Its a brave attempt, if nothing else. And if you ask me, a lot else in it to grab, pick up, turn over, think about and put back before you sigh (i did).
I am a sucker for unconventional cinema, and by Indian standards this was surely one. And of course there was curiosity in how Amitabh would play such a part, and what is the Indian Lolita portrayed to be. Mr. Verma sure did a splendid job. Its not an easy subject, and its bloody tough to please the hypocritical Indian sensitivities.
There was no sleaze, no sidey stuff, no embarrassing moments. (The kinds when you cough and shift in your couch, say something stupid to cover up the moment quickly)
A man falling in love for a young ling. Is it ridiculous. I cant say that. As far as I know one should savor feelings which are true, and honest as a crystal. You cant scheme up love for someone. Unless you are a Japanese Robot maker. But otherwise, it happens all the time. All around us. We are just a bunch of cowards to ridicule attraction, nature's simplest law.
What we should really ridicule is balding uncles asking friends' daughters to sit on their laps. Hair dyeing aunties who don't seek couple counseling, but seek benefits from their gym instructors. This movie is a tight slap for those hypocrites. This shit happens. And a brave man has dared to show it on a big screen.
All emotions are handled as they truly could, without dramatization or accentuation. No hoo ha, no 'bartan' throwing. The faces say it all. How would the wife feel. Her new world brother. How does a guy emote who cant decide between the strength of his new found love, and the richness of his past relationships. Its all very tricky, and tough. And those artists did a splendid job at portrayals.
