Over a terrific opening credits sequence - an elaborate production number dizzyingly julienned by Schoonmaker and original editor Prerna Saigal, shot in shimmying, Campari-filtered style by Rajeev Ravi - Kashyap seems less inspired by vintage potboilers than he is by the jittery postmodern artifice of “Chicago.” And if the film turns out to be less of a full-time tuner than this intro suggests, it’s for no lack of savvy in Amit Trivedi and Amitabh Bhattacharya’s slinky Hindi torch songs: The musical mood board here is no less era-melding than the cinematic one.įollowing that punchy salvo, the pic’s establishing reels are its saggiest, detailing the childhood trials of the principals in decade-hopping fashion. (Not for nothing, in this ersatz world of spangly imitation, does “Bombay Velvet” also sound like a cut-price brand of gin.) A sizable portion of the film’s heavily knotted plot, meanwhile, revolves around the aggressive urban planning of Mumbai’s city center in the 1960s and 1970s, whereby land was reclaimed from the sea for an overtly Manhattan-aping CBD. Some may see this as idle pastiche, though it aptly reflects the characters’ own painstaking attempts at occidental self-styling: Young street punk Balraj (Ranbir Kapoor, grandson of golden-age Bollywood idol Raj) is rechristened “Johnny” when he begins work as a lackey for a sharp-suited local crime lord, ultimately managing the American Art Deco-style jazz club that gives the film its name. A recurring line of dialogue is appropriated from “The Roaring Twenties” (itself excerpted onscreen), a climactic shootout slavishly restages Brian De Palma’s “Scarface,” and so on and so forth. When another states that “life is not ‘Double Indemnity,'” he’s only partially correct: Life, at least as “Bombay Velvet” knows it, simply follows a different frame of genre reference, as Kashyap packs proceedings with unveiled allusions to gangster-cinema touchstones. It’s a line perfectly representative of a script that’s bigger on suds than subtlety, and hyper-conscious throughout of its medium - its every character living in a movie of their own making. “Our love story will be epic our life, a smash hit,” our hero informs his paramour toward the end of a sprawling narrative that has already seen its fair share of drama writ large.
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