Pataakha 2018 Hindi 300MB Pre-DVDRip 480p

Pataakha 2018

IMDB Rating: 7.7/10
Directed: Vishal Bhardwaj
Released Date: 28 September 2018
Types: Action ,Comedy ,Drama
Film Stars: Sanya Malhotra, Radhika Madan, Sunil Grover
Movie Quality: 480p pDVDRip
File Size: 354MB

Plot: Based on Charan Singh Pathik’s short story Do Behnein, Pataakha narrates the story of two feuding sisters who realize the true nature of their relationship only after marriage separates them.

Pataakha movie review: Vishal Bhardwaj turns the two warring sisters, played by Radhika Madan and Sanya Malhotra, into a metaphor for India and Pakistan, countries locked in an endless cycle of sniping.

These sisters are named after flowers, but don’t let that fool you. These are duelling sticks of dynamite who steal each others stolen beedis and spark each other’s fuses. They are either on the warpath or standing by, demanding to be offended. They are flammable girls with savage tongues, sharp as maanja used to cut down rival kites flying over a neighbour’s roof. The garish swear words they spit out — about noseless witches and wives of frogs — are straight out of folklore. (Do curses and hexes cancel each other out?)

Pataakha is Vishal Bhardwaj’s adaptation of a short story by Charan Singh Pathik. In the beginning, it felt a bit flat to me. Too many Hindi films set in small towns and unfamiliar villages eagerly milk dialect and surroundings for laughs, but Bhardwaj keeps it raw. The dialogues steer clear of predictable punchlines and it takes a while to get used to a film that refuses to try too hard. Coming from a master director, this feels like a minor film — about two minors, daughters of a miner — till we get to see what these firecrackers are dreaming about.

One wants to go to school to open one of her own, the other wants to stay out of school to start her own dairy. Their eyes gleam when looking at blackboards and pasteurisation facilities respectively, and they are ready to battle for their ambitions. They happen also to be highly sought after women, made eligible by their feistiness. Both girls first physically overpower their suitors, and then choose to relent. They decide when they want the first flush of rural romance, their courtship taking place against the backdrop of motorcycling daredevils and lassi stores. They are in charge.

Pataakha 2018

Here is the film’s plot: two sisters fight. The short story Do Behnein is six pages long, and starts only as Pataakha enters its second half. Bhardwaj turns these warring sisters into a metaphor for India and Pakistan, countries locked in an endless cycle of sniping. It is an unsubtle analogy but crudely effective, much like a street-play. The metaphor peaks with the girls’ hapless father, stranded in no man’s land. Vijay Raaz plays this father of nations with a defeated dignity. It is a fragile, affecting performance in a film full of louder ones, as if he is too tired. His shoulders are slumped and the effort to be fair has worn him down. Once in a while he smiles, like when delousing both daughters at once with the dexterity of a tabla player…

The narrator is no such sad figure. Nicknamed Dipper because of an errant eye — and played with roguish sleaziness by Sunil Grover — he is a remnant of Bhardwaj’s infatuation with Shakespeare, a troublemaker equal parts Iago and Puck. Like a wrestling promoter, he starts and celebrates the biggest sister wars, and concocts harebrained schemes with nearly sadistic abandon. As I said, it’s a street-play.

The elder sister, Champa Kumari, frequently bites her lip. She’s a big sister defined by her younger sister — forever called ‘Badki’ instead of by name — and when stealing her little sister’s western-wear, makes sure to properly cover the sleeping ‘Chhutki’ up with a blanket. She has her own entourage and sits among them at the town fair with a pair of binoculars, scoping out (and immediately dismissing) men. Radhika Madan positively shines in this bossy role, unwavering in dialect and determination. The way she bites her dupatta in mock-shyness, the way she boasts about her smartphone, the way she brandishes a clothes-iron… She’s priceless.


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