Prasenjit who has had more art film releases than commercial ones is back with his latest venture called Clerk. As the ageing Prasenjit has realized that newer stars like Dev have replaced him at the top and he can no, longer keep up with them therefore now is the time when his acting skills will see him through. In Clerk which is supposed to be about a clerk, here the protagonist Biplab is seen as a typist in an office in Dalhousie who leads an extremely isolated morose life. He goes to a bar everyday before he goes back home. He then has imaginary conversations with Bollwood actresses while he drinks, at times even while he is in the bathtub. His obsession with Aishwarya Rai shatters him when he comes to know that she is getting married to Abhishek Bacchan.He destroys all the posters and photos soon after. Meanwhile we also see a few characters like an aged man who sits opposite Biplab and drinks and receives a phone call from his uncle who wants to give him his property, but he only he wants his mother’s Benarasi sari which he promises to give to Biplab.Then a particular car with a guy who is with a different lady every day and picks up his fish from the Aquarium is seen to have become a father and not stray any more. Incidentally the aquarium is right below Biplab’s house and his niece spies on Biplab every night through the peephole of the door. He is incidentally shown having married her and selling different types of fish for the aquarium in the village after his company is shut down due to union problems.Prasenjit though has done what was asked of him and has come up with a creditable performance Now is the story of a Clerk so interesting so as to make a film on it? That too the director hasn’t bothered to make a film on the subject, but has completely deviated from the matter. The protagonist is not even a proper clerk, rather he is a typist. Do just black frames and complete nonsense make an art film? Biplab is shown not even to have electricity in his house(though one feels it was more out of choice and he lit candles all night while drinking and indulging in imaginary talk with Bollywood actresses).I mean what was the director trying to prove? The audience at Nandan started bearing the torture from the first moment and they started giggling from time to time and just couldn’t keep still as the torture was slowly becoming unbearable. God help all of us! Psuedo-intellectualism at it’s worst!