Cast: Bhumi Pednekar, Arshad Warsi, Jisshu Sengupta, Mahie Gill
Directer: G. Ashok
You had been simply starting to get enthusiastic about new-age Bollywood horror after cutting-edge stuff as Stree and Tumbbad. Then got here Laxmii, and now Durgamati — as impolite reminder that Bollywood horror nonetheless has some option to go.
Durgamati, crafted nearly body to border from the 2018 Telugu-Tamil horror drama Bhagmathie, comes throughout as cliched melodrama greater than next-level scare fest because it tries peddling horror with a message. The end result is neither scary nor related commentary, for the societal ills the movie tries highlighting are far too acquainted as topic materials on the mainstream display to go away an affect.
Writer-director G. Ashok’s narrative begins off with a dozen-odd uncommon idols being stolen in a span of round six months, at the same time as brutal killings happen. Minister Ishwar Prasad (Arshad Warsi), who is below suspicion, pronounces he’ll nab the culprits or retire from politics.
CBI officer Satakshi Ganguly (Mahie Gill) is given cost of the case. In the course of her investigation, she is led to IAS officer Chanchal Chauhan (Bhumi Pednekar), an aide of Ishwar Prasad. Presently arrested for killing her fiance (Karan Kapadia), Chanchal has been taken to a decrepit mansion. Local villagers imagine the home is haunted by the spirit of Durgamati.
The movie would appear like an uncommon mainstream try utilizing horror as a automobile to focus on societal ills. The concept would have labored had Ashok proven an quantity of creativeness in scripting and execution.
Rather, the story of Durgamati suffers from jaded therapy. Despite an attractive begin, the narrative quickly reels below age-old business Bollywood cliches a few crooked politician and his corrupt schemes, and the way the highly effective ruthlessly exploit the downtrodden for his or her features. These themes, related as they proceed to be, have been flogged by our storytellers for ages. (Besides, anybody, who stays in contact with information headlines about how sensible corrupt politicians may be, would discover Ishwar Prasad’s get-rich-quick plan ridiculously amateurish).
A sloppy narrative quickly loses focus on what the movie was initially bought as — a horror thriller. As the story plods forward, the plot falls in all places. The stray ‘scary’ scenes are too pedestrian to startle. You know a horror movie is not working when what unfolds on display fails to carry your consideration.
The erratic storytelling impacts the characters and, in flip, the performances, too. Bhumi Pednekar brings alive the haunting of Chanchal with the anticipated quota of bawling and rolling of the eyes, as a high-speed fan stays firmly pointed at her undone hair. She is let down by a daft screenplay, as are the opposite confirmed artistes within the solid as Arshad Warsi, Jisshu Sengupta and Mahie Gill.