Shri Swapankumarer Badami Hyenar Kobole

I am dead watching this and my spirit is giving this warning not to watch. Total failure of a experiment. Some people can fake it that they like it to show how creative their mind is but trust me it's a total time waste and most disturbing is they know that they are not making any sense and expect the people to watch shamelessly and the wrongfully depicted scene to be accepted by audience. The only thing I liked in the movie is Shruti Das's presence. Everytime she comes in screen it's engaging. She can easily be said the epitome of hotness in Bengali movie nowadays. I want to watch more of her in coming cinemas.

Oh I am so happy and nostalgic. I found myself whistling inside the cinema hall after decades, at the entry of Deepak Chatterjee! I forgot I turned 50 a few months ago.

This movie could have been a tad shorter, shorn off some excess.. but that said, it is an ode to first Universe of bengali pulp literature, the page turners of my and my elder bro's childhood.....the collective magical times of that generation.

Smartly crafted, intelligently scripted, passionately acted, luridly costumed....it shamelessly shuts up logic and unleashes a tale of such fun and over-the-top ness.. that we are reminded that it takes a genius to play the fool.

There are touches of nonlinear time flows, magic realism, subtle digs and sarcasms...references to cult movies...but these are plastic words and let me stop here.. simply go and dive into it.

The story starts off on a promising note, it initially captivates with its unique and unconventional approach. The engaging dialogue and dynamic interaction between the characters, particularly the 'creator' and his 'creation', add a touch of brilliance to the narrative. The opening act exuded a vibrant and extravagant charm that truly delighted me.

However, everything takes a sharp turn once the plot reaches the intermission. The writing all of a sudden becomes excessively self-absorbed, disregarding larger implications of the tale. Subsequently, a sense of confusion seeps in, leading to incoherence and further befuddlement.

This film is a mess. Neither it engages you, not it gives you a thrilling storyline. Apart from Abir, the rest of the cast is completely miscast. Abir also has done a very poor job comparing to his work in Rawktobeej. The acting of the lady cop/detective is very forced, her looks are horrible. If you are making a movie where it is mandatory to read the reference books, then you have failed as a filmmaker. The presence of Mr Swapankumar is so irritating that you would want to skip his portion instantly. I was waiting for this film to arrive in Hoichoi, but I was so deeply disappointed. This type of films make me lose my faith in Kolkata films.

I was waiting for this movie for a long time. But Watching it was a dejecting feeling. The presence of the writer Swapankumar, enacted by Paran Banerjee, has made it more monotonous. Banerjee's monologue is too dull. The occasional reference and deliberate comparison of Dipak Chatterjee with the immortal character, particularly Feluda, is utterly unacceptable. The theme and content do not have a head or tail. No doubt, the detective stories of Swapankumar are entertaining. But the perspective of this generation is different. The film has done more injustice to Swapankumar. The initiation of Swapankumar detective stories is a super flop. It is utterly worthless content.