A luke warm film on a rainy
evening, Madari does not live upto the expectation of the buzz it created and
the cheers it generated for Irrfan khan. A story where the kidnapper begins to
like the victim and eventually the victim shows greater fondness for the
kidnapper than his own father, Madari does not hit you in the face that the
theme demands. The resentment and pain of a common man getting back to the
system making them suffer just as much as he has suffered for his grave loss,
the idea though borrowed does not produce the hypertension and ecstasy through
the story. The emotions suffering and agony of a father whose life revolved
around his son have been shown beautifully but the resentment and vengeance,
being the centre force of the film, does not match the emotions. Irrfan Khan
has a subdued melancholic nature through the film as his character reveals the
century old rot of our country. Another courageous attempt at exposing the
stench and filth of the decomposed garbage of our administrative system done up
close and personal by holding the stakeholders at gun point. The desperation so
conveyed goes to mirror the wrath of the public and is confirmed at the
resounding cheers from the audience. Jimmy Shergil blends into the lukewarm
tone of the film and fails to stand out in his performance; so do the rest of
the pawns in the corrupt politic. A film that can be missed and waited to be
watched on the tele.
