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Class of '83- A Review

Updated: Sep 4, 2020





One and half hours of stilted dialogues and nothing else


You sit in front of the screen with your coffee and biscuits thinking Bobby Deol and his slim-fit jeans is back.

Very early in the film, that idea is dispelled when a dying wife tells Dean Vijay Singh (Bobby Deol) that he should keep the grey in his hair and not dye it. You want to die then and there. Because how would a Bobby Deol survive if not for his flowing locks and his long legs gyrating to Gupt - Gupt or Soldier - Soldier?

And then the man is a high ranking police officer who has spent much of his life in the pursuit of a gangster who is just a character in the script. There is no palace in the Gulf where he is supposed to be operating from and no 'dhamki' and no drama at all.

Okay, so you get it. The director, Atul Sabharwal, a man who’s probably owning all the Martin Scorsese films and also all the David Fincher films and sees them repeatedly for inspirations, may have thought that conversations between male characters was the way to go.

And then someone forgot to give them some dialogue.

So, there are these five boys in the Police Training School who are friends and get trained by this Dean on a punishment posting to the school. Dean decides that they will go back and bump off all the gangster’s henchmen one by one, slowly making him disarmed and vulnerable.

And there’s barely any banter.

Then, they join the force, and there’s Bobby, standing in solitary places very rigidly and talking in expressionless monotones and you wonder if it is the Mumbai Police or Sanitary Inspectors of BMC at work here. So, they too stand and do the same, sometimes with the same bemused expressions that he has. You wonder if Corona affects any other way than advertised thus far.

Then, there’s the music. It goes on and on as if a lot of stuff is happening in the film. It isn’t. There’s a jump from 1982 to 1988 and one kill to 65 kills that happens while you were looking into the cup to see that the coffee wasn’t finished and you needed a few more sips.

And yet, there are no songs, like those Martin or David films. Sabharwal aims to please you.

You aren’t.

And then, the villain appears. You wake up from your somnolence and want something big to happen. The cinematography is all yellow and brown filters and dust rays showing and all that. You imagine Gulshan Grover type of villains stepping through. No, nothing like that. He comes, shit happens in two minutes and over.

You don’t see gangster movies without gangsters in it at all. Period.

It’s the WTF of the year, even in such a bad year!!



- Indraneel Majumdar



Available on Netflix

Director-: Atul Sabharwal

Production: Red Chillies Entertainment




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