Film: Tamanchey Rating: *½ Director: Navneet Behal Actors: Nikhil Dwivedi, Richa Chadda Certification: U/A
Quentin Tarantino and his trademark Spaghetti Western scores are perhaps the worst things to happen to contemporary Indian cinema. After the bizarre Revolver Rani, it’s Tamanchey’s turn to forcibly go retro on us. There’s a total of less than three seconds of silence in all of Tamanchey, a bewildering tale about two horny crooks aching to play house-house in a world of gangs and guns.
This style is used to hide an inherent lack of substance, characterisation, continuity and chemistry between two lead actors who give it their best shot. Quirky colorcoding and hyperkinetic editing work against the static tone of the film, and even a nauseatingly shaky camera cannot inject energy into a strangely loveless script.
As much as Richa Chadda oozes smoke and bullets as Dilli femme fatale Babu, Dwivedi’s annoyingly chatty character has nothing going for him except an uncanny resemblance to batsman Murali Vijay. Sequences totally lack coherence – shootouts are followed by frolicky getaway songs, followed by bloody battles followed by casual sex amidst squashed tomatoes.
Also, crucial advice to filmy eloping couples: Please do not leave the bus to buy a packet of chips. They will come to you.