When Words Fail to Deliver. Review on Raincoat

O? Henry, one of the most prolific and celebrated short story writers of all time gains entrance into the glitzy world of Bollywood, courtesy Rituparno Ghosh?s maiden Hindi directorial venture ? Raincoat.

Based on one of O?Henry?s most popular short story Gift of the Magi, Raincoat deals primarily with two characters ? Manu (Ajay Devgan) and Neeru (Aishwarya Rai). Once engaged, now estranged, they meet after a long period of separation at a time when both are undergoing emotional crises.

What emerges is a tête-à-tête that lasts for the major part of an afternoon and the lion?s share of the 117 minutes of running time of the film.

A curtain of rain separates the couple from the rest of the world. Confined within the four walls of a room in a house in South Calcutta, they embark on a ?game of words?. Careful not to pry or delve deep into each other?s lives, they find that although time has eroded their passion, a burning ember of fellow-feeling still burns deep down within their hearts.

The film encapsulates the maxim that true love is all about selflessness, sacrifice and sentiment. It is also about putting on a façade. That is precisely where the implication of the eponymous raincoat comes in.

Protected from the torrential rain, Manu enters the now married Neeru?s world wearing a raincoat. He takes it off after he enters her home, but soon finds out that he has to wear a garb to face the harsh realities that stare him in the eye. Neeru realizes the same. The film is all about the mental makeup that we put on when faced with a reality that makes the heart grow fonder about the dreams that one once cherished and wished would one day be realized.

In a consumerist society that we live in, the kind of emotion that Manu and Neeru have for each other is antiquated ? amplified by the mise-en-scene of the room, filled with old clocks, ancient furniture and similar bric-a-brac. It is as if both the characters are in a time warp, lamenting a past that they treasure and a future that is as bleak as the weather outside.

It is a story-within-a-story format that Ghosh has implemented, but with little success. Considered by many as the best screenplay writer to have emerged from Bengal after Satyajit Ray, this is precisely where Ghosh falters in this venture. For a film that is solely dependent upon dialogues, this is one department where the film fails miserably.

What could have emerged as an illustration of connotation is ultimately relegated to banality that at times precariously teeters on the verge of being branded inane. The spine of a screenplay is conflict, creation of tension, which keep the viewer engrossed in the goings-on, aspects that are conspicuous by their absence in Raincoat.

With the single room setting a la Hitchcock?s ?Rope?, two-character interaction reminiscent of Gus Van Sant?s ?Gerry?, Raincoat had a lot of potential in it. Deft art direction, mellifluous melodies, which for once, do not hinder the progress of the film and able performances by the two protagonists make one feel even sadder for the opportunity that has gone a-begging.

One emerges out of the theatre after watching the film imagining what it could have been, rather than what the film actually is. Add to all this a poster of Sophia Loren that the camera lingers on for quite sometime brings to one?s mind Vittorio de Sica?s Sunflower starring the legendary actress ? a film that dealt similarly with unrequited love, but succeeded in eliciting a sigh of despair in a context diametrically opposite to that of Raincoat!