Karthik is bullied by his boss (Ram Kapoor, unusual and interesting bit of casting, that) sniggered at by his smarter (read: less sensitive) colleagues and absentmindedly ignored by the beauty in the beastly workplace whom Karthik gazes at sideways and writes scores of unsent e-mail to. She's the unattainable beauty. He's King Kong without the imposing grandeur to protest against his malfunctional existence.
This is the world of Rocket Singh without the turban and the placidity. While Shimit Amin's Rocket Singh Salesman Of The Year was about an office-goer who craved for acceptance, Karthik just wants to be less unhappy in his space. It's not too much to ask for. But who's listening? Except a voice on the phone that sounds suspiciously like Karthik to his own ear.
The buildup of Karthik's dreary disembodied world captures the claustrophobia of suburban existence without forgetting to add humour to the proceedings. The moments between Karthik and the gregarious Shonali (Deepika) have that touch of lively realism taken from lives we've known lived and somewhere tried to reject. However the dialogues between the couple try too hard to be 'cool'. The relationship that Karthik develops with Shonali is far outdistanced in intensity by the one that he develops with the Chinese phone set. And after a while the 'extended monologues' (in a newly defined man-calling-self avatar) begins to lose its credibility.
But hold on. Debutant director Vijay Lalwani , self-assured and apparently fully conscious of where he's taking his story ,gives us a second-half that is gut-wrenching in its portrayal of the individual as an island. To escape the dictatorial and tyrannical voice on the phone, Karthik buys a ticket to an unknown city which to our visual delight, turns out to be Kochi. Karthik rents a modest, near-dingy room and begins life anew as a battered man seeking supreme anonymity with no telephone lines to break his self-imposed deathly stillness of existence.
The second movement of the quietly simmering plot comes to a poignant if faltering halt in a city whose tranquility the cinematographer Sanu Verghese embraces by a rejection of the urban chaos. However the revelation on Karthik's psychological condition surprises no one except Karthik himself, and least of his sexy shrink Shefali Shah.
Karthik Calling Karthik is a gripping jigsaw piecing together a mind that plays games with itself. The winner is destiny. The pace is consciously sluggish suggesting the deep-rooted association of a vigour-less existence with the quality of life that the cities offer you in exchange for a comfortable flat in a techno-suffused surrounding. Farhan Akhtar, the life and breath of the proceedings, epitomizes urban anonymity in his body language speech and hesitant attempts to reach out to a world that has no patience with the over-sensitive.
Farhan's is indeed a super-confident performance as a man lacking self-confidence. The film itself doesn't lag behind in self-assurance. But the absence of what one may call an energetic exterior could well be mistaken by some viewers as an ingrained inertia, a malaise that the film's protagonist suffers from. Do not mistake the man for the plot.