The 12th Fail film review: Vidhu Vinod Chopra’s spiritual elixir for a time of cynicism

The first component that strikes you as quickly as ‘12th Fail ‘opens is simply how in contrast to a Vidhu Vinod Chopra movie it is. Neither a poetic gangster film, nor a crime thriller, nor a length film, it is the straight-forward story of a twelfth fail student, who thru dint of sheer perseverance, and a never-say-die attitude, goes on to crack the UPSC examination, and grow to be an IPS officer. If I didn’t be aware of better, I would have notion that it used to be a Rajkumar Hirani film, however then I’m certain he would have referred to as it ‘12th Pass’.

No spoilers here, due to the fact the plot is based totally on the real-life story of Mohan Kumar Sharma, a best-selling e book written by using Ashok Pathak. In phrases of distance, Mohan’s trip from the wilds of the Chambal to the Capital’s UPSC building, can also no longer have been too long. But in each different respect, these two locations ought to be on one-of-a-kind planets: simply the concept of a ‘Hindi medium’ younger man from such a humble background, who attends a ‘school’ the place the instructors ‘help’ their wards to skip exams, makes you blink in disbelief. Just how did the lad, with so little cash and zero worldly knowledge, pull it off?

It is specially down to Vikrant Massey’s clearly convincing taking part in of Manoj Kumar Sharma, who comes from a tiny hamlet in the notorious once-ridden-by-dacoit vicinity in Madhya Pradesh and stays the hard cyclic route of failure-and-success, so acquainted to these who have long past via the ‘civils’ grind. It is additionally the faces the movie surrounds him with — Medha Shankar as his supportive female friend , Anantvijay Joshi as his useful friend, Anshumaan Pushkar as the skilled examination giver, UPSC aspirants and all, and Priyanshu Chatterjee as the straight arrow cop who turns into his idol– who make you believe. And above all, it is the carefully-calibrated writing, which stays relatable, even when the movie dips into the realm of how-can-this-be-true: have you ever heard of a hopeful staying in a room with a super-noisy ‘atta-chakki’, working via the day, and analyzing via the night, and managing to get thru the prelims? This is what the real-life Mohan did, and this is what the reel-life Manoj does.

Producer-director Chopra is celebrating his forty fifth 12 months in cinema with this film. What makes it stand out from the relaxation of Chopra’s filmography, which consists of some of the largest blockbusters in Bollywood, is its sweetness of spirit coupled with a sturdy streak of realism. This, even as you are conscious that some of the areas are sets, and that some of the characters are underlined, and conditions are heightened somewhat, simply so that the movie is no longer dubbed a ‘documentary’, that dreaded time period that’s a mood-killer for most fans of popular Bollywood melodramas.

Despite the historical past music, and the occasional temper spikes, ‘12th Fail’ stays, for the most part, a movie that cleaves shut to floor reality, with characters that makes you sense that they’ve wandered off the street, and come to dangle out with us, dishing out life-lessons laced with dollops of inspiration. It’s no longer simply the foremost cast, however the numbers of the younger who collect in the hot-spots rife with teaching centres, such as North Delhi’s Mukerjee Nagar: all these multitudes, crowding into tiny rooms, a ways away from their homes, cramming day and night time to get thru the checks in the hope of turning into some thing extra than who they are, is such an India story.

A few parts sag, and I had to work at wrapping my head round the truth that the very vivid Shraddha believes for so lengthy that Manoj is extra skilled than he certainly is: it would have been obvious the second he opens his mouth. There’s additionally the all-knowing voiceover, certainly such a worn-out device: why underline matters we can see with our very own eyes? But the inspiring story of Manoj Kumar Sharma, whose success is now not simply his own, however of every individual who helps him attain his destination, and who clings to his hard-won trust that honesty is the first-rate policy, and that corruption is no longer continually the default option, is the balm that our cynical instances need. Naive? Maybe. But now and again naivete which leads to a hope-against-hope is the elixir we want in these bothered times. One can be truthful too, and go straight to the top, and hopefully, remain there. And what do you do if you fail, and fall ? Why, dirt your self off, and restart.