Buddha In A Traffic Jam Hindi Movie ReviewFeature Film | A | Crime, Thriller
"Could you tell us about your business, ma'am?"
"Ever since the dawn of mankind and pre-historic cave paintings will prove it, man has made pottery..."
Erm... Shouldn't you be telling about your own pottery business? One person at the table (who claimed not a minute ago that she's trying to give up alcohol decides to drink, and by the time the lady has finished explaining how pottery is made by tribals today and she only sells the pots, the person who begins drinking again has passed out.
The audience alas has no such luxury. This disjointed little film adds to its pretentiousness by playing the story out in chapters. Chapter 1: I am a Bitch, Chapter 2: Pink Bra and so on and on until you are just trying to figure out how ridiculous the titles get.
All through the movie, MBA students are shown with alcoholic beverages in their hands and cigarettes. Not being moralistic here, but if the alcohol induced banter is that inane, then maybe they should not be drinking at all. A young woman sings, 'I am a bitch/My daddy is rich and the whole bunch claps and laughs as though it was something clever.
Running parallel is the supposed pottery making tribal repressed by leery government officer on one hand and the naxal rebels on the other. Oh yes, there are appropriate Chapter names too: Laal Salaam or Red Salute, Secret Game and so on. The two stories - one about the MBA students and their slow, annoying professor (Anupam Kher) and the second about the tribals - intersect when the professor asks the bright chap (Arunoday Singh) to understand why the tribals are suffering. Weirdest way to recruit someone doing a capitalist study program into becoming a naxal.
It doesn't matter. They try very hard to say it's a marketing campaign to give tribals their rights, but you can see a mile away that the professor is a bad guy. And it doesn't help when Mahie Gill who is supposed to be working for the tribals exposes her body for the flimsiest reason. Yes, yes, it's the bad guy who tears her shirt off. But the whole thing is so unnecessary, you are glad when she blows herself up. Don't ask where she gets a suicide vest from. No one in the audience seemed to care either. It's an awful attempt to 'save the tribals'. If they actually watched the film, they would choose to step on to land mines the naxals have laid out for them.