Too often,films that we really,really want to see leave theatres much too soon: Sankat City is out on DVD just four weeks after its release,perhaps the speediest transfer from film to disc,yet.
This is not the Mumbai of Marine Drive and Malabar Hill. Pankaj Advanis characters are nowhere people car thieves,hoods,assassins,failed actors trying to get a life. Its not as if we havent seen them,or variants,before. But the director scores in the quirkiness he invests them with Kay Kay Menon the gaadi chor loves fish,Veerendra Mishra the saffron-dhari godman likes flesh,dead or alive,Anupam Kher the mafia don talks with a strong Himachali lilt: everyone is whacky and whacked out. (Apart from Sankat City,you also get two other movies in what Moserbaer is calling a super DVD the just out Jashnn,and any third recent film).
Our other pick of the week,Little Zizou,is also a keeper. Parsis in Hindi movies have always been given short shrift. Sooni Taraporevalas debut feature,with Boman Irani and Sohrab Aradeshir,gives us a warm,intimate portrayal of her community. The mad bawas are here,so are the eccentric bawis,but they are creatures of flesh and blood. Its the directors backyard on film,the affection leavened by sharp observation and a delightful gallery of characters.