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Before I begin writing about Dhadak, let me make a confession about a few biases and insecurities that I harboured regarding the film as I made my way into the theatre. Also, kindly be informed that there are spoilers ahead.
I haven’t seen Sairat. I believe a state is only as good as the cinema it makes and I take pride in being a Maharashtrian, the land of Jogwa, Court, Fandry and Natrang. My thoughts were not coloured because of Sairat, however, after Badrinath Ki Dulhaniya, and the infamous male-rape joke and flawed production, I have little respect for Shashank Khaitan as a director.
I really felt that Janhvi, the daughter of my beloved Sridevi, could have had a better launchpad. I was concerned for her. Though I hate to admit, I also assumed that Ishaan Khatter’s youthful energy would be difficult for Janhvi Kapoor to match and that she would fall flat on her face after her first film. Looking at the promos, it almost seemed like Ishaan is a far better actor than Janhvi. I assumed that she would be reduced to a glam doll or may really turn out to be a non-actor.
Janhvi as Parthavi turned out to be a symbol of bravery. She held her own right from the first frame. She submitted herself to the role. She was exquisite, exasperated, hassled and yet, restrained. Her eyes revealed the war raging within her.
Parthavi conveyed a rare combination of vulnerability and confidence as she spoke the Rajasthani royal language with as much ease as she muttered lines in Bengali. In real life, Janhvi is eloquent in English. In Dhadak, she infused the language with a heavy Marwari accent.
Parathavi’s character is brilliantly etched. Through most of the film, Ishaan Khatter wears a terrified look on his face. With very few exceptions, he is either scared of love, confessing love, or standing up for love. Janhvi is the one who offers him solace. She snatches the gun from a police officer to point it towards her temple to rescue her boyfriend and then holds his intimidated face against her chest to touch him with her courage.
One may blame the director for depicting her as well-groomed throughout the moments where she was running for her life, however, this film was set in Rajasthan and was as much about privilege as it was about the challenges. In a world where poverty is sold as a cause or a virtue, the film doesn’t shy away from being rich in its scale, where it is required.
Please watch Dhadak, for Parthavi, for Janhvi. Please.
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