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Durga, a homemaker and 'Special Force' agent, is tasked with finding and arresting a serial killer who targets successful women; Mrs Undercover is not a film of subtext.
There is no problem with silly, goofy cinema – it can often be immensely entertaining. Comedy and horror are also arguably two of the most malleable genres of cinema. And yet, they're notoriously difficult to execute. On paper, the Anushree Mehta directorial Mrs Undercover is a promising premise for insightful commentary about the sinister effect patriarchy has on all it touches.
In execution, it falters.
However, none of this criticism is leveled at our main lead.
She pulls at your heartstrings when necessary and uses her comedic timing to elicit laughs in the film’s more comic scenes.
Saheb Chatterjee as Durga’s husband Deb is appropriately frustrating and does his part in the film well; as does every other person in the cast (shout-out to Laboni Sarkar). They take what they’re given and run with it. Even the way Rajesh Sharma and Apte play off of each other in their scenes is pretty engaging.
Right off the bat, the film deals with the idea of women trying to escape the confines of patriarchy. Their adversary is the aptly named ‘Common Man’ – in the film it’s a violently misogynist group but the messaging isn’t lost on anyone.
Vyas as a serial killer is effective in his role because his character challenges the idea that villains are always ‘villainous’ at first look.
The fact that he comes off as a charming, boy-next-door is what makes his criminal acts more bone-chilling. Even as a harrowed Durga runs her household, she looks clearly exhausted and yet everyone around her acts like it’s “no work” – the film does have a grasp on its basic character work.
That's why it's a pity that such a refreshing premise is wasted because of a script that doesn't lend itself to intrigue especially since there is high potential for biting satire (or even commentary) in the plot.
Yet, the film falls into the harmful trope of glorifying the back-breaking labour that homemakers have to do on a daily basis, often alone and often in suffocating family dynamics. The ‘aurat ke das haath hote hain’ (a woman has ten hands) rhetoric is outdated and frankly, dangerous.
It’s a phrase people often use to justify the fact that women have to tackle multiple tasks during the day and are expected to not break a sweat.
The word ‘housewife’ is used so often that it feels like the film doesn’t trust the audience to understand what it's trying to say. While the film is entertaining, it’s bogged down by a shoddy script. It takes away from the point of a film like Mrs Undercover and you can’t help but compare it to the astute politics of Vidya Balan’s Kahaani.
The script just doesn’t have the understanding of thrillers required to make one – there are too many loopholes so to speak. If the Special Force is investigating an organisation literally called ‘Common Man’ (read: they’re everywhere), why would the task lead Rangeela (Sharma) be discussing this mission all over Kolkata? The urgency and secrecy expected from an investigative team is missing.
The lack of this urgency is also apparent in the way the action sequences are shot. DOP Abhimanyu Sengupta captures the essence of Kolkata in wide angles and bright hues but when it comes to action, the camera moves more than it captures and that takes away from the falsified authenticity of the scenes.
As with Durga, Radhika Apte seems to be battling all odds to save Mrs Undercover and raise it above its own merit and is perhaps one of the only reasons why the film manages to be an engaging one-time-watch.
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