Madari

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.