27 Feb 2013


Last week I wrote about the first best Bollywood movie of 2013 and behold, Abhishek Kapoor brings us “Kaipoche”

This one is about youth, not the regular disco visiting, partying, glamorous group. The script does not ask such. But of late the only youth I can imagine and that what the industry has clich├ęd is such; the three protagonists’ men (yes not boys, slurp men) play us, the middle-class public, and full of aspirations, dreams, most importantly who have no definite goals with very little means.

A financially frustrated guy joins hands, an aspiring Cricket player/coach along and an easily influenced Brahmin boy; three men, different motives, neatly woven to make an amazing story. It comes alive with an exuberant screenplay by Pubali Chaudhari, Supratik Sen, Abhishek Kapoor, Chetan Bhagat team and rightly supported by Deepak Bhatia’s crisp editing. I know that the foundation was available with the book but adding visual treat is no lesser deal. Pati who doesn’t know about the book enjoyed as much as I did, even after reading the book.

For people who have no clue about how “religion” and “politics” are two sides of the same coin, the movie is an eye opener. Linking natural calamities to violent Godhra riots to nail biting cricket matches aren’t easy, but everything is done at ease. Complete credits to Abhishek Kapoor, who managed to keep C-Bag in good terms - CB’s son plays a guest appearance in the movie. Funny I know, but that is so typical us. Kapoor’s best talent as a director was in the characterization. Without the known famous star cast, is why the movie clicks. I’ve heard people appreciate Sushanth and few give accolades to Amit but for me Raj Kumar Yadav is the hero. Not even for a minute does he get out of Govind, either while he’s playing the tensed “what-if-my-friend-watches-me-with-his-sister” scene or when he’s playing “whether-I-know-to-dance-or-not-only-I-have-to-dance-with-her” or when he’s tensed asking auto-guy to “mind-his-work” and specially when he climbs the roof of the bus, all scared.

Amit Trivedi, for the charismatic music you’ve delivered and Anay Goswami, for the natural frame in every scene, take a bow. This movie makes you smile. How can you not when you watch cricket solve differences. Been there, experienced that.

I am also glad that the Brett Lee part of version from the book, that sounded very stupid to me, was not adapted in the movie. That is why it stands out from bad writing to good story to an amazing movie. “Kaipoche” - houseful on a weekday, in Mysore. Says another story altogether; book tickets your now.

Hoping this cuts many more record threads and soars high, like the characters.

P.S: Not mentioning about heroine is done deliberately.