Shraddha Kapoor, Siddhant Kapoor, Ankur Bhatia
Looks like Bollywood is experiencing their own version of a gang-war. Post Daddy which was Arun Gawli’s life story, we now have Dawood’s sister (come accomplice) Haseena Parkar’s story coming to the fore, making the dreaded gangsters morph into wronged human beings who did what they had to in the bid to survive the big bad world.
Haseena Parkar (Shraddha Kapoor) in the very beginning starts off rattling messages asking you if it is fair to judge her for being Dawood’s sister? Why do muslims get accused of being terrorists? Why are the only terrorists that are caught and prosecuted muslims? And so on…the premise is set, we are to be sympathetic about the hand fate has dealt her. The film goes on to show how Haseena is being torn between a rather rigid father and a brother who consider her ‘beti’ and is rather liberal with his conscience where law is concerned. While she might not have approved the ways of her brother, she understands the reason and is pretty comfortable with the amount of power that comes with being the sister of one of the most dreaded criminals. The pain of the brutal murder of her husband to being a grandmother rather early in life and of course, being prosecuted for being an assumed accomplice in the Mumbai blasts…. the journey and life of Haseena Parkar has been detailed through the film, albeit in a rather obvious bias towards the family.
However, what jars is the lack of effort on the part of the filmmakers to not bother with getting the details of the period correct. They have just rambled and taken liberties whenever and wherever they please, not just with the script but also the filming. Casting a Shraddha Kapoor and Siddhant Kapoor (actual siblings as onscreen siblings) might have been perceived as a casting coupe of sorts, but there couldn’t have been a worse miscast.
Let’s begin with Siddhant, in the little he has to do in the film, he does but he has been made into a caricature of Dawood. For an actor who is capable of more, it is rather unfortunate to see him wasted. Shraddha, on the other hand, was supposed to make this into a winning performance. Given no one in their right mind would have considered her for the role, she should have proved to the people who showed faith that they were right - they should have been her life mission. It is unfortunate that she doesn’t manage the fete. With her prosthetics firmly in place, she doesn’t get her body language as the dreaded ‘godmother’ of Nagpada nor the weeping in some of the portions of the film right. The film has come too early to her in her acting career, it won’t be a surprise if she herself cringes seeing her act, a few years down the line. The hamming in the film hits the roof. Clearly, for an actor with Shraddha’s potential, it was important to get directed toward dealing with the character better. Letting the Kapoors loose in the bylanes of Nagpada wasn’t wise, Mr, Lakhia.
Technically, while the film is sound, there is nothing in the film that leaves you fascinated - a shoddy attempt at posterity that ended making a mess in the movie business.