A shiny disco ball, abundant lens flare, a bunch of semi-clad juniors on guitars and drums while a ultra glamorous Zeenat Aman, dressed in a slinky red gown with loooong slits highlighting her loooong legs, sashays to Nazia Hassan’s delicate rendition of Aap jaisa koi.
As a kid, I would wait with bated breath to catch the iconic song’s video on Doordarshan’s weekly compilation of melodies—Chitrahaar/Chhayageet and relish the smoothness of this ambient, beloved ditty, secretly hoping to install a disco ball, in a room purely designed for dance, when I was old enough to buy my own house. That’s the magic of movies. They touch us in the most unusual, amusing ways and adorn our memories for as long as we live.
Actor/filmmaker Feroz Khan’s 1980 blockbuster, Qurbani, made quite an impression with its novel and ambitious ideas to entertain. His body of work (at its prime) mirrors his larger-than-life persona and sophisticated ideas of showmanship underlined by self-style morality, unpretentious sensuality and swanking drama.
One of the biggest successes of his career, Qurbani co-starring Vinod Khanna and Zeenat Aman oozes style, sizzle and just about enough substance to carve a niche of its own.
The entertainer, which came out 33 years ago, begins on a solemn note with a two-minute tribute to the (coincidentally) 33-year-old politician Sanjay Gandhi (who passed away earlier that year in a plane crash). The actor, producer, director promises to donate the proceeds garnered from the collective premiere of Delhi and Bangalore in the ‘memory of the sleeping prince.’
What may seem like a love triangle at first is essentially a tale of friendship and the sacrifices made by Feroz Khan’s Rajesh to protect his chum, Amar (played by Vinod Khanna) eventually to be reciprocated with greater fervor. (Even the code words read: Ishwar ka doosra naam dosti hai.)
First, he does time in prison for a burglary whose loot he let his friend (Kader Khan, also credited for dialogues) walk away with. And then he’s coerced into stealing from Amrish Puri’s humongous vault by the revengeful brother-sister duo (Aruna Irani, Shakti Kapoor) to prevent girlfriend Sheela (Zeenat Aman), Amar and the latter’s little daughter (Natasha Chopra) from facing dire consequences.
While Rajesh bids time behind bars, Sheela bumps into erstwhile smuggler Amar and his motherless daughter, Tina and the two become friends. Of course, one glimpse of Zeenat’s Aap jaisa koi redux, in a glittering, golden costume (designed by FK’s then wife, Sundari), gets Amar jelly-kneed and he doesn’t waste any time in serenading her with the lilting Kalyanji-Anandji composition, Hum tumhe chahte hain.
Amar is rejected, Rajesh is released and a flattered, fabulous Sheela returns to rock the dance floor with yet another chartbuster, Laila (this time in Kanchan’s spicy delivery).
Interestingly, the two hot-blooded heroes come face to face only after almost eighty minutes into the movie.
Feroz Khan and Vinod Khanna’s ‘Marlboro Men’ chemistry is effortless and thrives even in the absence of a solid motivation to establish ground. One full-bodied masculine compliment is all it takes, “Maar bhi deta toh kya farak padta? Fauladi aadmi ho, goli takrake wapas chali jaati,” to kick-start the connection.
Zeenat Aman’s brand of sexiness has elevated the hotness quotient of many lavish productions but the grace, the gloss and the glitz in Feroz Khan’s treatment is something else.
Even though the 28-year-old appears in an itsy-bitsy bikini during a night scene at the beach, the manner is tasteful not exploitative. The camera (shot by Kamal Bose), as it usually happens, doesn’t linger on the lady’s curves instead the fleetingly surveying expression on FK’s face conveys the sensuality of her impact and his lust.
And then when she wants to know why he didn’t join her for a swim, come this killer line, “Jaaneman, agar hum bhi aa jaate toh samundar mein aag nahi lag gayi hoti?” Can you think of a single actor today who can pull this off?
Incidentally, this afore-mentioned scene is the reason why Qurbani’s release was delayed by a few months since the censor disapproved of it. The film was eventually passed without any cuts but an A-certificate.
If you ever wondered why the adjective ‘debonair’ is attributed to Vinod Khanna in nostalgic profiles, watch him in Qurbani. The man with the trademark cleft chin looks like a dream; the camera loves him (even if Sheela doesn’t) whereas the climax ensures he walks away with all the sympathy votes.
Khanna’s role doesn’t have much to contribute in terms of histrionics but he does well in flaunting his bravado (Maine jabse hosh sambhala hai, khilono ki jagah maut se khelta hoon) and bare chest to the best of his abilities.
His friend, co-star, producer and director Feroz Khan does walk away with the bigger share of the booty. And yet, without 33-year-old VK’s understated intensity, FK’s flamboyance (40 then) would not flourish as it did.
As the daredevil biker unapologetic about his robber designation or thinly-veiled chauvinistic traits, Khan jumps into the scene of action with gusto but only after a humorous foreplay and whistle-inducing dialoguebaazi. (Sample this: Bhagwan toh ho nahi sakte, insaan toh lagte nahi aur shaitan se main nahi darta.)
His camaraderie with another Khan – Amjad make for some of the drollest moments in the film.
His maverick police officer chews gum incessantly, grins like a fool out to fool, quotes Ghalib (Bekhudi besabab nahi, Ghalib, kuch to hai jis ki pardadari hai), straightens a tilted jeep with his bare hands (long before it became Sunny Deol’s copyright moves) and changes disguises from a Gullug-gullug-spewing drummer (Laila) to a sword-wielding Pathan (Qurbani Qurbani Qurbani) in FK’s pursuit.
Among the other key players, Amrish Puri is, expectedly, the embodiment of all evil but not the main antagonist. Even so the actor is most effective with his weighty baritone, frilly hairdo and a wardrobe that resembles John Travolta’s look in Saturday Night Fever. The shot with his floating corpse inside an aquarium is most stunning and spine chilling. But that’s not his most talked-about scene, is it?
No story on Qurbani is complete without the Mercedes mention. Akin to an item number, the moment appears right in the beginning, the one where FK decides to teach a haughty Puri a lesson in humility by mercilessly smashing his luxury vehicle against the walls and pillars of a basement parking.
The mastermind behind all the villainy in Qurbani is mostly Aruna Irani (sporting a pair of creepy contact lenses) and her on-screen sibling Shakti Kapoor. You got it hand it to Irani; she treads the OTT route with wicked, WICKED relish.
The only time Qurbani fumbles is with the needless comic interludes alternately featuring Tun Tun, Jagdeep and Dinesh Hingoo. They serve no purpose except slowing down its otherwise zippy pace.
Qurbani’s repeat value lies in its high-adrenalin action and seductive imagery against Kalyanji-Anandji’s snazzy background score (in the tradition of Johnny Mera Naam, Don), Feroz Khan spares no expense to make this a lavish affair.
From destroying brand new cars to filming extensive car chases in London to reconstructing sets till they match his vision to approaching UK-based composer Biddu and Pakistani pop sensation Nazia Hassan (barely 15 at that time) to breathe life into Aap jaisa koi or extracting hip tunes out of Kalyanji-Anandji (lyrics by Indeevar/Farook Qaiser), FK gives it his all. With this film, he also turned a full-fledged editor.
Cars, choppers, thrilling sequences of sneaking into vaults and safes, smuggling gold biscuits and jewels, hoodwinking surreptitious cops, raw dishoom-dishoom and strategically-constructed explosions, without the convenience of VFX and CGI, lead to an elaborate, exciting finish.
With this film, FK hit the prime of his creativity, his later work tried but failed to enamour like Apradh, Dharmatma or Qurbani.
The late legend wished to remake the film with his son, Fardeen and Saif Ali Khan but never came around to. A reworking is reportedly in the works. Boy, what a tall order that will be!
This article was first published on rediff.com.