The film is an extremely timely thriller about health care and the difficulties faced by those who cannot afford it, but it is also one of those shamelessly manipulative social dramas in which nearly everything is treated as an opportunity for the filmmakers to ram their messages home. Tathastu sounds far too many false notes to work as art or entertainment, but there is one thing in it that has the ring of truth, and that is Sanju’s heartfelt performance .
Sanjay Dutt works in an automobile factory for a meager salary. He is married to Sarita (Amisha Patel) and has an eight-year-old son Gaurav (Yash Pathak).
His world comes crashing down after his son collapses while playing cricket. Doctors diagnose a darkhole in the Gauravs heart and suggest a heart transplant surgery.
A heart transplant needs lakhs of rupees. Sanju tries to raise the money by asking for help from his factory and the insurance company.
But the loan his factory can lend him is much less than the needed amount. The insurance company, on the other hand, simply turns him away because his son’s insurance policy has expired.
In the meantime, the little boy’s condition worsens as he stops responding to the medication. Amisha wife begins to lose her dream.
She asks him to do something fast to save their son’s life.Sanju decides to take an extreme step.
He points a gun at the doctor, and takes all the people in the waiting room hostage. What happens next?
The film’s climax is awkwardly contrived, as though the filmmakers wanted to yank every last tear out of the audience while leaving us moderately happy. It ends in a series of clips from late-night talk shows, because as you know, that’s where you have to go to find any meaningful discussion around these issues. It’s a shame the movie itself isn’t so impactful.