Rocky Handsome
Starring: John Abraham, Nishikant Kamat, Nathalia Kaur, Diya Chalwad, Sharad Kelkar
Directed by: Nishikant Kamat
Rating: ****(4 stars)
Is John Abraham’s Kabir Ahlawat, alias Rocky, alias Nowhere Man the finest performance of his career so far? Well, yes. It would have to be a toss-up between Shoojit Sircar’s excellent political thiller Madras Café and now Nishikant Kamat’s Rocky Handsome.
It is unequivocally evident from the start of this dark gripping thriller about damnation and tentative redemption that Kamat is a director who understands John’s physicality as well as his emotional strengths. Kamat uses both the qualities to create a man doddering on the edge of self-destruction. At mid-point when John in shirtless splendour is required to display his heroic swagger by a camera that loves beauty as much the ugliness of existence, we know what Rocky doesn’t.
Heroes are born out of necessity.
Kabir/Rocky has nothing to live for, no family to love and therefore nothing to fear.
That changes. A little girl from the apartment next door plonks uninvited for fish curry and a lot more herself into Rocky’s life, whether he likes it or not. With languorous lucidity the film captures Rocky’s resistance to any kind of emotional surrender to Naomi’s intrusion.
The homes are darkly lit, with a brave beam of feeble light barely cutting through the frames, as though to remind us how close Rocky is to annihilation. John occupies the emptiness of Rocky’s world with a coldness in his heart and chill in his soul. He is a man waiting to self-destruct.
Child actor Diya Chalwad’s sunshine-girl act is over-done. She acts way too confidently (too much tv). What the narrative—and John’s character—required was for Naomi to be vulnerable. The girl is way too precocious and all-knowing.
Nevertheless the bond between these two derelict souls shines through in scenes written (by Ritesh Shah) to underscore the pain that individuals suffer when abandoned to destiny. There is a sequence where Naomi tells Rocky how her junkie mother (Nathalia Kaur, poorly cast) refers to her daughter as ‘Dustbin’.
While I confess I nearly wept for all the unwanted girl children of our country, Rocky just listens. Lonely people are good listeners. His suffering eyes give away nothing. They have nothing to give.
All the bonding between the two misfits happens in the first 20 minutes of the narrative. Once Naomi is kidnapped by lethal drug dealers whom Naomi’s sluttish mother double-crosses, Kamat, an expert at swinging moods in the narrative (refer back to his Dombivali Fast where scenes showing the protagonist’s meltdown merged noiselessly into his acts of mayhem) switches gears to show us how Korean our cinema can get without forfeiting its indigenousness.
The drug ring is cogently configured in the plot. The kingpins emerge as wackos and psychos, one of them (played by Teddy Maurya) even sticking his tongue out obscenely at the hero to taunt him while driving away. Among these creatures of a criminal craving it is the director Nishikant Kamat who emerges as the strongest antagonist. Head shaven clean eyes gleaming with drugged fantasies, he is the epitome of sadistic evil.
In one sequence where he is roughed up and humiliated by his boss (Uday Tikekar) Kamat spit out blood after his brutalization ends. This marauder will create dignity in his life of violent strife even at the most trying of times. In some ways this is the philosophy underlining the violence of the film. The characters talk about and confront brutality of the most unbearable kind with a kind of fortitude that makes the violence seem disturbingly unavoidable, almost a pre-condition of existence.
Another impressive performance comes from Sharad Kelkar as the cop in charge of busting the drug ring. He sinks deep into a role that is sketchily written. The plot has a problem creating a space for all the subsidiary characters who serve to add up to the ‘scum’total of the whole.
Nishikant Kamat maintains an almost-demented momentum till the end of the proceedings. The item songs inter-cutting into the drug dealings seem quaintly archaic in a film that captivates us with its Korean brand of stunts. John Abraham throws a mean fist at his opponents. He is equally adept at kicking ass and conveying pain. The eyes are a window to a soul that has seen better days.
The flashback with Shruti Haasan is predictably pretty and poignant (wonder how Yami Gautam missed out on this one!) but acquires an amplified strength from Rahet Fateh Ali Khan’s song about God’s seemingly unjust ways. This, you feel, is a theme that thunders across this implosively designed action drama.
By the time John gets a parting hug from a loved one the narrative lies writhing in exhaustion on the ground waiting to be redeemed from the vortex of violence that governs Rocky’s not-so-handsome world.
Finally, all we need is love.
