Ruskin Bond couldn’t have dreamt of such a spectacular brochure of his own work on silver screen; VB’s take on this classic is nothing short of a revelation and is beyond the congruency of the Indian audience to get the reverberation within from a magnum opus like this one.
VB makes it very clear in the credits pertinent to the script and doesn’t mince words; but the treatment of the same stands out. It would be unfair to have this compared with his earlier products (even though Maqbool and Omkara still ranks above all else for me) but this one would hover around very close to be the número uno. Editing and the pace has been persistent without compromising the intensity factor; the vintage solitude and the precarious monument of vivacious crime spells brilliance.
The casting of the dispensable husbands has been near perfect; the pick of the lot being the inclusion of the talented and underrated Annu Kapur; the camaraderie of the characters were stunning. The music was surprisingly ordinary and except ‘Darling’, others failed to grab my attention. Screenplay mesmerised.
‘7 Khoon Maaf’ will go down as Priyanka Chopra’s most exquisite till date. She was passive, restrained and versatile; she looked ominous in every frame of her diverse portrayal. I must say that she is one actor who has immensely matured in the last five years and the performance here has been the icing on the cake.
VB’s efforts have always caught my attention; this one enthrals to the core.
As I happened to have ventured towards the northern territory of Chennai or the old Madras, as it is popularly syndicated, the flashback in me triggered unsurmountable waves.
This is was probably one of those first instances when the need arose to be wandering in the vicinity of the legendary city and I must admit, that I fell in love with ‘ Madras’ more than the inclination of this modern city that has captured my life for the past 7 years. As a person, I have always valued my roots and am a strong believer in legacy; this part of the mercurial city took me back home, to Calcutta.
The adjoining areas that progress from Anna Salai towards Central, the elongated stretch beyond Parrys and the track that paves the way towards Royapuram is reminiscent of ‘North Calcutta’. MG Road, the legendary BBD Bag Dalhousie Square, The ever resplendent ‘College Street’, the panoramic ‘Writers and High Court’ structures, the ‘GPO’, the ‘RBI’ landmark and the towering ‘Howrah Bridge’ played havoc within me as I surged past these landmarks gleefully on a serene Sunday.
Perhaps, the oldest cities in our country (obviously the four metros) replicate themselves via strong resemblances towards their vintage history and the fight to renewed existence. Moreover, their charm lies in their maverick past of staggering occurrences. History was one of my revered subjects as a student, but it is certainly one of my inspirations which is voraciously visible when I pen down acquaintances clubbed with live experiences.
Mumbai (Bombay, rather)and Delhi, I am coming for you!