Director: Shoojit Sircar
Writer: Juhi Chaturvedi
Actors: Ayushmann Khurrana, Yami Gautam, Annu Kapoor
Once in several years comes a movie that makes you feel that it was meant to be made. A story you haven’t heard before that unfolds like it was waiting to be told. With its actors playing their role not for the money or the fame, but for a camera ready to capture every expression of theirs and for the audience that will be amazed by what they see and hear. With all of its abundant humour untouched by crassness, and with a convincing seriousness that makes you empathize with the people on the screen. A mixture of Punjabi, Bengali and English so potent that it shouldn’t be called a Hindi movie, or worse, Bollywood.
When you’re done forcing yourself to laugh along with garish films laden with slapstick ‘humour’ just because they were made on a budget that could see you through a few lifetimes, and when you’re ready to accept that cinematic excellence doesn’t always have to be measured by a filmmaker’s use of mind-boggling effects or his way of telling a tale so complex that you need to get drained watching the movie a few times just so you can get it and feel good about finally having understood that it was a dream within a dream, or a movie within a movie, or that you’re an ass within an ass, you should take everybody you know for Shoojit Sircar’s Vicky Donor.
Take a deep breath, some time off, and treat yourself to this middle-of-the-road gem.