I have until now only thought of Shilpa Shetty and her pelvic thrusts towards UP and Bihar if someone would mention Lootera. I have also until now thought Sonakshi Sinha was happy being just The Girl With The Waist that brings all the Punjab de Puttars to the yard. Two minutes into the film and a silent exchange with Barun Chanda who plays her father the Zamindar—all she uses is her eyes across a crowd ,and you think to yourself “Sonakshi could do all THIS?”
She also delivers with panache the best line on bijli we may have heard in a while.Which come to think of it is not only funny but quite prophetic.
Sinha plays Pakhi—who is to the Bengal zamindari born and doing what the women of the bhadralok were doing in the ‘50s when we first meet her. Going to Santineketan, watching the jatra. She is also nursing a wee bit of a cough. Over the course of the film we discover that she is left handed, creative, pampered, petulant when slighted, aspiring to write The Great Novel, and her cough is getting worse. One day she does a Salman Khan with whatever goes for a SUV in the 1950s and runs over a brooding archaeologist Varun Srivastav. She loses her heart but finds a muse. However Varun has a far interesting back story.
There are twists and turns, and melodrama—as it was wont in the ‘50s. And I realise we have missed it. It has been a while since we had a Khator Chacha. And someone reminds me far too long since we have had a young woman address someone her age with a Varun Babu. Forget the retro 80s. Bring back the 50s, I say. The movie will shift seasons, from mustard fields in Bengal to autumn leaves in Dalhousie with the snows settling in as the climax sets in—the cinematography courtesy Mahendra Shetty is definitely the third star of this film. We also have the very capable Adil Hassan and Arif Zakaria supporting the film that are foreboding and suave in turns. And the delightful Divya Dutta who is to playing the loyal domestic employee what Nirupa Roy was to the Indian mother on celluloid. Everyone will love Ranveer Singh whether he is channelling his Gregory Peck pulling off afake Indiana Jones or doing a First Blood self surgery.
And yes no spoilers. But wouldn’t it be nice if Fevicol had not waited till 1959 to get to India?view less