Movie Review: Lafangey Parindey (2010)
Who says critics are useless? Now you don’t have to see this movie, unless of course, you derive some satisfaction/pleasure from graphic violence, unforgivably cliched scripts, migraine-inducing songs, and/or repeated sightings of Neil Nitin Mukesh’s bare arms.
Make no mistake, this is a film replete with awful acting that glorifies nihilism – this is in-your-face movie-making by people with a moral compass badly askew. The title ‘Lafangey Parindey’ is an apt metaphor for the production house behind this flick which ultimately bobs and weaves a lot but ends up all empty air. Maybe it’s a cultural thing but there’s nothing remotely entertaining in ‘Lafangey Parindey’ – its just an exercise in silliness designed to rob you of Rs 300+. Director Pradeep Sarkar (of Laga Chunari me Daag fame) offers a lame attempt to do what Guy Ritchie has frequently done better – and with far more cinematic artistry. If he earns no other accolades for this directorial effort – a distinct likelihood – Sarkar deserves some kind of award just for assembling the most bizarrely inept cast and ideas of this young century. He’s put together this film with the offhand shoddiness of a government worker thinking about his Saturday evening beer.
LAFANGEY PARINDEY. Two different personalities. Two different lives. Destined to meet.
Set in the grungy streets of Mumbai, Lafangey Parindey is an unusual, edgy love story about the never say die spirit even when your last chip is down. It is an intriguing journey of a blindfolded street fighter and a blind dancer who, along with four friends, set out to achieve the impossible.
Born wild, will one-shot Nandu ever learn to love? Born to fly, will Pinky Palkar ever learn to see?