I couldn’t connect with Nirbaak. I didn’t go all “claps and praises” for the film. I didn’t understand why Srijit made a film like Nirbaak.
No, Nirbaak is definitely not the right movie choice for a Sunday afternoon with your beau. A few left before the show ended and even fewer applauded. Yet I couldn’t ravel what I saw.
Okay, so going frame by frame, it’s the story of a narcissist, inter-species love and necrophilia, punctuated with some metaphysical sequences. Is that it? So Nirbaak is a “slow, pseudo-intellectual, claiming-to-be art house movie gravitated by Sushmita Sen”.
The post-watch adda of the film was not so speechless. While some considered it a complete fiasco, others called it an innuendo of what today’s Bengali film industry can look up to as an exemplary creation.
Contrivance, mixed with the right amount of quandary can give rise to a masterpiece and Nirbaak is one such example, undoubtedly. This acerbic movie is not for everyone. And why should it be? After all, not many of us listen to the wind or understand our pet’s parable or relate to the tryst between the morgue-man and corpse.
Thanks to the team who could think of such an incendiary plot and pass it through the red-eyed censor and make it to the theatres.
Keeping the entire buzz aside, do yourself a favour. Go and watch the movie. After all, the fulcrum of the movie is all about loving yourself and everything else would fall in place.
The relentless shenanigans of the Bengali film industry didn’t create any sense of sordid amongst the tireless (read sick) remake movie-makers. It takes a lot of guts to pull up all the good factors in a single movie and challenge the moviegoers ‘universal mindset and passing the test with aplomb. Nirbaak answers, or rather questions the base of the modern film industry with all its pedagogic skills what an “experimental” film would be like. How you perceive Dali or what Van Gogh permeates in you is absolutely individual aesthetic coaching. What essentially this movie makes you feel is the surreal world which probably doesn’t get through our membrane too often. The ubiquitous sense of surrealism is not always felt but you cannot but subscribe to this hypnagogic element of life.
I watched the recent Bengali film Nirbaak last evening. It is still with me and I’m still very profoundly with the characters of the film. A number of fellow audiences in the theatre thought the film was insane and tried to bully their partners indicating the time that they are wasting while watching an old narcissist bathing or a tree having an orgasm or a fetish love of a bitch for her master or even a morgue-man’s first found love in a corpse.
Well, to be honest Nirbaak is a film that is not made very often in India and in terms of commercial cinema, this is a rare species. Thanks to the portfolio of the director, a substantial number of movie-goers managed to make it to the theatres. Some were forced by their mates and some were probably hoping to experience another urban-romantic pot-boiler. Nirbaak disappointed them!
A film dedicated to Salvador Dali, the director Srijit Mukherjee draws inspiration from one of his abstract and surrealistic paintings while conceiving the concept of Nirbaak- very evident and very aesthetically done! Ambitious as a commercial project and revolutionary as an alternate cinema, Nirbaak emerges as a soliloquy of human psych depicting the not-so-happy minds of our society and their unconscious connections with voiceless sources of happiness (read respite). Hats off to the concept, attempt and the effort!
I don’t prefer writing reviews narrating the story or the good and bad moments of the film, I fancy investigating the mind space of the creative personalities involved in a project. While Srijit’s earlier films promised something for every soap-watching audience, this film condescendingly disobeyed his own style and he challenged himself with a form of cinema that is not visited very often. This is either ways not a review but a vote of thanks and a heart-felt congratulation to the entire team. Nirbaak, very organically creates a space and a scope for the otherwise abstract ideas resonating art and the truth of being an artist.
Wrapping up, I would like to assert the significance of art being a medium that can foresee truth. Art should disclose truth, truth of the present hour, truth from the untold stories and truth of being differently happy from varied perspectives. Nirbaak as a piece of art achieves them gracefully!
John F. Kennedy in a speech to bid farewell to the immortal poet Robert Frost said, “If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him. We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth.”
Nirbaak arrogantly defied to be a form of propaganda and evolved as an artistically poised truth!
Signing off from the desk of mymotionpicture, thanking a fellow writer & friend for contributing in this excerpt and keeping the indispensable arguments alive.