CINETALK

How is the city to be blamed if the characters hide a deep, dark and negative side to their personality that bubbles to the surface in toxic fumes burning and destroying the music and harmony of the spheres?

Vipul Shah’s London Dreams aims for a more penetrating and profound look at the life of Asians in Britain than Namastey London

The characters here are far more complex and dark. But their presence is constantly challenged by the predictable and often banal narrative.

From the first few frames, when we see the two friends in rural Punjab share Arjun’s international musical dreams, we know exactly the way this story is heading. And that includes the love triangle that grows in London among the intense self-flagellating Arjun, the carefree Manu and the happy-go’lanky’ girl-next-door Priya.

One of the film’s seven or eight truly warm sequences shows Asin practising Bharatnatyam in front of her conservative Tamilian father. The dance steps transform into a jig the minute dad isn’t looking. Such moments are far too few in Shah’s sombre-and-straight narrative. Spontaneity is at a low premium among these wannabe rock stars.

No matter what the length of the rock band members’ hair, no one is in a hurry here to let their hair down. They’d rather let each other down. The dramatic confrontations work when they’re done unselfconsciously. Some of them, like the confrontation between the two Pakistani brothers in a back-alley of London after the one tells the other about Arjun’s treachery and betrayal, is plainly mawkish.

Because the film forever has its pale heart in the right place, the length (nearly three hours) is largely excusable. The meandering atonal music score by Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy is not.

Why would a stadium filled with phirangs be screaming at our rockers, singing these listless songs? And what does the dream of the band ‘London Dreams’ really mean?

Move on to the wider questions of jealousy, insecurity and over-ambition, and the film delivers wispy wallops in a steady and honest tone. Though the music is plainly awful, the background score by Salim-Suleiman fights a pitched battle against the mediocrity of the songs.

Sejal Shah’s cinematography is outstanding, often capturing the characters in various phase of emotional breakdown against the quaint neat London backdrop.

Among the cast, Ajay gets to the heart of his troubled and overreaching character and pulls out a well-balanced performance, though he hardly looks like a rock star - the multiple earrings and other exterior preparations make us cringe. The curly-haired newcomer Aditya Roy Kapoor is an interesting presence.