KARACHI : It’s not a review it’s an outburst. A sudden release of emotions that took place after something expectedly horrible deceived .
Sahir Lodhi’s golden streaked strands may leave you numb, but still, emotions manage to leak out of every inch of every frame, as if the film was taking place inside Lodhi’s hypothalamus. It was indeed conceived somewhere in there and he was generous enough to open it for public exhibition and scrutiny. Unsurprisingly, there wasn’t much to scrutinise inside, it seemed like a place eons away from new age; an unexplored piece of land where 90s Bollywood proceeded the dark ages with no hope of renaissance at all. As people from the modern world you’d have no choice but to deny and pretend like it never happened. Ha… only if you could!
The film stays with you like a shadow and no amount of light, caramel popcorn or self-assurances can eclipse it. The concept that is Sahir Lodhi – seamlessly diffuses into your head and multiplies like there’s no tomorrow, but unfortunately there is. You will have to drive back home, take your kids for the weekend outing, bear with the tantrums of your better halves and Raasta leaves no room for it.