Sound Of Silence

Had the guts to watch Nirbaak after in-numerous negative feedback and to my surprise was greeted with not the slightest disappointment. Of course its not a film for which you would love walking into a multiplex spending a few bucks but its indeed a good watch considering film as a form of art.Before I go into further details its important to articulate that  I am no Srijit fan and   didn't appreciate even his super-hit Baishe Srabon. While his earlier flicks have entertained the popular masses (not the Beder Meye Joshna fans of course) , Nirbaak left them disappointed. However this very underrated film made my evening beautiful. The screenplay may have been slow and driving the audience incoherently towards no specific climax , but it explores the beauty of silence; the silent imagination which is very personal to us. This imagination has no boundaries and no supreme force has the power to curtail its flight. There are things humanity imagines , seeks pleasure from them inspite of knowing their extreme unearthliness and leave for the heavenly abode one fine day with this bag full of imaginations with no living being ever knowing them. The film bestows this imaginative capacity to the "unhumanly" kennel dweller and almost inanimate oxygen generator. It appreciates the fantasies of a morgue worker keeping them almost asexual and contrasts it with sharply with the necrophiliac local goon who perhaps lacks imaginative capacity in spite of being a human and instead participates in inhuman unnatural activities with a female corpse. And needless to say the film also gives space to the narcissist Anjan Dutta whose imaginations remains constrained to his attractions to himself.