Anurag Kashyap was always the genius. Now he is an artistic genius. Forever in love with the theme of his story, he is the artist who would prefer to paint a story than narrate it. This movie; no doubt is his new baby and for 2 hours and 45 odd minutes we end up experiencing the labour pains while he delivers it.
Don’t get me wrong, the movie is good. A lot of sincere effort has gone into creating a vivid yet lush texture of the upmarket Bombay of old, against the backdrop of social causes and fight for survival of a young Balraj.
Ranbir, is to cinema like a duck is to water. Oops. Sorry that’s Anushka.
Balraj and Fat Lip Rosie are both outstanding when it comes to acting and bring a lot of maturity to their characters which is so creditworthy that they would have a CIBIL score of 900. They do absolute justice to them and not once do we feel disconnected with who they want to portray.
Karan is surprisingly good as a utilitarian villain, the kind we are all too familiar with; very much like milk; the kind that goes bad towards the end of the script. Kaizad Khambatta though is not the stereotypical ‘your shit’s gonna fly up the roof’ type of a villain but more of a ‘dysfunctional men loving capitalist’ caring about society as much as his female wife who he uses as a bait for some gentle genital blackmail photography of Bombay politicians.
Balraj, having dim wittingly based his life’s goal on the ending of an old English classic, where the lady announces the recently shot lover as ‘A Big Shot’ to the inquiring cops, he fails to understand that the ‘Big Shot’ he is aiming to become, is a little bit dead by the end of the movie, an indicative of something a person should not look forward to certainly; as a goal in one’s life.
However, the thick skull-ed character goes ahead and books an appointment with the crematorium. He falls in love with Fat Lip Rosie who sings like Lata di after a light dinner of saxophone with cheese and olives. Coupled with Balraj’s remorseless relationship with low IQ she makes most of her voice, bare back gowns and some beautiful bollyjazz music.
Please don’t get me wrong. I liked the movie. The cinematography, direction, acting and music is absolutely revolutionary; is tastefully made; and it is a treat to watch and experience the Bombay on display. The weakest point for me was the story which did not merit the running time of the film. There are no thrills, no surprises, nothing out of the ordinary except the visuals.
So if your wife sleeps off after the interval at a 10:45 pm show which she desperately wanted to watch despite you both working your arms off this week, wake the hell out of her… and hold her head while she watches it.
I wouldn’t call it as a #mustwatch but you should certainly watch it once. In your life.