Krodh is a 2009 Bengali Film directed by Shankar Roy starring Jisshu, Swarnakamal, Rajatava and others.Music by Babul Bose. Watch the film to feel Krodh towards Bengali Cinema.
KRODH – NOT WORTH THE ANGER
Shoma A. Chatterji
- Producer: Pankaj Agarwal
- Banner: P.B. Films Pvt. Ltd.,
- Direction: Shankar Roy
- Music: Babul Bose
- Cast: Jisshu, Swarnakamal, Rajatava, Santana Bose, Sujoy, Priyadarshini, Indrajeet, Biswajeet, Mrinal and others.
Shankar Roy has readied three new films for immediate release. The string of releases begins with Krodh starring Jisshu Sengupta as the man who is forever in quest of quelling his anger against the father who deserted him when he was a little boy. He was brought up by a kindly cabbie, a Muslim, as his own. Ostracised and ridiculed by everyone as a bastard, he is determined to avenge the wrong done to him and to his mother and sister by his cold-blooded, criminal father. But some goons will not let him do what he wants to, and while trying to defend him from the attackers, his foster father is killed. He runs away clutching a bag in one hand and an attaché in the other. He is thrown up by a rushing car and the attaché flies out of his hands to land somewhere in the woods.
He lands up in a home for destitute children, somewhat mentally deranged, clutching on to his bag as if his life depended on it. A beautiful girl takes care of him and naturally falls in love with him. This is the city where his villainous father lives with his second wife, good-hearted son and scared daughter, carrying on with his criminal activities with impunity in addition to bashing up his wife and daughter all the time. The son runs the home for destitute children along with his girlfriend. After some time, it appears that Jisshu was faking his madness. He goes back to the woods where the accident happened and finds the attaché with a gun inside. His half-sister is separated from her boyfriend and married to another boy of his father’s choice……
And the narrative goes on winding its way through absolutely unrealistic situations, events and characters where the only colours that exist are stark black and lily white with no allowances made for gray. Jisshu’s lady love (Swarnakamal Dutta) appears singing a bhajan, wet from a bath, dressed in a red-bordered white sari sans blouse, walking up the big compound of a temple complex which suddenly mushrooms from nowhere to make place for this situational song and to introduce the other heroine of the two romantic pairs in the film. All through the film, this beautiful girl sans brains, is dressed and coiffured so elaborately that one wonders where the money to fund her dress and hairdo and make-up comes from within the orphanage. The other girl, newcomer Priyadarshini, is more spontaneous and bubbly than the whispering Swarnakamal. Sujoy, another newcomer who plays Jisshu’s half-brother, has possibilities that need to be tapped. Rajatava Dutta, an excellent actor who plays the vile father of Jisshu, is the pivot around which the film revolves. Everything zeroes back to him and the span of his character is also big. But his acting is slowly getting slotted into the stereotypical villain he has been playing in every second Bangla masala film. He has tried his best by infusing a comic edge sometimes such as the scene where his little girl lies dead on the bed and when his chasers come to nab him for breaking into his father-in-law’s safe, he wraps himself around her body and begins to cry pitifully, his other hand clutching the bag that contains the money.
Jisshu Sengupta could have been the sole saving grace of Krodh. He has the meatiest role that has many emotional shades to it. He has tried to put in his best in the action scenes but the weak script and the terrible editing let him down completely. Indrajeet comes across very well as the honest police officer. Mrinal Mukherjee as the corrupt forest ranger is also good. The flat cinematography has to be seen to be believed. The colour is over-exposed for every frame except in that one night scene where Rajatava’s men try to burn down the home. One scene that belongs to Swarnakamal is when she gives Jisshu a stinging slap across his face, realizing that all along, he was faking his madness to fool the very people who were taking care of him. The other twist that comes across well is towards the climax when Rajatava is about to shoot down Jisshu to ‘wipe out the sole witness of my dark past’ when he falls to another bullet, this time, shot by his other son Sujoy.
If Babul Bose’s music is unimpressive, then the dance numbers, both in choreography and in performance, are even worse. None of the actors have gone through the elementary paces of what is usually called a ‘rehearsal’ or taking at least some basic lessons in film dance. Dance numbers in today’s films go rarely beyond some aerobic and gymnastic postures performed in bizarre costumes to quick beats and rapid music shot in incredibly plastic locations that lack history, geography, language and culture.
Avoid this film even if you are desperate for celluloid entertainment as a stress buster. This is hardly surprising when a single director has readied three feature films for release at the same time!