Silence is gold! By the will of fate, the main character of the film Kalpana is forced to keep her secret from her husband. A particularly greedy photographer, with this exclusive information, blackmails her. And the passions boil. Of course, life revolves by itself, revolves, wriggles around a scoundrel photographer married woman.
I wouldn’t tell you what to do with your spouse, to shed a heavy burden, to bare the soul, but no, to be a victim of blackmail is preferable. In Indian cinema, shameful secrets are often kept under seven locks. And the eyes are filled with tears in women who have not managed to save themselves until their husband. The price of such a woman is low. Marriage lasts forever, and God does not allow you to be alone. In truth, the silence of the heroine, her extreme limitation and stupidity does not elicit a soulful response in me. Because clearly it's not going to do any good. But there is no one to instill such courage and common sense in her. Everyone pretends they don’t know or want to know. Neither your ex-lover nor your husband needs it. All the characters of the film hostages of circumstances prefer to remain silent when it is necessary to tear and throw. As if forgotten that a small lie gives birth to a big one and a stitch in a bag can not hide. There is no special melodramatism in the film, I did not see the thirst for revenge either. The husband is just an angel with wings, a liberal literally to his fingertips. Shashi Kapoor starred in this role. His role is particularly difficult, the whole movie he is, but always somewhere behind the scenes. The finale really struck me, I don’t believe in such instant performances. While the action was going on, it was still interesting how it would end. The film required patience and perseverance, because you are always waiting for some catharsis, a splash of emotions. And it did happen, of course, but it wasn't in the way that Indian cinema usually solves problems. It’s not a classic, it’s good.
Everyone plays well, but the most prominent role is played by Nasiruddin Shah (photographer Shivnath).
An exact hit in the image of a real chameleon, a kind of concentration of greed and vanity with a false impression of yourself. His intentions and actions are clear and clear, his character is clearly spelled out. If it weren’t for “magic,” you wouldn’t call it otherwise, the movie could be a thriller. Not that I wish it was worse, but it certainly wasn't better. But obviously the authors decided to raise everything and everything to a new unattainable height, let off steam, let everything down on the brakes. But that's just my feeling, the wrong turn, so to speak. But, if the final somehow did not convince me, perhaps someone will think that it is possible. The film is good at least because I always emphasize that I want to watch it to the end. Indians, like no other, can manipulate our emotions.
Good casting and quite intriguing plot in the range.