There’s more heart in Huma Qureshi’s well-composed noir than the combined range of some of the other monotonous films that have come out in recent times
Monsoon sets in Mumbai with a bang. Rain drops ram the streets in desperation. The relief easily drifts into panic. Sea of umbrellas everywhere but one amongst them at a local station stands out. Wading through the downpour, its red colour drips with a warning. The person holding it exhibits a stone-cold demeanour, as she looks for an old man in the bustling chaos of the train at rush hour. She moves through the crowd inconspicuously and readies her umbrella, which secretly hides a gun as a trigger appears on its handle. She takes a muffled shot and disappears into the ensuing chaos.
The opening scene in Huma Qureshi’s Baby Do Die Do bears an uncanny resemblance to the real horrific killing of a young man in the local train recently, which laid bare the brutality that some people in the city carry within. Baby Karmarkar (Qureshi) carries a similar violence in her heart, that rises from the clutches of a city that failed her when she witnessed the death of her twin sister as a child. The city has turned her into a sociopath.
A pulpy noir
The film however, doesn’t always treat the violence with gravity. Its tone is not always sharp and cynical even as it aims to critique the cornerstones of wealth and power on occasions by establishing the link between the builder lobby and mafia. Director Nachiket Samant largely uses the noir as part of the design element, lending a pulpy, comic-bookish layer to the narrative while the thematic undercurrents don’t really get time to marinate. As a result, the rainy undercurrents, moody lighting and dark humour gets dissolved just into style rather than adding complexity to the narrative.
That being said, there’s more heart in Baby Do Die Do than the combined range of some of the other monotonous films that have come out in recent times. Its disregard for template is quite reassuring as it also aims to subvert genre cliches with a touch of quirk.
An inventive item song
The film doesn’t forget to have fun while juggling along with the grimness, as seen in an inventive item song which is inserted when Manu (a brilliant Marudhar Shekhawat), an associate of Baby, is tasked with an assassination that takes him to a gay pub in Andheri East. Saqib Saleem makes a guest appearance as a sexy, ripped dancer, grooving seductively to a song with the hook line ‘Alpha Q’ repeated all along. The gaze is empowering, building a sense of liberation to Saqib’s character, who controls his body and its movements. Rather than being an object of desire, he becomes its subject.
A silent love story
All of this inherent loudness compliments the muted worries of Baby, who cannot hear and speak. It is delightful to see her first tryst with love unfold like a silent film as Siddhu (Rachit Singh), a likeable Sikh music teacher, is smitten by her beauty. Their love story starts in a bus and later blooms in a cramped apartment, as there’s again a gender reversal at play, with Baby incorporating toughness as Siddhu stays dipped in vulnerabilities.
The performances
Sikandar Kher inhabits the dichotomy of his character with urgency, lending an astounding tragic-comic quality to his screen presence. He is a treat to watch but the screenplay just stops short of taking him to murkier territories while resorting to familiar, convenient turns to reach the resolution. Even Huma remains impressive as she stays silent for the most part and uses her face to translate Baby’s emotional turmoil. The real surprise in the mix comes from the restrained act put on by Chunky Panday, who represents the helpless middle-class Mumbaikar with remarkable honesty.
The verdict
These are all characters that become much more superior than the immediate storyline which Baby Do Die Do struggles to run along with. Their dreams feel palpable, their anger unresolvable and their beauty merging with the soul of the city. Although Baby Do Die Do imagines Mumbai as a cyberpunk landscape, it actually prospers while recollecting the unassuming everyday pulse of the metropolis.
