Michil Film Review
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Michil Film Review
Michael Khan Sen (Mir) is an aspiring filmmaker who embarks on a project with yesteryear's superstar Mayurbahan (Soumitra), his wife Shinjini (Swastika), his landlord (Kanchan), and his financer-cum-heroine (Tonushree).
The question arises: What truly defines a good film—the climax or the overall packaging? If we focus solely on the climax, Michael falls into the "good" category. However, when considering the film as a whole, it becomes difficult to give it a resounding thumbs up. The story lacks originality, the humor feels clichéd, and the script shows the marks of a novice writer. The film itself feels as frivolous as the films made by Michael.
Additionally, the film heavily relies on slapstick humor, which becomes tiresome and predictable. Sayani's performance deserves appreciation, as she delivers the lines with impeccable timing, portraying Michael's hapless assistant who constantly makes verbal blunders. However, despite her efforts, the jokes often fall flat, leaving the audience missing the intended humor. While a few instances of slapstick humor can be entertaining, an excessive and relentless bombardment of such gags becomes exhausting.
In summary, while the film may have a satisfactory climax, the overall packaging falls short. The lack of originality in the story, the clichéd humor, and the novice scriptwriting contribute to the film's overall frivolity. Furthermore, the constant use of slapstick humor becomes monotonous and fails to consistently hit the mark.
As the protagonist of the film, Michael seems to have everything pretty easy except luck. Financiers drop into his lap by the dozen, and as for actors, he doesn’t need any, because if she had been a part of the cast, even his domestic help would have been acting in his film. But his so-called ‘dedication’ towards the filmmaking itself seems frivolous at best. The reason for this is the fact that Satrajit has squeezed in too much into his lead character. Michael is a closet cross-dresser, hates his job, directs shoddy plays, attracts women like magnets, isn’t a flirt and bags his debut directorial with a producer (Arijit Dutta) who doesn’t want his father to know about the venture but puts out a social media post seeking a director! And the icing on the cake — Michael seems to have no clue about what he’s doing. If that’s the image the director wants to project of a man passionate about films and filmmaking, he certainly got his maths wrong somewhere. Nothing adds up. Why is the emotional cop (Arunima) looking for Mir Afsar Ali? Why is another girl introduced into the storyline halfway down the second half without any apparent reason? Why can’t Mayurbahan place Arunima’s face when he treasures her lookalike’s photo right by his bedside? The one highlight of the film, however, is Soumitra Chatterjee’s performance as a philandering drug-addict of a yesteryear superstar. He is, in fact, the reason why you should watch the film. It would, however, be an injustice to say that the others didn’t perform well. Every actor did. But when the character sketch is just that — sketchy, and the scriptwriter is too busy pushing slapstick jokes into the scheme of things, even a Mir, Swastika or Tonushree can’t do anything more than show short sparks of talent in random sequences.