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That's one of the best dialogues this writer has heard in a long time.
Another being, "Testestestestestestestestestestestestestestestestestestestestest."
It's never easy to watch a movie and enjoy it in Ramakrishna, unless watching a movie in Ramakrishna is itself your idea of enjoyment. If you did not understand that sentence, there's some localization you need, but that's not the point of this paragraph. It's how 1920 bludgeons the riotous and cacophonic crowd in the old neighbourhood theatre into submission. Towards the end, the crowd claps. The. Ramakrishna. Crowd. Actually. Claps.
As a horror flick, 1920 stares at the rest of the amorphous bunch from way up there. Vikram Bhatt's faith in his capability to scare is so strong, there's not one recognizable face in the entire film. And how he redeems himself. In the midst of that raucous din in the theatre where the highly expressive old city crowd (you know, don't you) on a weekend evening high is spoiling a nice horror flick for everyone else, 1920 works its way up your spine with such brute force, that at the end of a shuddering climax as the credits roll and the audiences are starting to head out the aisles, as a lone youngster finally breaks the hush with a tentatively assertive "Phaad diya baap!" and breaks into an awkward grin desperately seeking endorsement, joining in is almost cathartic for the dazed crowd.
1920 is the tale of a young couple Arjun (Rajneesh Duggal) and Lisa (Adah Sharma), who land up at an ancient but magnificent mansion, which Arjun, an architect, has to get broken down and reconstructed into a hotel. However, from the day they land in the desolate leviathan of an edifice, Lisa starts feeling uneasy. And hearing things. And feeling things. And, soon, seeing things. And by the time Arjun discovers her gleefully relishing the raw intestines and the fresh blood of a cat she's just killed, it's too late.
Or maybe it's not too late yet. The Devil gives them 4 days to entertain Him with a fight. Only, it's the year 1920, there are no planes, no cars and no Google, and 4 days is awfully short.
You know, it's scary sitting here and typing, since it involves thinking all of that all over again.
In the horror genre, 1920 will easily be the film to better for filmmakers for a long time. The movie scares you, in a theatre with 400 others, and this writer doesn't really scare too easy. Debutante Adah Sharma delivers a performance, as a loving wife, as a possessed woman, and as the Devil with a pant-wetting sense of humour, that should rank up there in sheer density of power. She's so good, she can retire now - she's at the peak of her career.
It's easy to say 1920 is inspired by The Exorcist - it is, in scenes such as the drawer opening and closing by itself, and the levitation above the bed - but if you put your mind to it, how does it matter? If you've even seen The Exorcist, you'll realize it's not as much about the theme as the dialogues and the execution (when asked why, if He is the Devil, He can't untie the knots binding Him, The Devil replies, "Now that would be too vulgar a display of power."). And that is where 1920 does it for you - in dialogues and execution. Sure, the Devil in 1920 doesn't really match up to that in The Exorcist in sheer IQ, but that's really no sin - He's still much smarter than everyone you hate, and with the chutzpah of raw power fully intact. And yes, He can make small talk.
1920 appears to lose it on political correctness towards the end - we'll stay out of it here, just as we are staying out of pointing out logical fallacies (and looking for logical fallacies in a horror film?). For, 1920 was made to thrill. And you can't dispute it does.
Hopefully, the paisa vasool is over in the theatre for you. For, we humans also come with a concept feature called dreams. And the fear of the dark.