Film: Kakhono Bidaye Bolo Na

Direction: SK Murlidharan

Cast: Jisshu Sengupta, Malobika, Suman Banerjee, Biswanath, Kalyani Mandal, Rajatava Dutta, Sweety

Rating: Poor

Sudipta Dey

I’m suddenly reminded of Goddard’s famous quote, ‘Cinema is the most beautiful fraud in the world’. Only this time, this film was only fraud and nothing beautiful. The great divide between the commercial and art-house film audience of Tollywood becomes evident when majority give films such as Kakhono Bidaye Bolo Na a miss. For ardent movie buffs, who yearn for good Bengali movies, such films reaffirm the fact that Tollywood still has a long way to go before it churns out what Goddard called ‘the most beautiful fraud’.
Director SK Murlidharan has tried to add a bit of newness by shooting songs in foreign locales like Kuala Lumpur and other parts of Malaysia. But now, with every second film being shot in Bangkok, it is hardly a trick to rely on. Garish sets paired with equally tasteless costumes, the film simply fails to grab attention from the first frame.
Although the film’s title sounds exactly like a verbatim translation of KJo’s Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna, Kakhono Bidaye Bolo Na has nothing to do with it. Even that would have been worth a watch than the shoddy product SK Murlidharan has churned out. The saddest part, the film completely wastes talents like Jisshu Sengupta, Biswanath and Rajatava Dutta, who are capable of delivering much more. Suman Banerjee’s short role as the groom to-be was good. The film seemed to force each dialogue out of the rest of the cast. The first-half of the story is an absolute drag. A young guy goes to the city to study, falls in love… same as every love story. Later he comes back home for his sister’s wedding and a series of adverse situations crop up. Jisshu, playing the youngest son of the family, handles every situation without disclosing his own personal hardships. The story actually begins from the second half.
Jisshu Sengupta never fails to surprise. The good-looking actor was praised for his preformance Abohoman and other art house films. In commercial films, this is by far his best performance. But this complete sob-story fails to connect because of its unskilled treatment. The huge ancestral house looks like a set with large life-size portraits of the whole family. Not surprisingly, the whole family gatherings look like a poster too. Despite never-ending family discourses and loads of rona-dhona, Kakhono… fails to touch the emotional chord of the audience. At the end of this family DRAMA, you would still ask the purpose of the film, as it is full of contradictions. Was it made to uphold traditional family values or preach that family will support you even if you get jailed after killing the man who killed your lover?
Like Bette Davis said, “I don’t take films seriously, and anyone who does is in for a headache.”