Film review: Bombay Velvet

All the rich visual layers and authenticity cannot save Bombay Velvet, which is at best a one-dimensional story with characters whose fate the audience will be able to predict within the first 20 minutes.

Ranbir Kapoor as Johnny Balraj, a morally reprehensible thug, in Bombay Velvet. Courtesy Empire International Gulf and Fox Star India
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Bombay Velvet

Director: Anurag Kashyap

Starring: Ranbir Kapoor, Anushkha Sharma, Karan Johar, Kay Kay Menon, Manish Chaudhary

Two stars

In the eye of the storm that is Bombay Velvet sits Johnny Balraj (Ranbir Kapoor), an angst-ridden and ambitious crook who is on the fast track to greatness.

Director Anurag Kashyap's turbulent drama unfolds in 1960s Mumbai, where Johnny moonlights as a street-fighter to pay the bills and soothe his tortured soul (after a tough, troubled childhood). He begins working for Kaizad Khambatta, played by filmmaker Karan Johar in an unforgettable role as a suave, creepy businessman waiting to capitalise on the urban development that will transform the city, which is poised to become India's financial capital.

Throw in conflicted jazz singer Rosie Noronha (a wooden Anushka Sharma), a policeman with a fondness for Geeta Dutt songs (the superb Kay Kay Menon), and a persistent newspaper editor with socialist leanings and dubious Russian connections (Manish Chaudhary), and it doesn’t take long to work out where the plot is heading.

Kapoor, a consummate actor, is wasted as Johnny, a thug so mora­­­lly reprehensible it is impossible to root for him. Sharma's role is unashamedly stereotypical – a poor but talented woman trying to make it in the big, bad city, with a few token scenes thrown in early to establish that she has been abused by opportunistic men.

Menon, on the other hand, is fantastic as a grim, laconic cop on the trail of misguided Johnny.

Which brings us to the true star of the film: Bombay. Those who love the city will revel in glimpses of its past: clean streets dotted with Fiats and Morrises; Marine Drive, the seafront, without a skyscraper in sight; colonial architecture in pristine condition; trams; retro advertisements; and, for a brief few seconds, a glorious panorama of Victoria Terminus railway station in South Bombay, barely recognisable without traffic and pedestrians constantly swirling around it.

While most of the film was shot on an elaborate set in Sri Lanka, there is much pleasure to be had in the little details, too, from the exquisite costumes designed for Sharma, to the old-fashioned ceiling fans whirring at Lloyds Bank, where Johnny comically botches a hold-up.

But all the rich visual layers and authenticity cannot save Bombay Velvet, which is at best a one-dimensional story with characters whose fate the audience will be able to predict within the first 20 minutes.

ciyer@thenational.ae