Khoya khoya Chand is Pakeezah on speed.
Beautiful. Etched. Grand. Cruel.
Dialogue very fine, fast and if you miss a subtle point or two, zoom, its gone!
A 2000’s treatment for a movie about the movie making business circa 1950’s.
This rediff review says it all. If a feel good film is what you were looking for- this is not it.
The characters sound true to life, delineated with just enough, nothing over the top. A sketch in a few swift lines and the rest of the colors you’ll fill in yourself; that fat financier, that aging diva, the hero recommending his current flame as the next Garbo, the starlet taking “everyone does this” shortcuts to becoming a star, don’t they exist even today?
Incredibly complex lifelines, too much at stake. Yet that sepia and lavender- lace feel to it.
Nothing is what it seems. Everyone and everything is dispensable.
Layered characters. Dig a little, and ” What is in it for me” is all that matters.
You think later about the characters, and their behavior, this is the way it is, and this is the only way it can be, there is no other alternative, not really given this background and this lifeline.
The music is period classical and tinsel town chorus classic, both apt in their own place.
Some of the scenes didn’t render too well on dvd, dark blobs on the screen, or a black surface for way too long.
Either you’d like this very much, or not at all.