NAYAN ROHOSHYO: I felt very upbeat as I noticed the serpentine queue at the movie theatre comprising of viewers from the age of 2 to 90ish assembled to watch the cinematic adaptation of Satyajit Ray’s novella on the big screen. But lo and behold, I found a thriller with no thrill, suspense or entertainment. The movie despite being made under the aegis of Surinder Films have very low production value, an effing flat narrative and deadpan delivery that merely makes an exciting prose a run-of-the-mill dull whodunit. Indraneil Sengupta is very stiff and lacks the intrepid and witty demeanor of a famous private eye. His squeaky voice makes Feluda a commonplace character sans any command or special power. Jatayu and Topshe and especially the wonder kid Nayan deliver delectable performances. The cinematography fails to capture the majestic beauty of Mahabalipuram. Even the dress designs of Lolita Ray are surprisingly not upto the mark. Feluda looks poor in his getup and the blink-and-miss action scene is unbelievably humdrum. This movie is a yawnfest and displays how tired Babuda (Sandip Ray) is, holding onto his lineage and maybe he should pass the baton to someone else now. Its time Indian parents stop dictating their offsprings on what they have to do with their lives. Its no fun if you do not have the passion and gumption of following your father’s footsteps and drive the audience into a sea of misery.
AninditaRoyMusings 