind us of Meena Kumari in 'Pakeezah'. But the lady has a past, and a future. She is no walkover, although she pretends to be one.
Her lady-in-waiting (a very Shakespearean touch, that) is played by the exorbitantly sexy Huma Qureshi, who is growing into one of our more engaging contemporary actresses.
I really can't imagine anyone but Huma bringing the same spirit of libidinous chutzpah to the character. She is in many ways superior to the film's main attraction, Madhuri who I felt struck some wrong notes in her character's faltering firmament.
But when Madhuri dances to Birju Maharaj's choreography we tend to forget and forgive all the false notes in the characterisations.
We revel in the raga of a romance long gone-by.