A lot of bizarre experiments are being made in the name of art house/experimental cinema. Precious raw stock, precious time and precious resources are being utilised to create movies which are so weird that only its creator would know what he's actually trying to say. Pankh is one of those films, which, frankly, makes no sense.
Let's give the credit where it's due. The premise - of a young boy being cast in girl's roles in movies - is interesting, but the screenplay and direction [Sudipto Chattopadhyay] are so abstract that I was actually wondering, how could a reputed film-maker like Sanjay Gupta and celebrated actor Bipasha Basu green-light this project? Or, let me put it this way, what did they see in the script of this film?
Frankly, Pankh made no sense to me and at the end of the screening, I only felt sorry for myself since I wasted two precious hours of my life on something that wasn't worth it.
Baby Kusum was a child star. But Kusum was actually a boy, working as a girl in movies. Born as Jerry. Christened Master Jai for the movies. Rechristened Baby Kusum to play a girl. Mary and Jerry, the mother and son, are caught in a turbulent relationship.
Nothing works in Pankh. The protagonist is besotted by a stunning looking actress and even fantasises about her, so why this hullabaloo about his sexual identity? And pray, what is Bipasha doing in so many avtaars? Did she walk on the set straight out of a fashion show?
Talking of performances, Maradona Rebello tries hard to look convincing. Bipasha suffers due to poor characterisation. Mahesh Manjrekar hams to the hilt. Ronit Roy is lifeless. Lilette Dubey is hysterical. Daya Shanker Pandey is quite good. Amit Purohit needs to polish his acting skills. Sanjeeda Sheikh is convincing. Asha Sachdev gets the role right.