Alia Bhatt’s performance as Gangubai oscillates between hysterical and exceptional so often that one is bound to get mesmerised by it. Bhansali’s usual antiques besides, this is a fairly well done biopic that is shot by someone who knows what they are doing.
I like political films that know what side they need to be on, while simultaneously knowing that you can’t really choose to force feed your hand into making that side feel like it is the right one.
However, when the said political film is also hell bent on trying to evoke a half-assed, cluelessly stitched narrative that is so misguided and ill conceived that it doesn’t forge an identity of its own, then we have a problem.
Anek is that…
The colour scheme is fuckin' black & white, and they fuckin' speak as if there's a golden shite. The fuckin' movies are all overblown, the fuckin' powers and all those fuckin' guns. The fuckin' people are fuckin' stupid, they fuckin' talk as if they know it.
The fuckin' music is fuckin' fucked, what sadness can give, not a fuckin' thing could. The fuckin' love is fuckin' unreal, with all the fuckin' dance and all them fuckin' seals.
The fuckin' cigarette is…