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
clichéd 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
Hoping this cuts many more record
threads and soars high, like the characters.
P.S: Not mentioning about heroine is
done deliberately.
