Mausam – Movie Review
Posted by FATEMA H.KAGALWALA on September 23, 2011 | No Comments
PRODUCER – Vivek Agrawal, Madhu Mantena Varma, Sheetal Vinod Talwar, Sunil A. Lulla
DIRECTOR – Pankaj Kapoor
WRITER – Pankaj Kapoor
CAST – Shahid Kapoor, Sonam Kapoor, Anupam Kher, Supriya Pathak, Aditi Sharma
MUSIC – Pritam Chakraborty
We all love love stories. Especially ones that have a lot of pining and the ‘ever-lasting’, ‘undying’ element to it. We love bashful lady-loves and steadfast, upright lover-boys. ‘Mausam’ brings all of it to the table, with some old-world charm, heart, unseemly melodrama and amazing implausibility.
It starts with a young girl and boy falling in love in a small village in Punjab. The girl, Aayat (Sonam Kapoor) and the boy, Harry (Shahid Kapoor) from then on, meet and separate with an alarming repetitiveness across boundaries and history.
Debutante director, and one of the finest actors in Indian cinema, Pankaj Kapoor sets up the village, its camaraderie and community feeling with a lot of heart. The romance blossoms through stolen glances and customary, small-town coyness and the lead actors are a delight to watch as they begin to lead you into rooting for them heartily.
But then the said (first of the lot) separation happens and the film turns onto its head by brutally whisking you off earthy, well-wrought terrains to the glossy, cosmetic, picture-perfect world of Edinburgh. The coy Muslim, burkha-clad girl is now selling tickets for Mozart operas and taking ballet classes. The roguish, care-free boy is now an unbelievably self-important Naval officer. Their latent love rekindles, of course, but the film simply doesn’t.
From then on it is a series of unions and separations in the backdrop of communal fury and a race for both to catch up with each other. As it unfolds, the screenplay becomes choppy to too underdone, dramatic to melodramatic and chooses to leave behind all sense of logic or plausibility in its fervour of jerking out the last tear from your eye-glands.
One grows to love the visuals unfolding onscreen with the graceful touch of cinematographer Binod Pradhan and sings along with Pritam’s music. We give into Sonam Kapoor’s grace and cannot have enough of her toned styling. We warm upto the mustachioed Shahid Kapoor in the navy officer costume. We applaud the secondary characters, Supriya Pathak as Aayat’s bua, the actress playing Harry’s sister and the villagers, but soon enough the bizarre, masala-ness takes all the soul out of the love story and simply makes us wait for it all to end.
As a first-time director, Pankaj Kapoor see-saws between brilliant detailing and banal formulaism. The very flawed writing successfully kills what could have been a tryst with ever-lasting, Hindi filmy romance we are forever craving for. No marks for that disappointment.