Not all artworks have to be a Leonid Afremov landscape, some can be bland, simple, and yet moving and beautiful. Welcome to the world of Mannu and Neeru, and the drab dark room littered with antique pieces and furniture in the most unaesthetic way – something that would give Sanjay Leela Bhansali the cringe of a lifetime – and the conversation they have, and the soul wrenching sacrifices they make for each other towards the end. It’s not an epic fantasy created with a budget of over 500cr, nor is it a chic flick drowned in Arijit’s sentimental singles, with a forcefully patched tragedy in the end. It’s what a movie is supposed to be – a moving story. And just that. No glamour, no cheap crowd pleasing tactics, no sex scene, no hero, no villain, no posh location, no overthehead dialogues, no overacting, no stupid climax and no pointless background music. Written and directed by Rituparno Ghosh, Raincoat is a bittersweet tale of unrequited love, that surpasses its contemporaries by miles and miles in terms of tugging the heartstrings. It’s a masterpiece.
I don’t want to spoil it for you but I so feel like doing it. I mean you just have to tell everybody when you’ve seen a really good movie. Ughh. Go watch it for its hidden inner beauty.
Caveat : If you are one of those people who’d go for a movie only because they want an escape from their boring life, so a 2 hour entertainment packed Salman Khan movie is just perfect, then please do humanity a favour and don’t watch it. Also, don’t watch it with your girlfriend/boyfriend.
Watch it only if you’re hungry for a good story, and if you don’t get pissed off by just-one-godforsaken-location and the entire-movie-is-composed-of-goddam-conversations-only.
Short synopsis : Mannu (Ajay Devgan) is in dire need of money as he has no job and he wants to start a business. So he goes to Calcutta to ask for some financial assistance from his friends. Neeru (Aishwarya Rai), his love/friend/ex-half girlfriend (whatever), also lives in Calcutta with her husband. On a beautiful rainy day, he pays her a visit. And then they start to talk. As the movie unfolds, they go on lying to each other and also discovering new things about each other, about the present that’s so much different and unexpected. There are colorful flashbacks to the past, which are diametrically opposite to the color pallette of the present. The present is shown within closed windows and dark walls, while the past is drenched in colors of Bhansali’s scale. This contrast, which is unusual as flashbacks are often in sepia, gives you lumps in the throat. The masks they wear in front of each other are finally undone, but not in each other’s presence. The second half slowly tears your heart and the ending gives it the thud of a lifetime.
I won’t say much. Just go watch it. It’s a simple, beautiful, innocent, poignant love story.