The Villain And The Bomb
Posted by admin on 30th August 2004
The villain and the bomb
Bollywood baddie Shakti Kapoor, who came to town hunting for an item bomb, left little to one’s imagination, sighs ROHINI MOHAN
A jatka, a matka, some come-to-me gestures, and the camera loves you, baby. – Photos: Sampath Kumar G.P.
YET AGAIN, the term “sex appeal” was slapped around till it meant “tacky”. Anybody with an exhibitionist streak a mile wide apparently fitted the bill. They were looking for an item girl. Helen would dig herself a grave if she saw what was happening.
Women of all ages and backgrounds walked into F-Bar, with their vanity cases and costume bags, nervously running well-practised dance sequences in their head. Within those four walls, there was enough hair flipping, heel clicking, and lip pouting to last a whole Bollywood blockbuster. The place looked like the behind-the-scenes of a movie that might run into trouble with the Censor Board for the right reasons.
Living up to the image
This was actually Zee Music come to town with the Item Bomb hunt, looking for one woman who would shake her booty with Sanjay Dutt in an item number for Sanjay Gupta’s film Musafir, slated for release in October. And judging the oomph factor of the girls was Bollywood’s very own balma (read balllma) of Chaalbaaz fame — the jewellery sporting, spotlight addict, actor Shakti Kapoor.
“The industry knows me as someone who always has a pretty woman in his life,” said the man himself. “My image is widely known… there isn’t a better person to judge whether a woman is a bomb or not.” And so his supposedly popular brand of humour included inquisitions about a small- town girl’s virginity, some comparison of waistlines to “a two-bedroom apartment”, and spontaneously dished out shairi of the stag party variety. Add-ons to the Kapoor brand of humour were choreographer Pappu and Niyati Shah, Brand Manager for Zee.
Shakti Kapoor armed with wannabe bombs. – Photos: Sampath Kumar G.P.
As Sandhya, a participant from Hyderabad, took the stage, the judges made disapproving noises about her being fully clothed. “Will you take something off while dancing?” she was asked, much to the amusement of the TV crew. To that, she said: “Not now. But I promise you that I’m shameless; if I have to wear a bikini and dance, I will. I just want an opportunity to meet Sanjay Dutt.” Bull’s-eye, girl! You’re in.
Vasanti, an engineer, also did her bit, but was disappointed that the judges didn’t seem too thrilled about her performance: “I think they want… er… different type of body movements.” Rohini, a model with Prasad Bidapa, dressed to kill with Roman sandals accentuating her long legs, was a rage with the judges. The cameras pounced on her the minute she walked in. “Her every tumka shouts BOMB!” commented a VJ, appointed to air his scholarly views on the vital statistics of the girls. He seemed to take his job quite seriously, what with diligently taking phone numbers of the girls for further research. By Rohini’s side was her mother, who wasn’t the least bit fazed when Shakti Kapoor scooped up her daughter’s legs and plonked them on his for a photo shoot. “We have to be open-minded these days,” she sighed.
A scholar item
As Shakti Kapoor began to congratulate himself on taking up this project, Puneeth, a participant whose ebony skin tone had amply impressed the judges, fumed: “Do they have to talk low and dirty to us like this?!” If she didn’t have a doctorate in physiotherapy to fund, she wouldn’t be caught dead doing this, she swore.
Now to the final decision makers. The “we-want-oomph” done sufficiently to death, what was the quality they were actually after? Looking like his casting dream had just come true, Shakti Kapoor stretched back on the couch and drawled: “A bomb must ooze sex. I’m looking for t*** and a**.”
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