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"KHOYA" Review: Khoya tries to portray the dilapidated reality in a subtle tone but fails to spread its wings wide open

Still from "KHOYA"

Showcasing the glimpses of the earthly memories and dwelling into the aroma of nostalgia, puts every piece of out life together. We have our parents beside us, it’s all grounded to reality and is the most subtle yet beautiful feeling that can’t be expressed in words. We push our self to the edges; we fall yet we are aware of our surrounding that we have the biggest hope standing there to protect us. The syllable Adoption even if it caters various layers of emotion in a child’s life, it surreal to witness what the disruptive phase the kid has to go through, it embarks through the ages perishing and thus severance. Yet been a kid, holding their hands firmly and crawling through the lanes are the memories we cherish the most and those are the one which undoubtedly puts smile onto our face, putting layer of glee for us to wander. It’s a futile domain where we persist, which leads us onto the gloomy abyss reality that puts onto its edges various question that encompasses our past, its hollow, its dim, its adoption that surpasses us to stand far away in the que of human existence.

Remember Lion, where Saroo moves forth on a quest to find shelter under the wings of his mother, facing the enormous ups and downs he ventures to India in search for her and finds the puzzle he was craving for all his life, it was beautiful, it was flavourful, it was brilliant yet subtle in its emotions. It far beyond nurtures the wide spectrum of humanity with its vivid colours. Resembling to its rhythm of execution, Khoya paints the canvas in a subtle way keeping the tone and essence of the cinema verbally brilliant in its approach. The world surfaced around the character is morally weak, there are distinctive layers but widely separated from its core. Khoya grips the inner conflict surrounding the dilapidated sphere, resembling the human nature by radically pushing the boundaries of culture effortlessly yet it fails to paint the faces with the colour palette.

Director Sami Khan, who is previously known for is Oscar nominated documentary, St. Louis Superman, flawlessly pictures the world set around the surface of the character, showcasing the ugly truth in the forefront that dims the walls of morality. Its divinely beautiful in its approach and way of execution but gets blurry it moves through.



Khoya dwells on the emotional quest of Roger (Rupak Ginn) who visits India on the truth about his parents, which relinquishes the dark hollow phases of his life, diving onto the rhythm of unsettle emotional fragments. The essence of cultural diversity paves the wide approach the director entitles, surfacing the reality and layers that lies untouched. A moment where Roger realizes, he was forcibly sold to one of the adoption centres against the wishes of his parents, was the melting point of the whole phase, it was gore, it was dark, it was one of the ugly truths which was intended to shiver the viewers up. It was effortlessly and flawlessly pulled forth by the actor with other veteran actor’s, Santosh Uncle (Ravi Khanvilkar) with the firm support of Reza (Vipin Sharma) pushing the stakes higher and subtly approaching the screen with wide colour of persistence and enormous flavour.

The movie starts to falls apart and losses its rhythmic endeavour, when Roger realizes the truth that led to his inexistence, it evoked the dark abyss reality about his life but the story moves froth it dives into a separate layer altogether losing the chords of the previous layer, pushing it to the strand where it becomes predictable for the viewers to picture the elements prior to the end. The director travels to the most travelled road of earthly dimensions exaggerating the tale, losing its spectrum and jumping into the conclusion right away without painting the depth of the characters. Even of the fact that world surfaced around was raw and compact yet it lost its direction and now what moves forth is the aimless traveller on the road to inexistence.

Khoya leaves no scars to its viewers but pictures the hollow abyss reality with the spark of emotional contrast. It won’t give you that subtle anticipation once you are on your seat but if you want to dwell into the flavour of Lion, with the quest to find way back home, dive into the 1 hr 25 min tale and live the priceless moment.

 



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