Zubaan left me flummoxed. I liked the idea behind the story but the movie seems to be directed too cleverly leaving you with a somewhatdisconnected, disjointed feeling.
There are two stories going on. One about a boy looking for his real calling and another about a dysfnctional family. You know that there is supposed to be a lot of depth but somehow it doesn’t come through. Instead you are left wondering about every one’s motivations for their behaviour. Both the stories stay independent though theyunfold with each other. There is a lot of sadness going on- the son grieves over his father’s rejection, the boy grieves for his dead father who was a musician, the man grieves about his lost past and hates his son, a strange girl grieves for her dead brother and the wife tears into a piece of chicken like she was murdering the husband. But none of it made me feel anything. It was all too disjointed and New Age-y to make any sense. The surreal sequence in the desert with people singing on a truck and a swimming pool with a bed ina deep well add to the sense of disjointedness and the interval comes up so abruptly that you sit up with a sense of shock.
The hero played by Vicky Kaushal who did a great job in Masaan is good, even thoughhis character’s trajectory is very confused. The suave son who just can’t win his dad’s love is played well by Raaghav Chanana though the director succumbs often to painting him like a villian. The husband and wife play tortured souls with wide unblinking eyes that make your eyes water after a while. Sarah Jane Dias generally floats aroundlooking cool in some hip clothes.
For a movie about music the songs are too vague though the background music is pretty good. I really liked the danceby the French group Les Twins who are well, identical twins. It was the highlight of the film for me.
I am sorry, this movie has left me too confused to even write a coherent review. Maybe all that bhaang at the start of the movie got into me by osmosis. There was a promise of something good but though at times it comes close to touching it, the feeling remains elusive. Sigh, a good promise wasted. Sad.