Avgat Review

Satya started it. It became a classic in Hindi film history. Vaastav continued it, courtesy Sanjay Dutt's cracker of a performance. And as is expected from Bollywood, the rut of plagiarism has started.

Agreed that we viewers need a chunk of reality, agreed that realistic themes on the Mumbai underworld bring out the best in the performers, and agreed that the trendsetters in such themes have become blockbusters, but puhleeze, that definitely does not mean you give us Vaastav and Satya back with a B-grade cast and absolutely, and I mean absolutely, no change anywhere else.

A brilliant but poor student who can't afford his tuition fees ends up selling tickets in black, grows up selling tickets in black and comes under the tutelage of an underworld don who moulds him. And the déjà vu continues right till the end. The ticket-seller becomes a don himself, much against his parents', girlfriend's, brother's etcetra etcetra's wishes, swears by a politician who uses him without his awareness, and finally gets killed by the police on the orders of the same politician after he becomes the chief minister. And amidst this you have some underworld slang, a cabaret, hamming by the dons and their sidekicks, and senti by the don's relatives.

If you belong to the group of very rare persons that haven't seen either Satya or Vaastav, then this one may actually be worth a watch. But the others, stay away from this product with a lack of originality in any department of filmmaking.