Every Ranbir Kapoor Role Ranked: From Saawariya to Jagga Jasoos

Charming, almost chameleonic in his versatility and perhaps the only actor who can make a solid case for nepotism in Bollywood, Ranbir Kapoor is undoubtedly one of this generation's most compelling performers, a leading man whose effortless charisma and spontaneity have ensured that even the most mediocre films and scripts could be made bearable and intriguing on the silver screen. 

As he takes on his most challenging role, playing the alternately famous and notorious Sanjay Dutt in Sanju, let's cast a backward glance at each of his performance ranked. To be honest, it is quite a uniformly impressive career with only one or two occasions when he has come off as only passable (and I am not counting Roy in which his role was merely a stand-in cameo).

15- Babli in Besharam (2013)

Despite his almost flawless oeuvre, there has to be even a nadir for the frequently reliable Kapoor and this, basically a cut-rate counterpart to his other, more effective goofball roles, fits the description. Dabangg helmer Abhinav Kashyap must have thought that his leading man's ham-fisted swagger could again overshadow the general mediocrity all around. 

It might have worked out for an already overblown superstar like Salman Khan but Kapoor, a naturally cocky youngster, tries too hard and in vain to make the abysmal plot and low-grade laughs work. Still, it is to his credit that his car thief and prankster Babli is at least ludicrously enjoyable, provided you can forget his incredible work otherwise.

14- Akash in Anjaana Anjaani (2010)

I am not saying that Ranbir Kapoor was any offensively bad as a disillusioned suicidal worker who falls for the most frustratingly incoherent leading lady who is seemingly obsessed with a death wish. It is just that the film around him is, quite honestly, offensively bad, with nothing except spiffy visuals and equally spiffy and melodious chartbusters to hold our attention. 

The rest of the time, Akash has to either agree dourly to Kiara's (Priyanka Chopra wasting her own talents at spontaneity) shoddy plans of self-destruction, look positively edible in stubble and glares in the Mojave Desert or even play a couple of masked superheroes when wooing his lady. Not bad at all, as I said. 

13- Ranbir Raj in Saawariya (2007)

Considering what he made out of his choices in the years to follow, it feels ironically fitting that Kapoor's debut film Saawariya should be such a damp squib. Oh no, it is none of his fault; rather, he alone makes this cardboard-flaky, garish adaptation of Dostoevsky's White Nights soar on a couple of occasions with his relentless energy and almost poignant yearning (and mind you, it is not that scene with the towel). 

Blame it on art director Omung Kumar who pours blue phenyl all over Ravi K. Chandran's frames and also melodrama master Sanjay Leela Bhansali for choosing the blandest heroine of all time and the most boringly superficial approach to a classic story of unrequited love. 

12- Prem in Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani (2009)

Okay, we know just how good can this young actor be with goofy comedy. But while his titular Prem, as entertainingly ribald and unabashed as a once-funny Salman Khan, is every bit the Kishore Kumar-meets-Raj Kapoor loveable loon we want, Rajkumar Santoshi' well-intentioned attempt to replicate the magical hilarity of his true classic never quite sustains his charm. 

The gags and pratfalls never quite come as generously as they should, as the film tacks on a rather unnecessary romance and then all the inevitable predictability instead of the comic fireworks that made Andaaz Apna Apna so memorable. Still, there is something to be said for the way he stares when heartbroken and besotted in love. 

11- Raj in Bachna Ae Haseeno (2008)

As with some films in this list, you can trust Ranbir Kapoor to save even the most potentially problematic films into something breezily entertaining. But at least, compared to the more regrettable films in his career, Siddharth Anand's film had the benefit of gorgeous love ballads, some genuinely spunky repartee between the nicely etched characters and enough slick style to make your jaw drop. 

And the boy himself looked supremely confident, glossing gleefully over his commitment-phobic loverboy's rough edges with a genuine dose of superb timing and pure clean-shaven charm. The rather contrived narrative twist in the middle also allows him to show his chops at sincerity and believability. And all this in only his second film.

10- Karan in Rajneeti (2010)

Like Al Pacino in the 1970s, Kapoor was showing no signs of slowing down or even limiting himself to genres and comfort zones; after a spate of playing terrifically relatable youngsters or delicious chocolate boys, here he was sporting shades greyer than anyone else in Prakash Jha's political masala mess. 

With the sleek, self-assured smoothness of Michael Corleone and a newfound intensity that made even the most over-plotted moments throb with purpose, here was, unexpectedly, a young dynamic talent coming of age, proving that he could smolder just as well as he could seduce. The film itself might be something of a ponderous yarn but Kapoor's Karan was as taut and terrific as he could be.

9- Siddharth in Wake Up Sid (2009)

Abandoning the shelter of Bhansali and Aditya Chopra, Ranbir Kapoor dove into his first sensible role with genuine sincerity and gave us an aimless slacker with whom we could relate in all our confusion. Siddharth does pretty much next to nothing, comfortable for a while with his father's affluence until reality comes knocking on his door, propelling him to discover himself and then his capacity for initiative. 

It's a simple, lingeringly sweet and even somewhat predictable journey of coming of age but Siddharth's moment of wake-up feels affectionate and heartfelt as we see a young, sweet-faced boy invest himself with such conviction to prove that there is a lot more to him than just that easy charm.

8- Murphy in Barfi (2012)

This was the film that proved to many of us that Ranbir Kapoor can do no wrong. Of course, he made the occasional mistakes with Besharam and Roy but the solid infallibility that he achieved for being both entertaining and endearing was first found in this mesmerizing, if a bit too uncannily similar to countless other films, fairytale set in misty and musical Darjeeling. 

Playing deaf and mute can be quite an uphill task but never for once does the brilliant performer give us predictability. Instead, we root for Murphy, pronounced by him as Barfi, simply for the sheer infectious bravado that punctuates his actions and his decisions, his leap into bittersweet love and loss and his escape from every misadventure that comes along. 

7- Kabir aka Bunny in Yeh Jawaani Hai Dewaani (2013)

There is something sinfully addictive about Kabir Thapar aka Bunny whenever he pounces on the screen to steal hearts or make the girls swoon. This is a relentless prankster, a literally restless swashbuckler who never ever wants to stop, as he declares his own intentions to the beautiful spectacled girl who drinks in all his enthusiasm. 

A few reels later, Kapoor digs out solitude and disillusionment as Kabir finally confronts his own wrangle between blossoming love and his yearning for adventure. Even with the lovely songs and cheeky fun, the film never quite explains his predicament satisfyingly but the actor himself is in full throttle, alternating between split-second wisecracks and a raffish affability that makes him still sweet as sugar. And man, what a left leg he has!

6- Ved in Tamasha (2015)

Unfairly overlooked even by hard-core fans, Kapoor’s Ved is actually the most convincingly complex characters that Imtiaz Ali has ever created in his films. He starts off as full of mischief and vigor (yes, he actually talks to the hills of Corsica when driving with a vivacious girl by his side) but when we see him next, he is an oddly mannered corporate slave stifling back his lunacy with a veneer of stoic indifference. 

As the film and Kapoor’s constantly hypnotic performance begin to unravel, we discover just what inner demons really make him so frustratingly undecipherable. Most viewers wrote it off wrongly as familiar ground for the actor. Rather, this was a maddening, almost alienating intensity without ever sacrificing his inherent warmth.

5- Ayan in Ae Dil Hai Mushkil (2016)

It doesn’t take long for Ayan Sanger to fall head over heels in love. When he meets and befriends a spunky, sassy lass who won’t take anything lying down, you can see that he is already smitten. As they share their love for pulpy Bollywood trash and shove their respective lovers aside, you feel that this hapless lover is already headed towards slaughter. 

And slaughter it is, for Kapoor’s Sanger, a foolish, even foolhardy victim of unrequited love as the actor, in peak form, breaks all our hearts with little more than hennaed hands and eyes that burn with wistful longing and betrayed passion. As he stumbles further on the path of love and lust, the rest of Karan Johar’s film goes spectacularly downhill but Kapoor alone proves painfully just how difficult it can be for the heart to move on.

4- Jagga in Jagga Jasoos (2017)

It was high time since we had a boy hero who was less stoic than Tintin and less tormented than Harry Potter and also had the probing curiosity and boyish innocence of both. And yet Ranbir Kapoor's Jagga, propelled by the comic-book quirky imagination of Anurag Basu, gave us more than that: a devilishly clever and irresistibly sweet hero with a plucky adventurous spirit that itself makes the wild and wacky film roar. 

It is also bloody refreshing to see a performer embracing gleefully the topsy-turvy nuttiness of the material. Sure we see Jagga hurtle through many a bracing action set-piece but Kapoor also throws himself gamely at deliciously unhinged musical interludes with true relish. The way he jerks his hips when singing about a 'magic knot'. The way he improvises his beatboxing to form sentences in song. The way he sings and dances his way out of certain death. Or even the way he stutters while sobbing when finally meeting his estranged father. And to think that he was a man in his 30s.

3- Johnny Balraj in Bombay Velvet (2015)

'He used to be big shot' mutters Johnny Balraj staring at his mirror, a Bombay crook grown not on revenge but on cinematic myth. After a James Cagney starrer blew his mind with its almost perversely tragic climax, Balraj had only one ambition that he shared with every other denizen of this brutal yet beautiful city: to be a big shot. By then, Kapoor's gloriously hot-headed and unhinged antihero has already won half the game by making us root for his relentless thirst to make it big, to paint his white-hot romance with jazz singer Rosie Noronha in golden jubilee glory.

Of course, the city has other plans for this impulsive, cocky and even borderline nihilistic dreamer as he falls in his desperate bid for success, respect and the Bombay Dream itself. Yet, as with every other unforgettable and doomed rebel in Anurag Kashyap's searing cinema, we are seduced totally by how this flawed yet fabulously believable anarchist sets out to defeat the status quo with a suicidal determination that feels even heroic. Kapoor's inflammable performance, armed with Tommy Gun temper and slithery, slinky charisma lends a bigger stick of dynamite to Kashyap's existing bundle of explosive storytelling.

2- Janardhan aka Jordan in Rockstar (2011)

It is not easy being Janardhan Jakhar. When filled with the sincere ambition to be a as badass as Jim Morrison, he is told that he simply does not have that elusive thing that defines a truly awesome rock god. When his heart falls and then breaks in his love for a smashingly beautiful lass with whom romance can only be a minefield, he is suddenly the angry, anguished raging bull who rallies and rouses the crowds without quite understanding why. 

Imtiaz Ali's majestic, if a tad too messed-up in the final act, musical romance sets out to find the answer to his predicament but Kapoor's passionate, pitch-perfect and devastatingly poignant performance is so full of beautifully portrayed pain that the answer might be merely heartbreak, itself reason alone for not only confusion but also catharsis. Rockstar showcases the actor's flawless mastery of every facet of his performance, from his effortless chops at physical comedy to the heart-pounding intensity to his anger and desire. With both the tenderness of a shattered lover and the unbridled fury of a rock legend, he ensures that we always believe in his yearning and pray desperately for his heart to be mended again.

1- Harpreet in Rocket Singh: Salesman Of The Year (2009)

In his entire body of work, Ranbir Kapoor has played some of the most enigmatic and intriguing characters who have made otherwise humdrum or even inconsistent films much more intriguing than expected. They include anti-heroes, lovably goofy loverboys, rockstars and detectives and grown-up men who need to come of age and discover the meaning of love. His sheer boyish, believable appeal has made even the most fundamentally flawed characters so likeable and appealing. But it was on one extraordinary occasion when he played a real hero, a youngster endowed with diligent determination and incorruptible honesty, an initially naive doe-eyed kid who stumbles on his own moral integrity but chooses to fight back and build a better world for himself and for all. 

Kapoor's Harpreet, a lean and lanky Sikh college boy who has just scraped through his exams for graduation, is that unlikely hero and right from the beginning, as we see him declare his intentions, we know that this is a sincerely enthusiastic lad who won't take it lying down. Even he is blinded by his own idealism and collides with the inevitable reality of how things actually work in the world of sales, he refuses to oblige and we egg him on; we want his genuine, utterly endearing goodness to win as we would always want good to trump evil. 

It is a masterful, superbly nuanced performance full of the smallest strokes that add up to a magnificent whole of heroism. The astutely directed and written film is also enlivened with a terrific ensemble cast of little-known but highly proficient performers who flesh out their roles with such scene-stealing effect but even with them in the frame, Kapoor's warmth and wit endure as he holds his staunch moral ground firmly and makes us cheer at each of his triumphs and believe in the stakes that he is up against. Sure, there are a lot of unpredictable wonders that the actor has churned out in his mostly excellent career but sometimes, what works best is a true hero, a hero worth believing in and a hero that we really need in our times of dishonesty and disillusionment. Rocket Singh, we salute you. 

Bollywood's Beatles: Finding Our Very Own Fab Four

Five days ago, it was the 76th birthday of Sir James Paul McCartney. While he spent it touring the city of his birth and the beginnings of the greatest band ever, I chose to spend it watching A Hard Day's Night, an eternal classic of rock and roll and repartee and, arguably, the most thrilling celebration of the days of Beatlemania. And it was then, on watching my four favourite pop and rock icons have a boisterous ball of a time in jamming, jeering, jesting and then jiving together on the stage, that an idea, albeit one that can never really happen, struck my mind. 

What if Bollywood had its own Beatles? 

And by Bollywood's Beatles, I did not mean four stellar artists who could produce marvel after marvel of musical revolution (because that would be well nigh impossible). But rather, I meant four Bollywood leading men, who could come together on the screen to play four more-or-less brilliant lads who also happen to share an infectiously hilarious and heartwarming dynamic. 

It could be helmed, in an alternate universe, by a filmmaker who really gets comic camaraderie right without playing out the usual cliches (I choose either Raj & DK or Vikramaditya Motwane over Farhan Akhtar and Abhishek Kapoor) and it should also have a cast of not just good-looking lads but rather men who can embrace their own goofy charm and still look like dashing rockers in Beatle-cuts and even those legendary suits and ties. Not to mention, also embody everything that made each of them unique.

So, let's find out who really makes the cut. 

Being Richard Starkey aka Ringo Starr is not that easy as it sounds. Unfairly overlooked by some, who are too busy swooning at the other three, Starr was nevertheless not at all the underdog of the band. Called by Lennon as 'a star in his own right..even before we met', Starr's drumming talents and funnyman charm are what lends much bouncy mirth as a foil to McCartney's prodigious skills, Lennon's wry wit and Harrison's laconic introspection. 

My first choice was Harshvardhan Kapoor, partly because of his fine tooter of a nose (a signature Starr feature) and partly because the actor likably low-key charm that feels goofy without looking gimmicky. And that toothy grin makes him look like a quiet guy who also wants to have a bit of harmless fun. But on second thoughts, I can see only Rajkummar Rao, with that disarming Cheshire grin and his infallible comic spontaneity making him perfect to play the Beatle who can look both befuddled and cool when making both the sharpest wisecracks and drum smacks. 

Being the quiet Beatle and the cosmic-cool thinker of the band, George Harrison is altogether a trickier choice. Instinct demands that we should settle with Ranveer Singh, given that we need some serious edge when carving out the most level-headed member of the group and I almost imagined the naturally fiery Singh nailing that enigmatic stare to perfection. 

But being Harrison also demands a cooler, more subtler charm and while there is no doubt of the actor pulling it off, I find the ever-versatile Vicky Kaushal to be more of a fitting decision. Harrison was the dexterous guitarist, the radical and introspective songwriter and the laconic charmer of the gang all wrapped into one and it is only the chameleonic Kaushal who can do justice to all these dazzling facets at the same time. 

Every Beatles fan will reckon that there is a lot more to Paul McCartney than just those delicious, molten chocolate boy looks. The man has not been knighted for just making all those screaming girls drop to their stockinged knees more than 50 years ago. Right from winning over the others with his left-handed guitar skills to doubling up as the drummer right down to his unrivalled flair at both melody and orchestration, this man was chock full of daredevilry. Not to forget his vocal range or those memorable bass-lines.

We need a lad to whom there is more than what his sugary looks suggest and the obvious choice has to be Varun Dhawan. Since McCartney was also about boyish mischief and tender affability, we can expect Dhawan to bring those in spades. But he will also bring in the bravado and the unexpected depths of conviction that the star brought in his work to prove the fans of his undeniably more charismatic counterpart wrong. 

That brings me to the most crucial bit of casting. I am talking about John Winston Ono Lennon. 

Prankster. Poet. Philosopher. Romantic. Raunchy. Rebellious. Lennon was the most outrageous, audacious and awesome Beatle, arguably the most unforgettably sensational Beatle of them all even with the tough competition. He was the guy who could do the most annoying gags and write In My Life, the guy who reads Lewis Carroll and would be cavorting in orgies, who would make the most revolutionary music and sing gibberish like a chipmunk, the guy with a lot of personality but also a hell lot of controversy. 

And there is only one man who can essay it all. A man who can be both a bushy-tailed mischief maker and a melancholic dreamer. A man of ladies and yet one who always sings about being lonely and needing help. A man who can crack the most scandalous jokes and spout the most revealing truths of life. 

Yes, I am talking about you, Ranbir Kapoor. 

So there, we have it. And shoot me but imagining a fantasy list of the most fabulous musical icons having an equally fabulous time on the silver screen is any day better than imagining Bollywood's superheroes and secret agents. Give it a try and find out for yourself. 

Race 3: A Third-Degree Murder Of Audience Intelligence

Movie franchises carry certain signature elements with them that distinguish them from others. A James Bond movie must have exotic locations, slinky women, suave tuxedos and even smarter thrills. 

It is these signature elements that make even the weakest films in these respective series even halfway entertaining for the hardcore loyalists. And when even one film does not tick any of these boxes, no matter how subversive it might be, fans are bound to be disappointed. 

To begin with, the Race series of films never really qualified as a genuinely crowd-pleasing franchise in the same league as any of the above cinematic gems. Trapped and convoluted by a certain smug indulgence of style an endless melee of borrowed twists and turns that feel even more improbable than the last, you can, however, say safely that the first two films (okay, we will settle only for the first film) were quite efficiently slick and swift and at least had Pritam's infectiously entertaining, if shamelessly ripped-off, dance numbers to keep us humming. 

Also, the 2008 blockbuster Race was made a lot more compelling, in its ludicrous way, by the presence of a sleek and spiffy leading man who carried off the film's designer label-laden style and even its cheesiest moments. You need a Saif Ali Khan to make even the most groan-worthy one-liners sound like they are being spoken by James Bond and you also need an Akshay Khanna to embrace the smarmy, shamelessly duplicity that this amoral premise needs. Most crucially, you need Abbas-Mustan at the helm for it is only these seasoned potboiler masters who can make all this pulp fun-filled to a great degree.

Does Race 3 tick any of these boxes, which is not really that tall an order in the first place? No, it doesn't.

Instead, it ends up being a film which seems to celebrate its own inanity without even a shred of subtlety or self-depreciation. 

Look, there is nothing wrong with the idea of a totally brainless action blockbuster. We have been doing it every now and then and while the result has often been unoriginal and utterly unintelligent, at least a plot, even one made up of stolen tropes and stale formula, ensures that we stay in our seats till the end. Even the showy yet shallow Dhoom films get it. And Vijay Krishna Acharya's Tashan proved that you can have much fun with the very silliness of the genre provided you do not take yourself too seriously and serve up a plot that brims with both contrivance and cheek. 

Race 3 is not any of these films. Oh, no, this is a film that takes its mediocrity and idiocy so seriously that it ends up being bloated with nothing but a boring mess of elements that could have been so entertaining in a different film. 

There is no suspense, there is no conflict and there is not much of a narrative either. The film begins with arms tycoon Shamsher Singh, played by a handsomely greying and dapper Anil Kapoor, finding his way out of a sticky negotiation with fountain pens that explode conveniently on his whim. That is perhaps still a promisingly pulpy start but the rest of Race 3 soon nosedives in trying to juggle together at least half a dozen subplots and conspiracies without ever caring to develop at least one of them to a satisfying finish. 

When he is not swindling hi-tech weaponry, Singh is trying to be the nicest, warmest father to his lunkheaded twin offspring: the scowling Suraj and the more-smug-than-svelte Sanjana. The two, however, are chafing at how their brawnier cousin Sikandar, who is also something of a wannabe superhero, gets the lion's share of the inheritance as decreed in their mother's will and soon, quite predictably, a plot is afoot. 

But while the film could have done well to lead us at least into this tangle of treachery, writer Shiraz Ahmed instead chooses to pad his otherwise flaky template with the chocolate-dark amorality of a noir film without ever understanding what it needs to be effective. We need femme fatales and McGuffins rather than just a couple of painfully bland dames and some stupid hokum about stealing a hard disk from a vault that might be like a cakewalk for Danny Ocean and Co. Sigh. 

The man at the helm, Remo D'Souza, is not even a filmmaker, let alone a storyteller, to begin with. This is the kind of nonsensical premise that anyone else, hell even Sajid Nadiadwala or Milan Luthria, would have turned into a reasonably entertaining throwback yarn. D'Souza, for his part, feels rather awe-struck with the almost unrealistic expectations thrust on him and while flashes of Race 3 are quite commendably slick (no small thanks to Ayananka Bose' well-lit cinematography), most of it comes off as inconsequential and ham-fisted as in a particularly awful music video with high production values and nothing else. 

The amateur director shuttles between locations and unmemorable song sequences (and even more unremarkable action sequences) without coherence, a sense of narrative direction or purpose while most of the supporting cast appears not only over-the-top but also offensively annoying. One of the villains also has a sickening penchant of smelling and sniffing at everything like a stray dog. 

It does not help that the film does not make us root for the lead players of the film itself. Saqib Saleem, otherwise likably cocky in indie productions, is frustratingly imbecilic as a fuming, flustered Suraj; the way he screams in midst of his standoffs with the bad guys feels like the lad trying too hard to be macho. Daisy Shah's Sanjana is one of the most insipid leading ladies in recent times, letting her stilettos do all the ass-kicking while Jacqueline Fernandez' Jessica flashes her legs at the screen, thinking that it will do in the absence of spontaneity or even expressions and effervescence.

What about the veterans? Bobby Deol, a lithe and lanky leading man who was refreshingly cool about two decades ago in equally preposterous but more enjoyable lark like Soldier and Gupt, is here given the signature Akshay Khanna role but without much mischief up his sleeves, he instead settles for grumpy grimaces. Salman Khan's Sikandar, the big-ticket attraction of this tiresome ride, looks flabbier than ever but still sells some of the throwaway moments and lines with some gusto. Still, I missed the Nawab, so shoot me. 

On one end of all this senseless, tasteless and overly noisy mess stands Anil Kapoor, the only one in the cast who does what he has to do and still look dignified about it all. The ace actor had hitherto been only the comic relief of the series and if there is any genuine guilty fun to be found in Race 3, it is in Kapoor's snarling and suavely attired Shamsher, even as he flips from sleek English to gross Bhojpuri. 

He alone proves that he is still game enough for leaving most of his peers struggling with blockbuster trash; unfortunately, this film never quite feels the need to thrill the crowds, let alone make a dash for the finishing line. As Sikandar would say, 'I was feeling like shit'.

My Rating: 1 and a half stars out of 5