Okay, here’s the thing: Shaky camerawork is highly capable of sucking the fun out of my movie enjoyment. Even if the film happens to be very good, even if the camera is being shaken by my favourite director – I don’t like it. And especially when two-three people are talking to each other, I like the camera to stay still, because the shaking strains my eyes and doesn’t make the scene more intense or interesting.
Shor In The City is a quirky little film, can’t say I’m surprised because half the world has been after me to watch it. Spread over the 10-day celebration of Ganesh Chaturthi (Sanket D. Jariwala will rush to see the film now), Shor In The City tells three stories and makes a connection between them.
A phoren-return dude (Sendhil Ramamurthy) sets up a small business in Mumbai, gets intimate with Preeti Desai, is subtly threatened by extortionists and has to cough up “protection money”.
Tusshar Kapoor, Nikhil Dwivedi and Pitobash Tripathi are chindichors looking to make cash. The film starts off with the trio getting a famous author
Chetan Bhagat Chintan Gandhi to part with the manuscript of his latest work so that they may produce and sell pirated copies of it. Before taking off, they tell him it’d better be the real thing. “Tera hi naam chhapne wala hai ispe.”
The third story is about a guy trying to get into the local cricket team, the primary reason being he needs to have something concrete to show his pretty girlfriend’s family in order to marry her – and he must pay the selector a bribe of 10 lakh rupees to make his way in.
The film moves on to incorporate events and occurrences in each of the tales which causes many of the characters to have epiphanies, and under the eye of Ganpati bappa (smirk all you want, Sanket), Shor In The City delivers the triumph of good over bad, by way of making the good turn bad-der.
Shor In The City is a one-time watch that has oodles of humour and sensitivity… and justice for all. You should go for this hatke film and I should catch the filmmakers’ earlier work 99.