koi good luk nikalein, gulak ko todein....dhan te nan, initially i could not decipher the song but when eventually i could it became the most endearing thing about the movie Kaminey. I went to watch Kaminey in a theatre- a luxury by my standards for people who can spare the time to step out of doors to watch a film on the 70 mm screen- because i had heard a lot about vishal bhardwaj and his cinema and i havent seen any of his films, the only exception being Makdee, which i liked a lot for its content, treatment and music. I had heard good things about omkara and maqbool from friends and excellent things about the blue umbrella on the tv.
Kaminey is the story of identical brothers Guddu and Charlie. Guddu stutters and Charlie lisps 'main f ko f bolta hun'. There is comedy and there is the dark side but the thing that i liked in the whole movie was the imagery and one liners like 'paifa kamane ke do raafte hain. ek fotkut aur doofra chota fotkut' 'kaali billi rasta kaat le to kuch nahi hoga par agar subah subah us manhoof ki shakal dikh jaaye to saare din ki vaat lag jayegi'
the movie is brilliant in terms of a story that touches so many issues like HIV, mumbai for mumbaikars, corrupt police officers, smugglers and all. the characters are not served on a platter but you have to pay attention their actions to know how they are and how they behave and react.
priyanka chopra is delightful, shahid kapur is awesome and powerful as Charlie and quite cute as Guddu. Amol Gupte as Bhope Bhau stands out and so does Chandan Roy Sanyal as Mikhail, Charlie's coke-addict best friend. we hear thatb Bhardwaj co-authored the screenplay to a script he bought for $4000 from a Nairobi writer that he mentored at a script writing workshop in Uganda and what a job he has done with the idea. fantastic is all you can say though i wish the script was a little more taut.
the ending is cho-chweet with another pair of twins being born and the two diamonds (that are otherwise referred to as the twins in the film) enabling Charlie to fulfill his dream of owning a bookie counter at the race course and the other one in the finger of the woman of his dreams 'Fofiya'