Let’s get one thing straight. This is a film about subverted heroes. People who need big money so desperately they are willing to participate in a crazy game of life and death orchestrated by a man who has turned betting on human beings into a galloping global industry.
Sanjay Dutt strides across the wide screen and its accompanying pomp and paraphernalia, with leonine aplomb. He’s accompanied by a cast that knows this film means macho business. And the ladies can just wait for the next installment of Ballika Vadhu at home.
However the real heroes of this tale of perverse heroism are the action(Allan Amin), dialogues(Soham Shah), locations(ranging from the super-rugged to the ultra-chic), the thundering ricocheting background score(Amar Mohile) and the cinematography(Santosh Thundiyil).
All these technical components enrich the experience of watching an extended video-game done at an adrenaline-defying speed.
So is Luck just a series of action sequences threaded together in an apology of a plot? To a large extent the skills that have gone into Soham Shah’s storytelling tend to be eclipsed by the sheer volume and impact of the virile action. Even the female characters(Shruti Haasan and Chitrashi) are creatures devoted to moolah , nachismo and macabre homages to karma and destiny (or luck if you will).
So, play the game. Soham Shah, displaying a penchant for the pyrotechnics that hit you in your face with the full-blown impact of James Bond on a particularly bad-air day, revs up the proceedings from the word go. Every principal character (barring debutante Shruti Haasan) is given a back story done with an economy of narration that impresses with its austere suppleness.
Particularly riveting is Imran Khan introductory episode where in a Harshad Mehta-like scam the boy’s life and finances come undone because of his father’s economic misadventures. Here, the character’s desperation of monetary redemption comes alive as much through Imran’s clenched jaws and anguished eyes as the small details that go into constructing an ambience of desperate destiny.
Then there’s Danny, filled with smothered anguish at the thought of a dying wife (Roopa Ganguly, wasted) and the lakhs needed to keep her alive.
Most interesting of all is Ravi Kissan. As a psycho on death row who cheats death he gets some of the juiciest lines in this well-written jigsaw on fallen lives and scamsters posing as angels. Kissan makes the best of the situation and comes up with a performance that pervades the screen with a wolf -like wackiness.
Also a treat is that pint-sized talent Chitrashi who as the zestful stowaway from Pakistan comes up with a ‘camel’ ka performance. See the film to know what I mean. Her sequence from the hospital bed after mechanical sharks bite of her limb is the sort of foolproof emotional intervention in the rugged plot that cannot go wrong.
You love Soham Shah for making such telling use of Mithun Chakbraorty and Danny Denzongpa’s immense rabble-rousing personalities.
Why didn’t other directors think of casting these actors in such tailor made roles? Like the cinema of Sanjay Gupta, Soham Shah’s film shows materialism to be the motivating mantra of modern times.
Money makes the world of Luck go around unapologetically.
Some of the pauses dividing the 5-6 principal action scenes don’t quite succeed in giving the goings-on a sense of rhythm and grace. But you can’t really fault Luck for its ration of kinetic momentum. The narration is propelled forward by a pulsating integrity to the genre of action movies.
Original in concept and engaging in execution Luck is cinema at its macho peak. It pumps up the octane to an optimum level and lets the plot devise its own pauses and porous outlets.
You don’t come away liking too many characters in this tale of guns and deaths.
But you don’t dislike these people for their monstrous materialism either. That’s the real success of Luck.