Starring: Naveen Kasturia, Mayank Tewari, Aditi Vasudev
Directed by Amit Masurkar
What I liked about Sulemani Keeda is the heartwarming portrayal of relationships in a state of flux. In the urban jungle of Mumbai, with people constantly on the move, many a love story, despite the right sparks, can remain unexpressed or unresolved. But life moves on. It could even hold true for two writing partners and friends sharing a film script, a flat and some t-shirts. While this larger theme held my attention, the more overt concern of the film—looking at the mad world of Bollywood at the fringes—was underwhelming. Yes, the Andheri-Versova-Oshiwara feel might be right, and so too with the crummy bachelor’s pad, the booze in plastic glasses, the easy banter and conversations, struggles with landlords, with the process of writing itself as well as the hunt for that big break. But the film left a ‘heard this-seen that’ feel. It may want to be ‘hatke’, but ends up peddling familiar cliches.
Take the Euro cinema-Russian literature-influenced director’s son, Gonzo. Rooted in the real he might be, but it plays out like an irritating cartoon. So does his father Sweety Kapoor. The take on Bulbul Chingum and the 100-crore film club is a yawn and the presence of Anil Sharma, Mahesh Bhatt and Amrita Rao feels patronising. At times, Sulemaani Keeda feels like an in-group Versova film that needed more to say hello to the world. At others, it feels yet another variation of Luck By Chance, albeit from the margins. It didn’t stay with me for long.