Mar 5, 2012 (Calcutta Tube): Ek Tuku Chhoan Lage is a 2012 Bengali movie directed by Jeet Goswami with Amitabha Bhattacharya, Priya Karfa, Arnab Banerjee and others in the cast. Read the Bengali film review at Calcutta Tube.
EK TUKU CHHOAN LAGE – NOT GOOD
Banner: Aditya Films
Produced by: Reena Das
Direction: Jeet Goswami
Lyrics: Goutam Susmit
Story & Music: Jeet
Editor: Sandip Paul
Cinematography: Rajesh Joshi
Art Direction: Toton Mullick
Cast: Amitabha Bhattacharya, Priya Karfa, Arnab Banerjee, Manashi Sinha, Mrinal Mukherjee, Santana Basu, Bodhisatta Majumdar, Kharaj Mukherjee and introducing Ragini
Date of release: 17th February 2012
If you imagine that the famous Tagore song that opens with ek tuku chhoan lage has any links with this film, let us be clear that there is no link at all. However, in retrospect, it is the only thing that bestows a kind of passive prestige to this otherwise haywire film.
Ek Tuku Chhoan Lage begins impressively with an accident that kills both parents of Sneha (Ragini), a noted sculptor who is saved but has lost her vision. Her father’s friend Ranjan Chakraborty, (Bodhisatta Majumdar), a doctor, takes care of her with the help of the maid (Manasi Sinha) but fail to bring her out of her shock and depression. She happens to ‘meet’ Raj Mukherjee (Amitabha Bhattacharya) and they fall in love. He is in defence and has to go away after they are betrothed to each other. Soon after, Raj is declared dead and Sneha goes into deep depression again believing that she brings only bad luck to people she loves.
A quadrangular love story emerges when the eye surgeon (Arnab Banerjee) who helps Sneha regain her sight falls in love with her without knowing that the psychiatrist (Priya Karfa) who treated Sneha for her depression is madly in love with him. But the story must end happily. Raj after a brief entanglement with terribly over made-up ‘tribals’ who rescued him, returns to find that Sneha is getting engaged to his younger brother, the eye surgeon. Sneha has never seen Raj but recognizes his voice and appeals to him to tell everyone the truth. The psychiatrist no longer has to wander about weeping in public places for her lost love and the eye doctor has a replacement bride ready at hand.
Manasi Sinha, Bodhisatta Majumdar, Mrinal Mukherjee and Santana Basu are so sweet and syrupy that after a point, they make you want to puke. Priya Karfa is as sweet as a rosogolla both in terms of her looks and figure and also in terms of her acting. The budget for glycerine must have cost a packet for the producer. There is no villain in the film and that is a saving grace. Arnab Chatterjee as the eye surgeon and Amitabh Bhattacharya as his older brother are the only relief in the entire film. Kharaj Mukherjee does a very good take on the late Kesto Mukherjee’s drunken act in Hindi films. Some dialogues are censored with a tweet. Why one should write dialogues that need to be censored remains a mystery. Ragini is a disaster. The only good moment in the film is when Sneha ties a blindfold to hide her sight to sculpt Raj’s head from her blind perceptions of the man. The sculpted ‘head’ is a precise reproduction of Raj.
The same, terribly boring song-dance numbers in every other film show that filmmakers are rather low on their imaginative quotient and choreographers are dying to take the shortest cut to train actors who have two left feet. About the songs, the less written, the better. How long must we go on watching such trash? As a postscript, let it be known that this critic was the sole audience at the rather spacious Bijoli theatre in south Kolkata.
– Shoma A. Chatterji