After long time a real good movie....... all the credit goes to the Director...Rituparno brings back the flavour of Satyajit Roy, Mrinal Sen and Goutam Ghosh in his own unique style.
After ’’Choker Bali’’, Raincoat really came up to its expectations. Dear readers, I have serious allegations gainst me from most my friends my choise never matches with them(as far as movies are concerned) and that is the reason I don’t expect a positive comment on this review ( Box office record of the movie already showing the sign of that).
I dont believe the words like ’art movie’’ or ’’commercial movie’’ etc. there can be only good movies or bad movies and this one , according to me, really falls on the first category. Raincoat will definitely find its own audience.
Plot which comes out of a ’’gift of the magi’’ and quite-essentialy in an Chekovian style is chracterised by people comes out of very ordinary circumstances. Catching the rhythms and patterns of everyday life, taking the male protagonist Manoj (Ajay Devgan) from the dusty little town of Bhagalpur in Bihar to the doorstep of his long-estranged beloved in Kolkata. The rest is the treat for them who wants to judge and study the two main chracters in the movie playacting for each other’s comfort.
But then who is fooling whom?
’’ Next time you cry in the bathroom don’t forget to turn on the shower...There are some things that you can learn from women.’’
Thats how life works in our day to day life...is not it? As Satyajit Ray once said an actor should never caught in acting either on stage or in front of the camera .....and no one really did (with some exceptions from Ash). It is not only superb performance by Ajay Devgan or the spontaneous delivery by his hosts in Kolkata, even the small but significant presence of Anu Kapoor shows the mastery of the Director over his cast. Anu Kapoor shows once again his brilliance as an actor.
I bet No Nasiruddin and Goutam ghosh and Shabana azmi could have done much better. Unlike other thwarted love stories, ’’Raincoat’’ doesn’t end in delayed joy. It just ends leaving behind a baggage of unsaid thoughts and lines. Most of all it delineates the innermost recesses of nostalgia in a language that’s related more to poetry than prose.
Thank you Rituparno ...we want more from you....and plz don’t go by box office ......