AUG 24- A Tamil conflict in Sri Lanka. A former Indian Prime Minister on the campaign trail. A suicide bomber wearing thick-rimmed glasses, waiting in a small town in Tamil Nadu with a smile on her lips and a garland in her hands.
But despite the foreknowledge and the dampening power of expectation, watching the incident unfurl on the big screen somehow manages to give the film epic proportions. Not for being an outstanding piece for cinema, but simply for going where few Hindi movies have dared to go before.
The film is tight, slick, and captures the mood of an early 90s India and a pristine but battle-torn Sri Lanka. The background score kicks in at just the right moments as we ride across the sea on noisy steamers and on rickety buses plying on coconut-lined streets. It does miss a few beats though while documenting the frustration that accompanies any meticulous investigation.
But the last half hour of Madras Cafe, in which director Shoojit Sircar’s meticulous research comes together to seamlessly tie in reality with fiction, is adequate reward for wading through those relatively dull moments.
He chooses not to take a stand about right and wrong, or make a jingoistic comment on victory and defeat. At the bitter end, when the ex-PM’s white sneakers lie streaked with blood, you just know you’ve watched something unprecedented, even if not unexpected- a trailblazer that may pave the way for realistic political cinema for the masses.
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INDIA TODAY