It's enough self-aggrandisement to make salman khan and arnab goswami appear subtly self-effacing, and just scaling those heights of ego is.
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Still, this is a genuinely staggering bit of flamboyance, with mr insan - taking on the role of actor, director, cinematographer, composer, choreographer, rap artist and (naturally) costumier - drowning with an absolute lack of self-awareness in a self-made sea of cinematic sewage. (and, for that matter, how civilised is a world where movies like these are made and watched, by several, without irony?) because who's to say aboriginal "junglee" savages are any less civilised than a hirsute man who leaps off jeeps - and onto elephants - while dressed as lady gaga on a particularly technicolour day. This, i feel after having sat through msg 2, might be more presumptuous even than most missionaries. In this sequel, he goes deep into weird jungles and tries, in his own smiling and uniquely violent way, to rehabilitate the savages. The first msg was an outlandish work of gargantuan buffoonery wherein mr insan single-handedly waged war on drugs. The two-and-a-quarter-hour running time feels longer than a prison sentence, and the beautifully framed shots and impeccable production seem like smoke and mirrors designed to keep viewers from clocking the fact that, sadly, not a great deal of effort has gone into the storytelling.Bear with me, for i agree no review of msg 2 messenger of god - coming to us from auteur godman gurmeet ram rahim singh ji insan - should begin with any remotely deep conversation, but this production is an unlikely beast, a laughable product that nevertheless forces us to introspect a bit and ask ourselves who we are. Occasionally music thunders in the background, meaning Bakshy has solved something, and you sit up straight thinking the pace will pick up, but all such wishes are frustrated.
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It meanders from one unsatisfactorily resolved complication to another, crossing the line between a slow-burning thriller and one that entirely fails to ignite. The mystery, which begins with the search for a missing person and ends with matters of world peace, is fantastically convoluted and moves at a painfully sluggish pace. It’s so intoxicatingly lovely you almost forget you’re supposed to enjoy a good plot to go along with the visuals.Īnd that’s where Detective Byomkesh Bakshy! falters.
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There is a moment when Bakshy places a cigarette between the burgundy lips of femme fatale Anguri (Swastika Mukherjee) as her Clara Bow face fills up the frame. The darkness always smoulders glowing shafts of light sit like prison bars across characters’ faces curlicues of smoke rise deliciously from cigarettes. The cinematography is nothing short of dazzling, and the interiors alone speak volumes about a now-defunct way of life. It’s impossible not to warm to the detective as he hones his method and learns to harness his genius, going from cocksure, naive and endearingly squeamish to canny and unflappable. The cast is strong, with Sushant Singh Rajput in complete command of his role as Bakshy. It’s set in a spectacular 1940s Calcutta meticulously recreated by Banerjee – a pulsating hub of gangsters and political activists that is a world away from the customarily stately and strangulated Raj-era period drama.
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But adventure fails to permeate the listlessness of this overlong, self-indulgent would-be thriller.ĭirected by the much-lauded National film award-winner Dibakar Banerjee, Detective Byomkesh Bakshy! is an origins story for Bengali author Sharadindu Bandyopadhyay’s hugely popular gumshoe. H as there ever been an exclamation mark as misleading as the one in the title of this film? Exclamation marks mean urgency, excitement, exuberance – think Mars Attacks! Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! Hello, Dolly! If you see an exclamation mark, the understanding is that this way adventure lies.