Here’s what you want on your iPod, recommends Luke Kenny.movie reviews Updated: Jun 07, 2010 13:43 IST
Wake Up The Nation
Paul Weller remains one of the few influential musicians of the’80s who is still going strong. From his days with The Style Council and his earlier band, The Jam, this free-flowing music artiste has never rested on his laurels. Aged 50 and still vigourously active, he proves the agelessness of simple rock ‘n’ roll. Often referred to as The Modfather, Paul Weller is an unabashed rock n roller, as the 16 short songs on this album prove. Really, the average length of the songs on the album is about two and a half minutes. And that just goes to prove that, all you need to say in a song, can be done in three minutes or so, and anything longer is pure indulgence.
‘I’m New Here
I mentioned this album a few months ago, and now, it’s finally out. This is Gil Scott-Heron’s first album in 16 years and for a man who was one of the voices of counter-culture in the ’70s, it’s refreshing to see he has still not lost his ‘voice’ and what is even more reassuring, is that his relevance is still strong. Fans of the 61-year-old legend will love this anyway, but for the kids out there who have never heard of Gil Scott-Heron, now’s the time to start. This is artistic expression at its best, poetry at its finest and an interesting mix of the spoken word and minimalist electronica. This sound is a departure from Gil’s earlier sound that mixed funk and jazz from a better time. But what is to be seen here is that even if the sound changes, the words, thoughts and statements remain as passionate and spiritually charged as ever. Amen.No Tears to cry, Moonshine, Fast car, slow traffic and many others prove it over and again.
Stone Temple Pilots
Stone Temple Pilots
STP fans rejoice for the new album and the original lineup is back. And after nine long years since their last release, Shangri La De Daa, in 2001, the edge is sharper than ever and still as dangerous. The grunge sound is long gone (Thank God) and what we have here is something more powerful that gets under your skin and keeps wriggling there till you explode. Scott Weiland sounds as strong as ever and as for the playing of bassist Robert DeLeo and drummer Eric Kretz, hear it to believe it. Oh, and you will bow down when you hear Dan DeLeo play those solos (the guitar solo is back people). This album is STP having a whole lot of fun (which is the basic tenet of rock ‘n’ roll) and you can’t help but get on this ride.
Iggy and the Stooges
(Deluxe Reissue 2CD Legacy Edition)
Most kids into metal and punk today won’t realise this, but most punk and, by evolution, metal would not exist had it not been for Iggy Pop and his band, the Stooges who, way back in 1973, released this seminal work of staggering genius. At the time it was released, it was panned by the critics and the band broke up soon after. But a few undergound fans took it to heart and made it a cult album. And now almost 37 years later, it gets the digital re-mastering treatment with a second disc of the live concert from 1973 in Atlanta, Georgia (you haven’t lived till you’ve heard Raw Power live). From the opening, Search and destroy to Gimme danger, to Penetration to the titular and the monumental Raw power, Iggy and the Stooges tell it like it is, with a slap in the face and a slamming punch to the solar plexus.
A tale of Gandhi’s ashes
dvd review for your home theatre viewing this week, by Glad Eye
Road to Sangam
Director: Amit Rai
Gipsy Films, Rs 299
One of the prized possessions of the government museum in Allahabad is a big-nosed, bottle-green truck with a Ford V8 engine. It's the vehicle that, in 1948, carried one of the urns containing Mahatma Gandhi's ashes on its journey to the confluence of the Ganga and the Yamuna, where it was tipped into the water according to the Mahatma's wishes. The others were sent to various parts of the country to be immersed in other rivers. Mysteriously, one of the urns stayed locked up in Orissa.
In 2000, the Mahatma's grandson, Tushar Gandhi, claimed the last of the urns and wanted to consign its contents to the waters at Sangam in the same way the earlier one had been taken —riding the Ford V8.
This old wish combines with the story of Hasmatullah, the real mechanic who fixed the engine for its earlier historic journey, to form the core of Amit Rai's Road to Sangam.
The inevitable bout of sentimentality that overcomes us about anything to do with the Bapu is kept in check by some taut performances by Paresh Rawal as Hasmatullah and Om Puri as Mohammad Ali Kasuri, a leader of the local Muslim community. Pawan Malhotra's portrayal of Maulana Qureshi, who tries to enforce a strike and disallow Hasmatullah's time-bound work, shines above everyone else's.
Shades of grey among the supporting cast ensure that the Muslim's mixed experience with the Indian state is told empathetically.But the nub of the tale comes from Hasmatullah, whose line of reasoning with Kasuri translates as, “Here's a guy who died for us [Muslims]. His own people [Hindus] killed him. And you wouldn't want to salute him?”
Director: James McTeigue
Reliance BIG Home/Warner, Rs 599
James McTeigue, first assistant director to The Matrix trilogy, is no Tarantino. By trying to extract an extra bucket of blood from the twisted Ninja genre, McTeigue spills it all over the floor. He lets loose the goriest bloodsport in filmdom with help from the shuriken, a weapon used like the sudarshan chakra in Japan.
If you've seen a couple of Ninja films, there's nothing in this plot that would break your snoring. There's the clan, the hero who rebels, the evil clan leader who trains everyone to be lethal, and his ambitious son who wants to lead the clan.
The ham salad is tossed in a dressing of a watery unrequited love. The only difference is that this thin, tired plot is stretched over the world.
The small mercy is that much of the blood is spilt under the cover of night. Need anything more?
First Published: Jun 07, 2010 12:04 IST