I went to watch Smritimedur with a friend, despite not knowing anything about the movie, for the simple reason that it was being played at one of the screens of Nandan, a movie theatre enormously respected among Calcuttans for being a bastion of good, non-mainstream movies. However, the powers that be perhaps decided to play a prank on us – or was it belated ‘April Fool’ ? – by screening a classic bad movie like Smritimedur. The basic skeleton of the movie might elicit interest – a cynical guy, who has recently fallen out of love, gets drawn into a relationship with a mysterious older lady while on a trip to North Bengal. Unfortunately, every single aspect of the plot’s execution was hopelessly pathetic – the pseudo-philosophical tone, the trashy dialogues, the inane characterizations, the ludicrous comic interludes, the B-grade song-and-dance sequences, the tele-film look, and the third-grade acting (if you can call that acting, that is). The only hope for us lay in leering at the bootylicious Sreelekha Mitra – for those who aren’t aware of this luscious lady, suffice it to say, if I start speaking about her, I might end up seriously offending the cyber police. The final nail on the coffin, regrettably, was that even her buxom presence couldn’t shield us from the atrocities aimed at us by the movie’s horrendous cast and crew.
Director: Sunit Bhattacharya Genre: Drama/Romance Language: Bengali Country: India