Post by nisa on May 16, 2008 10:23:09 GMT 12
Me and my stunts (Kajol)
21 Mar, 2008 06:55 am ISTlKajol/INDIATIMES MOVIES
Do you know what happens when you agree to do a romantic film for an actor who is known for his action and stunts? You land up doing daredevil stunts even if there is romance everywhere.
Trust J to do make me do something like this. For me it was not a stunt, its stupidity with a capital S. This was for a song sequence. The mood is nice, romantic and mellow. The music soothing and I am supposed to be dancing.
There are 10 dancers and they throw me up, I am supposed to lean across and catch the flowers. Now we are not on terra firma.. meaning on land. We are on a ship and if the dancers throw me with extra enthusiasm, I will take a flying leap into the Indian Ocean.
You actually have to hear the tale of what happened thereafter. Conveniently conceived by the choreographer, Ashley and director, my very own dearest darling hubby... all the two thought of was, the beautiful dance step, but they forgot to take into consideration the actress who would be performing it.
Take 1: I got the movement wrong.
Take 2: When I landed on my feet, my elbow crashed into a dancer’s jaw. He had to be excused from the set.
Take 3: I fall hard on the wooden deck. I am completely winded. I am sure I am black and blue in most places.
Take 4: My elbow hit one of the dancer’s nose. And it BREAKS. Second dancer is now injured.
Take 5: The dancer who is supposed to catch me after I twirl in the air, crashes on the deck with me. He has sprained his wrist. Another one bites the dust.
Take 6: Bone weary, the dancers and I all collapse. Nobody has the energy to get up.
That was it. I told J I am not doing another take. So J had to do a massive job at the edit to get a semblance of a good shot. And that shot is there in the trailer, believe me, if you look closely, I actually look petrified. There are no feelings of love on my mind.
movies.indiatimes.com/articleshow/2885446.cms
21 Mar, 2008 06:55 am ISTlKajol/INDIATIMES MOVIES
Do you know what happens when you agree to do a romantic film for an actor who is known for his action and stunts? You land up doing daredevil stunts even if there is romance everywhere.
Trust J to do make me do something like this. For me it was not a stunt, its stupidity with a capital S. This was for a song sequence. The mood is nice, romantic and mellow. The music soothing and I am supposed to be dancing.
There are 10 dancers and they throw me up, I am supposed to lean across and catch the flowers. Now we are not on terra firma.. meaning on land. We are on a ship and if the dancers throw me with extra enthusiasm, I will take a flying leap into the Indian Ocean.
You actually have to hear the tale of what happened thereafter. Conveniently conceived by the choreographer, Ashley and director, my very own dearest darling hubby... all the two thought of was, the beautiful dance step, but they forgot to take into consideration the actress who would be performing it.
Take 1: I got the movement wrong.
Take 2: When I landed on my feet, my elbow crashed into a dancer’s jaw. He had to be excused from the set.
Take 3: I fall hard on the wooden deck. I am completely winded. I am sure I am black and blue in most places.
Take 4: My elbow hit one of the dancer’s nose. And it BREAKS. Second dancer is now injured.
Take 5: The dancer who is supposed to catch me after I twirl in the air, crashes on the deck with me. He has sprained his wrist. Another one bites the dust.
Take 6: Bone weary, the dancers and I all collapse. Nobody has the energy to get up.
That was it. I told J I am not doing another take. So J had to do a massive job at the edit to get a semblance of a good shot. And that shot is there in the trailer, believe me, if you look closely, I actually look petrified. There are no feelings of love on my mind.
movies.indiatimes.com/articleshow/2885446.cms