Got 5 out of 5 Stars! Don't miss 'Bhaag Milkha Bhaag' at any cost
History is created in several ways. One of them is cinema. And if Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra's Bhaag Milkha Bhaag seems like a near-flawless homage to the flying spirit of India's greatest runner it is partly because the story, so nimbly woven into a pastiche of drama emotion humour and pathos by Prasoon Joshi, is in no hurry to keep pace with the on-screen Milkha's breathless sprint.
The story of super-sprinter Milkha Singh unfolds in this exceptional bio-pic at its own volition. There's no effort here `to tell a story`, to create an impression or to whip up a dramatic storm to captivate audiences. The synergy in the storytelling seems subliminal.
Still, we the audience, fed week after week on mediocrity masquerading as cinema, are riveted to the story Milkha Singh for over 3 hours of playing-time?
How come? ! Well, to begin with it is Milkha Singh's own powerful life as India's superstar sportsperson that sweeps us into the bio-pic. Milkha was so poor he couldn't afford running shoes, and when he got them he didn't know how to run in them. When milk was offered in the army in exchange of running practice he grabbed it (the run and the milk) with both hands.
A victim of India's brutal Partition, Milkha's story was waiting to be told. Thankfully no one before Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra saw cinematic potential in Milkha's story.
If Milkha's story had to be told, the storyteller had to be a master craftsman, and one who doesn't waste space in self-congratulatory flourishes. Rakeysh Ompraksh Mehra reins in the drama.
With immense help from Prasoon Joshi, Mehra harnesses Milkha's life-story into an experience that is Pure Cinema and yet undiluted and uncompromised by the mandatory often silly illogical and idiotic semantics of mainstream commercial cinema.
The absolutely seamless editing (by P. Bharathi) is impressive. The film is very stylishly cut. But not at the cost of losing the saadgi, the innate ascetism of the sportsman-hero.
And yes, there are songs, heart-gamboling songs composed by Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy. But they are so effortlessly woven into Milkha's saga we don't see them as 'song breaks'.
We see them as expressions of that innocent joy which springs out of Mehra's Milkha like milk from a cow's unconditionally nurturing udder.
And yes, this is as good a time as any to tell you, Farhan Akhtar dances the Bhangra as well as any Punjabi. Actually, he doesn't dance. He just flows with the rhythm. I've never seen any actor dance with such rhapsodic abundance. Neither have I seen any actor run like Farhan.
I don't know how fast Milka ran. But Farhan's Milkha doesn't fake it for even a second. When he runs, he really runs. When he stumbles and takes a fall we flinch and wince in our seats. Method acting? Farhan as Milkha takes us beyond that.
His body-language and emotion-expression as Milkha is so pitch-perfect (pun intended) we forget this is not the real Milkha in front of our eyes. Not since Balraj Sahni in Garam Hawa have we seen an actor vanish so effortlessly into his character. This is as real as it gets.
