There are times when you have nothing specific in mind but just want to write. Today is one such day. And, what better than to write on Piku.
Constipation: Couldn’t have imagined in the wildest of my dreams that somebody would make a movie on a subject so frivolous, and yet so convincingly that it will end up leaving tears in the eyes. Feeling of Deja Vu certainly — no no, not because I suffer from chronic constipation (even if I did I would never admit it) but because I felt similarily after Vicky Donor; or, probably, the subject of constipation is not as frivolous as I think.
The soul of the movie is Amitabh Bachhan. But for constipation, he lived a perfect life; however, he died a perfect death sans constipation. And, that’s the beauty of his acting. He played so convincingly the life of an annoying grandpa — oops, he had no interest in becoming a grandpa, but, nevertheless, he did look like one — that the reality of death looked like an act of fraud. And, so did think everybody after his death.
Romancing Deepika Padukone has become easy: Just need to learn driving and badminton. But, of course, the real love story was that of Deepika Padukone, the daughter, and Amitabh Bachhan, the father — it seems she is reflecting her real life onto the screen; poor Ranbeer, Ranveer, Mallya, et al. Nevertheless, in this love affair, she passed with flying colours.
Last but not the least, I have a few suggestions for Sujit Sarcar for his next: Short Height, Baldness, Deos, Bike Punctures, Beastly Dogs, Condom Fragrances, Bra Sizes, etc. I think he is the only one who can do justice to these subjects.
© 2015 Ankur Mutreja