Risk is a prime example of how bad a film can be even with the presence of a few stars, but a bad director is a bad director.
A psychological thriller with terrorism as the backdrop where the wife and son of the head of the C.M’s security group Amitava Mullick (who is also an anti terrorist specialist and the brains behind ‘Project Risk’) is kidnapped by a terrorist, Vivek Kapadia an I.B man (Intelligence Branch).Rani his wife manges to accidentally contact a guy called Ronnie by fixing two wires of a telephone
to whom she narrates her tale. Though he initially doesn’t believe her, but later on he believes her and tries to rescue Rani’s son who had also been picked up by the kidnappers. His cell phone battery conks off which is why the communication gets cut off. He has several run-ins with a sergeant and a certain action of his makes the sergeant think him to be a terrorist. His photograph is shown on all T.V screens across town and he becomes a wanted man, he goes and surrenders himself. When he is in the hospital, the terrorist, Vivek Kapadia, actually an I.B man takes away Ronnie without anyone knowing his real identity to the warehouse. When Amitava Mullick comes to know the truth from Mittie, Ronnie’s girlfriend, both of them go to the warehouse and there is a fight between Kapadia’s men and Ronnie and Amitava on one side in which he perishes with his men.
Without taking Neel Rajar Deshe (a children’s film) and Love(A remake of Erich Segal’s Love Story)in consideration, if one looks at Kranti and as well as Risk, Riingo thinks that if he makes action thrillers with high point technicalities, absurd action sequences never seen before in Bengal films, the audiences will simply lap it up. Well the masses might, but the classes definitely wont. This is because there also has to be some content. All style, panache and no substance? There are too many absurdities in the plot to begin with –the head of ATS always traveling alone, only a single guard at his place, his wife supposedly a karate expert yet remaining silent and weeping till nearly the very end before she demonstrates her skills, a guy being branded a terrorist just because of a single act of his) Phew! Phew! How more absurd can things get? But something else beats them for the extreme absurdities in the entire film. You see bullets flying in slow motion, changing directions, people just dodging their way out from the bullets, bullets meeting in mid air
and splitting into pieces! Bravo my friend Riingo! No one can match you when it comes to action sequences! You are the king of absurdity! As for the music, though there are barely a couple of songs, music is probably at it’s worst form in films and after coming home you really have to wonder whether it was really Bickram Ghosh you really heard
as you would have had other expectations from him. The performances are nothing special.
Riingo should really engage in high level of introspection before he makes his next film.
Warning! You are at high health risk if you go to the theatres to see this film!