Okay, don’t get misled by the title. It doesn’t mean that the film is to be hated. Maybe it’s a catchy phrase that’ll get you to read the post – a gimmick to seek attention. Or maybe it has some deep rooted meaning to it. Go figure!
Well, the trailer of Aisha – the first trailer of Aisha had me really interested in the movie. Specially how the colour of ‘h’ in Aisha was different. With the habit of thinking too much, I was wondering. Ais(h)a? Aisa? Aisa kya? Kyun aisa?
In cinema, nothing is done without a reason, they tell me. So, the colour of the ‘h’ being different had to mean something, didn’t it? But, in the end, did it really?
H is for Hate. Does that sound a feasible enough solution?
From the middle of the movie, just before the intermission (where the colour of one of the alphabets were different had gotten me thinking that yes, the colours are just for design and nothing more significant) I had started hating Aisha. Again, not the movie. The character Aisha. All flashy designer clothes, blowing up money, time and effort for her ‘projects’, her way of talking, her mannerism, the whole of it. She was like this girl who is the epitome of a certain group of girls in all colleges – a lot of money, belief for brands and parties every night.
Yet, probably this was the aim of the director. You hate, hate, hate the protagonist, till the very end. Till the very end when you pick up your character from the gutters and make the audience feel stupid for hating her in the first place – how could someone hate this sweet, caring, adorable girl (woman according to Abhay Deol in the movie) who just seemedto be a little weird (if I may say so) in the beginning?
But the problem is, this never happens. Till like almost the end of the movie, the director builds his character, his anti-heroine well. But, at the end, just cannot manage to pick her up onto the pedestal which throughout the movie she believes herself to be in, and why the reason we hate her.
I haven’t read Emma, so I cannot judge how true Aisha is to her. But, at the end of the night, on a cold scooter ride back from the movie theatre, Aisha, the girl still had me intrigued. If only her character could have been rescued in the end. If only I could love her as much I hated her at points, this would have been one of the gems of recent Indian cinema. Everything else was in place. A brilliant production design, VW curves (yum!), the glamour and the style, with strong people behind the camera, in the edit room and writing songs – everything was in place. Just at the end of the movie, Aisha couldn’t evolve as much we would have loved her to.
At the end of the movie, we still hate her a little more than we love her. And this, is probably where the movie fails, the only thing that keeps it back from being a masterpiece.