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Dosar- The Companion- A 2007 entry for the Cannes International Film Festival, this film gives several reasons for it to be one of the seven films selected that year. Functioning through three plots, the thread that weaves them together is marital fidelity. Dosar is the story of Kaushik (Prosenjit Chatterjee) who cheats on his wife Kaberi (Konkana Sen Sharma). He is caught when he and his mistress meet with a car accident that kills her on the spot while he is left seriously injured.
What strikes the audience first and foremost is the making in black n white. The classic look makes the film extremely appealing, and one is tempted to ponder upon the director’s decision to try his hands on this technique when blinding colors seem to be imperative to make a good film. It seems to make sense to use B&W for a theme that has appeared in art and literature since time immemorial! But he would not be Rituparno Ghosh if he didn’t make something magical out of this ordinary theme. It’s not just using different plots that make the film interesting but it’s the presenting the opinions of all the characters on the issue that compels the viewer, in his turn, to contemplate.
While Konkana Sen Sharma takes the cake as usual, Prosenjit Chatterjee, too, is a pleasant surprise for an audience that’s not so familiar with Bengali Cinema. The spontaneity of the actors puts them easily into the skin of the character. Their intimacy in terms of thoughts is very well brought out by all the actors. The constant duality of strength and helplessness of Kaberi’s character could not have been presented any better than this!
Kudos to the costume designer for having kept it simple and thus, apt. Flowers and poetry have more than an ornamental use in this film, they punctuate the story. The wisely title has been wisely picked to mark the different kinds of companionship.
For those who are already familiar with the genius of Rituparno Ghosh, the film is yet another reason to celebrate; and for those who are not, its time you watched some of his films, starting with this one.

Comments

  1. you are really making em regret not coming.. your review is immaculate!

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  2. kudos 2 miss niralee solanki 4 such a brilliant review.beware all critics ur future seems in danger.

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  3. great review, makes me wanna watch Rituparno Ghosh's movie starting with this one...khoob Bhalo :P

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  4. well said niralee hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm but how come ???

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  5. thank u so much everyone :) this is a big thing for me as its something new that m tryin my hands on. so please be kind enough to give a feedback, but not necessarily a kind feedback. thank u once again. niralee

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  6. well.....i think a true feedback can come only from the great critic herself, miss renuka rao!!! ;) but as for me, i find the review very credible!!! u r great yaar!!! u make me feel really envious and worthless!!!! so better stop writing such good stuff if u care about my sanity!!! :P

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  7. its amazing, the way u have written and woven the words...a review which is simple yet apt (in your words) :)

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  8. real good wrk :) readin this makes me feel dt i must watch d movie 4 sure..nd i agree wd niki too..stop makin me feel worthles ;)

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