For the first time these Calendar Girls Reviews made ME Anxious

Madhur Bhandarkar has been unmasking the world of glitz and glamour to the audience for a while now. Be it Fashion or Heroine, or Page 3 the director has stripped glamour industries naked for his viewers and with “Calendar Girls” he hoped to do the same, or at least promised so.


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Calendar Girls released yesterday and here are the reviews of the made me anxious

Director Madhur Bhandarkar’s entire career has been built on what he claims to be a range of ‘women-centric’ films, with similar stories written under different titles. Calendar Girls is no different. Five girls enter the big, bad city of Mumbai, become successful, encounter evil men and finally emerge from their experiences stronger.

Bhandarkar seems to be telling his audience – look how depraved, morally corrupt these rich people are, and look what happens to innocent middle-class girls who want to make it big. Whether it was the journalist in “Page 3”, the model in “Fashion” or the actress in “Heroine”, his protagonists always run into the most clichéd villains and life experiences you could ever think of. The stories end up delivering a moral science lesson on the triumph of good over evil. Bhandarkar’s stories might have had their showtime, but they’re passé now and “Calendar Girls” is an example of a film-maker who has run out of ideas.

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Slapdash and sanctimonious, Calendar Girls is a stunner, but for all the wrong reasons. It is stunning in its sheer stupidity. In a shrill and sketchy prelude, five leggy lasses from around the country hotfoot it to Mumbai to participate in a coveted calendar shoot they believe will change their lives forever. It does. But nothing can reverse the film’s downhill course.
Calendar Girls starts off in the pits and stays there over the next two hours as the models get shortchanged at every turn by men who couldn’t care less and cynical socialites who know exactly how to work the system.

This film marks a new low for the rapidly waning Madhur Bhandarkar. Its portrayal of women, both sinning and sinned against, is smug, condescending and unabashedly exploitative.

The director puts in an onscreen appearance as himself and gets one of his characters, a self-confessed fangirl, to claim that his films are both ‘realistic’ and ‘revelatory.’ High hopes. This one is neither. Give Calendar Girls a miss.

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What worked for Bhandarkar in 2005 in ‘Page 3’ can obviously not work in 2015 with Calendar Girls because he is unimaginatively and rather cockily serving us the same dish in a different plate. Someone also needs to tell the scripting team that this is 2015 and casual sex, powerful men asking for escorts, a straying husband are not materials inducing shock and awe anymore.

Also, little sensitivity while dealing with that Pakistani character would have helped. It is irresponsible to portray a Pak actress, inviting fatwa in her country because she chose a glamour field in India, who loses her way and character just the way her nemesis back home predicted for her.

And yes, talking about Twitter in every second dialogue won’t magically make the film modern and contemporary.

Review : Mid-Day

Either Madhur Bhandarkar is messing with all of us and is genuinely waging war on the way the industry works by sacrificing his own brand at the altar of truth, or he is blessed with a complete and utter lack of self-awareness.

The latter is more likely, considering the way this film has been made.

It’s a preposterously sloppy production, a film where the casting brief apparently insisted on excluding all those with any talent. A few new girls are wrung through an excruciatingly bad script and the film is inconsistent on every level: visually, tonally, and in terms of narrative. Take the name off the poster and it’s hard to believe this film has been made by someone who makes films.

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