Movie Review: Karwaan

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I’d like to start off by saying- Go watch it. It may not be something you’d want to watch again and again. But you’d like it if ,you did watch it just the once.

This is what Karwaan isn’t:

  • It’s not a screwball comedy a la It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World
  • It’s not a road trip movie alone.
  • It’s not just a buddy-buddy movie.
  • The main actors do not fall in love with each other.
  • No one breaks out into a song and dance to express their emotions or thoughts.

And this is what Karwaan is– a journey of self-discovery, of finding the most unlikely people to be friends with, rediscovering one’s passion and coming to terms with everything that life dishes out. Amply aided by a rather mellow soundtrack.

Dulquer Salman is an actor whose movies I haven’t watched till now, but plan to rectify that as soon as I can. He is vulnerable, closed-off, but a decent guy whose softness comes through in his actions. Everything he can’t say or wont is expressively played out on his face. Acting pedigree aside, he is aptly cast as someone who joins the rat race to “make something of himself”, putting aside his actual aspirations on the bullying/ say-so of his well-intentioned but badly-expressed father. His inability to grieve his father’s death with the run-of-the-mill tears and his off-beat eulogy at his father’s prayer are heartfelt, and heartwarmingly portrayed. He can give any highly lauded Bollywood actor a serious run for their money.

Mithila Palkar is another actor who I haven’t come across earlier. She comes across as a sulky, petulant-at-times child in the movie and while you may not always like her, she’s unapologetic and that’s what she was intended to be. I can’t genuinely say that I liked her acting much but she fit in where she had to and acted how I suppose college kids do.

Irrfan Khan the main BIG star of the movie, as it were. His Shaukat is irreverent, utterly in his own groove, doing his own thing all through. The movie’s main comedic moments arise out of his utterings and actions. Be it his dismay at every new destination/detour Avinash (Dulquer) seems intent on taking or his reaction to a pretty burqa-clad lady; his stubbornness in carrying on a one-sided conversation with foreigners asking for directions or his fleeting bravado in the face of repo goons, Khan brings not only light-hearted moments to the film but also proves why he is so good. He can share screen space with other actors- big names or otherwise and not have to hog the limelight. He, unlike most of the Bollywood Khans out there, can emote extensively and doesn’t need histrionics or highfalutin dialogues to help him do justice to his part.

The rest of the cast including Amala Akkineni who is charming in the little screen time she has and is quite likeable and honest in her portrayal of a daughter grieving and celebrating her mother, Beena , Kriti Kharbanda all contribute to the journey that the 3 main characters undertake; revealing the blossoming of Avinash into who he was supposed to be. Akash Khurana could be any Indian dad off the street. He wants security, success for his son and can’t embrace what he doesn’t understand. His flashbacks add more depth to understanding Avinash and the choices he makes. Adding to the charm are two vehicles, one with a coffin tied to its roof and the gorgeousness of Ooty and Kochi.

The only odd part? The overly loudmouthed boss of Avinash’s company played unconvincingly and rather shoddily by an actor whose name I am unable to locate on Google for some reason. Of course his “asshole quotient” was needed for Avinash to make the final break from the rut he was stuck in, to embrace the vibrancy of the life he always wanted.

All in all, I saw this movie sitting in the 2nd row with the screen right up front. It was without nachos or popcorn and the hall was kind of cold. But the laughter flowed all through and I found myself misty-eyed at times too. The acting was on par and I was thoroughly entertained. That ticks off everything on my list.

Rating: 3 out of 5

Vacation Diaries- Day 1

We’ve set off on what promises to be an annual vacation of sorts.

We’re in Goa with a whole bunch of other people who also are in Goa doing the same thing we are-lazing in a resort which caters to their kids’ ideas of fun viz the beach and the pool and also to their eating habits viz daal-chaawal-rotis with french fries thrown into the mix.

Sounds prosaic? Banal even. It’s not. So far. It’s a safe thing to do. Guaranteed successes and whatnot plus it’s that change from the everyday that we all long for.

That’s why am hitting the sack before 10 pm and why I’ll have to keep coming up with reasons why my kid can’t take the sheep and horse figurines from the Nativity scene on display here. Image some kid walking off with Christ’s flocks or just pinching off Baby Jesus.
Now that’d be a vacation blog worth writing.

Our trip was relatively painless. After the offspring discovered that cup noodles weren’t served on short distance flights (awww) and I discovered I saved 200 bucks because of it (yay) we settled down to some angry bird action. Just when it was going good we landed and promptly spend an extra half hour at the luggage carousel waiting for what turned out to be a bag with a busted lock (double awww).

Getting to the resort was fun. I slept. Red and offspring counted Christmas stars on the houses along the way. And on reaching here I found out that it was full of people I’d left behind aka a home away from home. So what’s not to like?

Day 2 will see the dawn of the SLR on the trip along with a walk (read run, after my kid) on the beach and some sorpotel down the gullet. Burrrp.

G’nite.

Watch this space for more trite, hackneyed and utterly predictable observations.