Saturday afternoon. 2 hour gap before my better(?) half turned virat kohli went for his afternoon kirkit ( read cricket) match. Eating my head to watch some movie on einthusan. Wazir seemed like safe bet.
Intrigue, shispens ( suspense) and quality acting as well as story. Zero glamour and songs which express situation emotion and not extras fluttering around.
A dejected ATS officer. A desperate but determined handicapped father. A depressed and angry wife. A hard core and real villain who talks with his pure malicious smirk. Nice combination indeed.
A collage of love story , snapshots in a song ( wow...thanks for not wasting a lot of time) that ends tragically. A seemingly innocent entry of a disabled octogenarian chess player. A seemingly innocent friendship of two individuals, who have loved and lost everything precious. Entry of the villain and his role. Murder of one, vengeance of another. What seems so simple is definitely not that. An intricate web of deception , innocence is that which was camouflage to something more hidden, more calculated.
Each and every scene was linked to another, each dialogue used. Melodious songs and awesome performance by main characters .
For me, wazir can be watched, again and again... Just for sheer pleasure.
A collage of love story , snapshots in a song ( wow...thanks for not wasting a lot of time) that ends tragically. A seemingly innocent entry of a disabled octogenarian chess player. A seemingly innocent friendship of two individuals, who have loved and lost everything precious. Entry of the villain and his role. Murder of one, vengeance of another. What seems so simple is definitely not that. An intricate web of deception , innocence is that which was camouflage to something more hidden, more calculated.
Each and every scene was linked to another, each dialogue used. Melodious songs and awesome performance by main characters .
For me, wazir can be watched, again and again... Just for sheer pleasure.
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