Movie Review: Tamanchey – Illogical plot, predictable climax

Film: Tamanchey

Cast: Nikhil Dwivedi, Richa Chaddha

Director: Navneet Behal

A gun crazy tale of two criminal minded social misfits, a sort of desi Bonny and Clyde incarnation, Munna (Nikhil Dwivedi) and Baboo (Richa Chaddha) who meet by chance following an accident that involves a police van carting an assorted lot of criminals (including the two), careering off a mountain top. They are the lone survivors and supposedly need each other to stay alive and away from the long reaches of the law.

She is a drug runner’s moll while he is a UP hick involved in petty crime. She knows a bit of English while he fits the country bumpkin stereotype. At first they rub each other the wrong way but forced togetherness breeds attraction and the two end up in a one-night stand. She leaves him and goes back to her lover, the ex-wrestler-suspended-for-doping, Drug lord, Rana (Damandeep Singh).

Munna, who, before the calamitous incident , was all set to wed his affianced, is now so in love with the bold and brazen siren that he follows her to Delhi and seeks her out in her Gangster’s den. To stay close to her he makes himself useful to the Drug lord. Munna and Baboo steal away several moments of together time before her lover gets whiff of the romance and seeks vengeance.

The end was totally predictable and expected and what transpired from the beginning right up to the climax was more or less a gore fest attempting a stylish modern take (a la Quentin Tarantino) but minus the expected sense of logic and purpose. The style of course is borrowed. The penchant for meandering into romantic assignations while in the midst of pulling off some serious crime is severely off-putting.

Nikhil Dwivedi, Ram Gopal Verma’s blue eyed boy for long, tries to throw in much more than his talent or weight allows and with the supremely talented Richa Chadda brazening it out without so much as a care, it’s almost an uphill struggle for him to match-up.

The music does not lend character to the film- it’s a combination that doesn’t achieve any homogeneity in purpose. The retro RD Burman number – Pyaar mein dil pe maar de goli (the line is actually a part of the film’s title), is cute enough to start with but after that its sheer mayhem.

There’s a Punjabi rap number that plays out as an accompaniment to a series of bank heists pulled off by the illicit lovers, quite forgettable I must say. The script of the film doesn’t really know whether to go the double-crossing thriller route or the romantic-thriller route and therefore extends the runtime beyond bearable limits. There was ample scope for humour and thrills but the lack of foresight proves to be a debilitating factor here.

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