Mom Hindi Movie

Feature Film | 2017 | UA | Drama
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MOM is a terribly long-drawn out film and even though horrendously cliched and predictable, but worth a watch for Sridevi, who is simply stupendous.
Jul 6, 2017 By Manisha Lakhe


A strict biology teacher, Devaki (played beautifully by Sridevi) confiscates a cell phone from a male student. He has just sent a sex video to a female student in the same class. She throws the boy's phone out of the window (what?! No teacher will ever do that!) and keeps the girl student's phone.


We see her at home serving dinner. Oho! The girl student from class is her older daughter. There's some strange thing going on because she does not call Sridevi, 'Mom' but 'Ma'am'. Aah, the stepmom angle. Sridevi's husband (Adnan Siddiqui, very competent) assures Sridevi that he will fix everything between the mother and daughter when he comes back from his New York trip and they take their annual holiday.


The older daughter Arya (Sajal Ali, shows flashes of brilliance) is to go to a Valentine's Day party at a farmhouse with her friends. Sridevi asks her to come back in good time. The kids go to the party where the same boy who sent Arya the sex clip on the phone tries to dance with her. Arya rebuffs him and his older cousin and decides to get home in a cab because her friend who has the car cannot be found anywhere and the girlfriend is very drunk. She gets kidnapped by the boys she has rebuffed and is raped and thrown into a ditch and left to die.


Sridevi is frantic when Arya does not come back home and the police assure her that they will try and find the missing daughter. A creepy man at the police station says he can help. But Sridevi says no. He gives his card to the mom. When Arya is found by a morning walker Sridevi goes to the hospital...


Arya is alive, but barely. A case is registered on her complaint but as you saw in Kaabil and Maatr (both released earlier this year) the law is unable to bring the perpetrators to justice and they go scott free. And as it happens in the two earlier movies, the onus falls upon the protagonist (Sridevi in this film) to extract revenge. In Kaabil, Hrithik Roshan (he's blind, hence his revenge is empowering too) knows the rapists and plots each death one after another. In Maatr, Raveena Tandon is also raped by the bunch along with her daughter and against all odds, she plots and carries out the death of all the rapists. In this movie, revenge is given divine blessing by dialogues like 'God made mothers because he could be everywhere at the same time'. But Sridevi is helped on her revenge journey by the creepy detective and the police officer assigned to Arya's case. The creepy detective is played by none other than the 'lemme-ham-it because balding head with long hair isn't 'cool' enough' Nawazuddin Siddiqui.


The baddies are tackled one by one, and the ever-suspicious cop played by Akshaye Khanna seems to arrives too late to every crime scene. It takes the awful hamming of 'I'm a villain, watch me be villainous' Abhimanyu Singh and his very cliched anger against Sridevi for Arya to realise that Sridevi is really the mother of all mothers.


The director probably does not need to tell Sridevi how to be in the scene. She is simply stupendous. Her backing off from a screaming Arya and going to the balcony to prevent herself from breaking down is a scene that is masterclass in acting. Sridevi's helplessness at discovering that her relationship with her daughter is now irretrievable is goosebump inducing. But everything else in the film seems to be so long drawn and tiresome, that you wish she could kill them a la Uma Thurman in Kill Bill.


A R Rahman's music is not phenomenal and you begin to question why in songs does the word 'doooor' (far, in English) is always sung out long drawn... The cinematography is good (especially in Kufri, shown in the last segment of the film). It seems tedious simply because Bollywood seems to think women (and blind man) wake up to revenge only of their wives or daughters (or themselves) are raped. That's a sad way to make woman-centric films.

Manisha Lakhe

   

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