Box of Hoch Poch
When director Aniruddha Bhattacharya startles the audience at the climax by breaking the illusionary syndrome, he reminds us of the plays of Bertolt Brecht (Three Penny Opera & others) by every chance. Its obvious that the debutant director may disagree over this issue, but the fact remains that a below part implementation of Brecht’s brilliance has occurred in “Box No. 1313”.
The flag-off of the premiere show of “Box No. 1313” at Priya Cinema though did not promise to turn out to be such a mayhem after all. Bhattacharya appeared hell bent on breaking the conventional, contemporary norms of commercial Bangla bioscope. Graphics, SFX effects and animations were popping up here and there in the frames and didn’t actually look bad. But after a while it remained all technique and travail but no triples. Even if one ignores the trivial topic of “searching the golden bride”, it becomes astonishing and shocking to discover that after a pack of imposters gag and loot the guardians of the protagonists, the victims do not complain the police. In the next sequence we unravel that mother, father and son are casually conferencing about marital issues as if nothing has happened! Kudos to Aniruddha Babu for engraving such a tyro like screenplay. “Box No. 1313” stuffs all nuances of the neo-commercial genre of celluloid, but severely lacks in quantum and proportion. Make-Up standard of the times of Rustomji Dhottiwala (maker of the first Bangla film Bilwamangal, 1921) make the female characters artificially convivial. Chandrabindoo’s music has been pedestrian. The only tune which can be heard throughout the time span is “Strange…” (really strange!!). Camerawork is smart, rather over-smart, proving that Premendu Bikash Chaki has honestly followed the footsteps of the directorial messiah. Performance wise Sudeshna Roy, Paran Bandopadhyay and Biswajit Chakraborty look real. Paoli is turn off with her inconsequential role. Parambrata has natural comic flair but needs miles of distance to cover before being able to be labelled as a wholesome actor. Monami is sweet… but didn’t get who instructed her to twist and flex her facial muscles so much. As a film “Box No. 1313” is irrelevant, reason-less and coercively funny. Nevertheless its better than films by Sujit Mondals and Anup Senguptas as it appeared that the crew of this venture had the intellect and ideas, but did not have the intentions and experience of chalking it out in an aggrandized way. Drop in at “Box No. 1313” for some mindless fun. Its European neo-realism in a mockified commercialized version!