VIDEO: Brad Cohen Talks About Rani Mukerji, Aditya Chopra, Hichki & Tourette Syndrome

Here's Brad Cohen in a Skype Chat with SpotboyE.com Editor Vickey Lalwani. Cohen is calm and collected as we put forth our questions, and he pretty exhaustive with his answers...

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VIDEO: Brad Cohen Talks About Rani Mukerji, Aditya Chopra, Hichki & Tourette Syndrome

Last evening, we brought you an EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW with Rani Mukerji wherein she spoke at length about Sridevi, Adira, Aditya Chopra, Hichki and lots more.

We now bring you a Skype Chat with Brad Cohen, whose life inspired the film Hichki. Brad talks at length how he got to know that Yash Raj was keen on making a film on certain portions of his life, how Rani Mukerji prepared for her role with him on Skype, how he could not go beyond his first date with many girls, and how his school teachers found it difficult to understand his Tourette Syndrome.




Hichki has received rave reviews.


We reproduce extracts from our review, which gave 4 stars:

"The climax is wonderful, and that man Neeraj Kabi (Detective Byomkesh Bakshy, Ship Of Theseus) once again stands out. It is a delight to see him as the professor, who is willing to bet his last shirt on Rani's failure. 

And then the end is pretty Chak De type, where two people who don't get along join hands at the most unexpected point to save their institution.  Wish this was true in every sphere of life though. Anyway.

a still from hichki
A Still From Hichki


What stands out in the script is that at no point it tries to make you empathise with Rani or her Tourette Syndrome--- which is the real victory of Malhotra as it is very easy in such kind of an underdog tale that you force sympathy down the throats of your audience to be with your protagonist--- in an attempt to get sell a few more tickets.

I am going with FOUR for this engaging and inspirational film, an extra half included for Mrs Chopra. "

Let's see the box-office collections. We shall bring them to you tomorrow.

 

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