Dreams Within Dreams- The Review

Last night I was wondering about the fact that arts and media as we know them don’t have a legend from our generation. For example, the generation before us had Guns n Roses, before them there were the Iron Madien and Led Zep, then before them was King Presley. If we come onto movies before us people had Kubrick, before him was Hitchcock and before him was Kurosawa.

Lo and behold was I wrong bigtime! Legends are present. Only if you look for them in the right places.

It was asif an answer from the Gods themselves. There are times when things hit you with such profoundness that you start believing in the supernatural. Today (earlier tonight) I mean is one such day when inspite the fact that my clock shows 0456 hours I type away as vibrant as Chutiya (Of Gunda fame and not the derogatory term you will think of), after taking those manpills of his.

“Dreams within Dreams” is a rebellion. Okay it’s a movie made by some college kids but I do have to sound big don’t I? It’s a rebellion against all sorts of cinema that has left entertainment to nothing but a mode of showing skin and making people dream (Pun intended.). So when you see the protagonist walking in and the camera (the same as used during benchmark ventures like "Loha" and "Raam Gopal Verma ki G***d mein Aag") focussing on his shoes, you say to yourself “Hang on! This seems cliché but it certainly is making my head squirm”.

IIT Roorkee and its environs weren’t made a better use of anytime else. And I mean that including the time when the great Upper Ganga Canal was built using nothing but engineers from our institute. So whereas you have the lush gardens of main building providing a picturesque setting for “true love”, there are the dusty parks in front of Govind Bhawan providing some much needed privacy for our hero and heroine to coodle around in.

A couple of points worth mentioning:

1) “true love” above refers to a gesture wherein a female bends down and puts her arms forward in what seemingly less mature people might describe as an impressive impression of a chimpanzee.

2) The costume designers deserve a big hand (literally!) as the costumes leave an indelible mark with you exclaiming “Hey! What’s the use of swanky new clothes in those SRK movies when these work fine?”

So much so for the superficial aspects, lets do an in depth analysis of this masterpiece whose, last I heard, copy had been requested by the SPCA (Society for the Protection of Cruelty to Actors).

The director has outdone Kanti Shah. It wouldn’t be unjust to say that had Kubrick been alive, he would have opened his Eyes Wide Shut and eaten the brains off (again literally!) of this debutant. With what finesse has been the whole venture directed, you would be shocked to know that this movie in fact DID NOT win the Oscar for the Best film of the year. That distinction went to The Departed. I mean come on, Scorsese with another of his movie having more four letter words than a Joe F Keinar rant. Leonardo Di Caprio! That kid needs a 1912 manufactured steamer to make love. Our institute surely is better than that!

People will be going for my skin I am sure after they read this. You know Spielberg, Lucas, the jealous types who just cant stand the fact that some others can have more artistic talent than them!

So people, heed what I have written and watch this saga of romance, passion and a teacher who syncs writing on an empty blackboard. You would then have a story to tell to your grandkids.