“I will miss you” beamed darkly from an irritatingly-bright flouroscent-background of a dormant mobile. A faint smile carved itself on the bloody lips. Strength returned to a lonely wounded soul on a desolate highway ploughed down by a reckless faceless powermonger. The strength came; but also brought with it, the power of thought. The soul longed for a nimble caress of his lady. But the mind still puzzled on the ‘will’. She always missed him but never told him she would. Strange it was.
Realization hit. An orphaned tear swept away with a life lost. A lover jilted.
“Naach is a madman’s dream. I am that madman”
Watching Naach is unlike watching anything you have ever watched till date on the Indian screen. While Gayab could not do complete justice to a man’s obsession (the object/subject of that obsession is unnecessary) because of the actor’s inability to reflect it. On the other hand, Naach is a true madness, unleashed.
Its a true tribute to Fountainhead. And to a fan of Fountainhead, Naach was exactly what the characters would be in India. The passion, the music, the strength of the characters, its just orgasmic.
Its an orgasmic delight seeing Antara Mali in action. Undoubtedly the most underrated actress. Its just a wonderful scene watching her play the character, the mercurial ease with which she becomes the character. Abhi rocks. And trust Ramu to show what women’s lib can be; should be; showing feminist movement is not about sexual promiscuity masquerading as liberation.