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The Tashkent Files movie review: Shastri dies, again. Long live Shastri

Published Apr 14, 2019, 3:02 am IST
Updated Apr 14, 2019, 3:23 am IST
A Still from Tashkent
 A Still from Tashkent

Director:  Vivek Agnihotri

Cast: Mithun Chakraborty,  Naseeruddin Shah, Pankaj Tripathy,  Shweta Prasad, Pallavi Joshi, Mandira Bedi, Rajesh Verma, Prashant Gupta

It is difficult for even a diehard movie buff like yours truly to think of one kind thing to say about this politically motivated film that asks the question that we all wanted to ask but didn't know where to go. Who killed our second prime minister, Lal Bahadur Shastri, while he was attending an important summit in Tashkent? Did he die a natural death…. or … or… was he bumped off by... hint. When the second in a hierarchy dies, the third gets to take over. Got that? Now revel in the tides of tyrannical intrigue.

Vivek Agnihotri brings together a formidable cast of ever-credible actors, which includes his wife Pallavi Joshi playing a wheelchair-bound  historian with no qualms about factual distortions, struggling here to look convincing spewing conspiracy theories that would make even Subramanian Swamy blush.

Using actors with a powerful voice, Agnihotri unleashes the most unbelievable theories about how and why Shastri died. Some of the accomplished players, such as Naseeruddin Shah and Pankaj Tripathi, are wasted. Others such as Prashant Gupta and Prakash Belawadi struggle with lines that even the best orators in the world would find hard to inject with conviction. It starts off as a blind examination of a clean and  honest prime minister's death and ends with broad and  slanderous remarks about Indian leaders accepting suitcases filled with currency notes from international agencies which want to control (the word used in the film is “colonise”) India.

The conspiracy theory lashes out at every politician we’ve grown up respecting, except Shastri, and his one follower in contemporary politics who believes in clean and mass-friendly governance. Guess who? Not that the narrative is not without its episodes of  enlightened storytelling. Getting Shweta Basu Prasad  to play the central character of a “fakenews” gatherer desperate to  get a real scoop to save  her  job,  is  a clever device to show how good intentions can, and often are, born  in  the  lap of muck. When she is not busy hamming, Shweta is quite effective in a pert, precocious, kind of way. But the zeal to embrace the film’s dubious politics gets the better of her judgment .The same goes for the distinguished cast.

Actors known to be unfailingly effective find themselves being placed on slippery ground as they struggle with their lines of pick-axe bravado.

A large part of the narrative is restricted to a room where members of a committee mull over the possibility of Shastri's murder in Tashkent. Everybody goes into spasms of self-generated anxiety, lending to the proceedings an aura of arrested eeriness. At one  point Mithun Chakraborty, in what is clearly his  moment of glory, gets up and goes around labelling every member of  the committee a terrorist for peddling self-interest in the name of nationalism.

It made me wonder. What would we call cinema that propounds dangerous propaganda, intellectualises googled gossip and validates Chinese (or in this case, Russian) whispers for its own reasons?

Shastri is dead…again. Long live Shastri.



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