Swatch Bharath is a pattern since the new government assumed our responsibility. There were a few movies and documentaries made about this subject. Some of them were great, while others were trashy. While the point is true, you would be savvy not to snatch an excess of popcorn while watching them in the theatre. Various shots of individuals crapping, and delayed discussions about the ousting of human waste aren’t actually helpful for your craving. Also, Mehra‘s film has a lot of those. This is only a statutory cautioning.
The film’s eight-year-old hero, Kanhu (Om Kanojiya) lives in one of Mumbai’s many ghettos and invests quite a bit of his energy discussing toilets with his companions and once in a while, notwithstanding envisioning about them. His home and network don’t have a toilet, so occupants need to go close to the train tracks to ease themselves.
Kanhu’s mom Sargam (Anjali Patil) gets the attention of the neighbourhood to drug master (Makarand Deshpande) however she is infatuated with Pappu, a book shop from the ghetto, who restores her affections. Their fleeting bliss is broken when Sargam is assaulted by a nearby policeman on the train tracks one morning. Shockingly, the film makes no notice of the culprit after the occurrence. Sargam returns to her life and the film centres around Kannu’s response to the wrongdoing.
He chooses that if the ladies of the ghetto approached toilets, they would not need to confront the dangers that prompted his mom’s ambush. Kanhu then keeps in touch with the prime minister to request help.
Mehra and writers Hussain Dalal and Manoj Mairta appear to be not able to choose which way the story ought to go, making pitiful endeavours toward each path. Kanhu’s endeavour to fabricate a latrine a shallow endeavour at featuring class contrasts in Mumbai and a passing reference to ladies’ rights imply that this little term film, at last, makes no point convincingly.
Both Kanojiya and Patil put in sincere exhibitions, however, they appear to be strange for the scene that they are a piece of. Kanhu’s cleaned English pronunciation appears to be mixed up, given that he doesn’t go to class, and Sargam appears to be too assembled for the condition they are appeared to live in. The exchange is blundering, and Mehra is by all accounts powerless to get a hand on the characters, in this way making them cartoons.
Mehra winds up this film under seven crores, so the revenue side of the film would be in a safe zone. Mere Pyare Prime Minister winds up feeling like a supported crusade on ‘swatch’ than a convincing story that addresses us directly. The expectation is respectable, yet the execution leaves a ton to be wanted.
My Rating 2.5/5