Cast: Kay Menon, Mandira Bedi, Raima Sen, Sharib Hashmi
Director: Kushal Srivastava
The stunning snow loaded scene of Manali is the setting for Vodka Diaries, which begins as a whodunit, rapidly transforms into a suspenseful thrill ride, before it at long last uncovers itself to be an exercise in futility.
Kay Menon stars as nearby cop ACP Ashwini Dixit, who’s examining different murders that have occurred over a solitary night and seem, by all accounts, to be associated with a club named Vodka Diaries. The passings are frightful, yet the casualties are scarcely carved characters whom we meet transiently, best case scenario, never sufficiently long to know or particularly administer to. Things get murkier when Dixit’s better half disappears, and the line amongst reality and creative energy starts to obscure.
It’s an inquisitive introduce, however co-essayist/chief Kushal Srivastava battles with tone and pacing from the begin. Dixit’s association with his significant other Shikha (Mandira Bedi) is built up through ‘cutesy’ scenes in which they go over her honestly silly verse and he figures out how to discover wrongdoing references in them. The amusingness too is regularly severely coordinated and much of the time misses its stamp. Sharib Hashmi, who was so great in Filmistan, is given a role as Dixit’s facetious agent, yet he’s saddled with mushy jokes that from time to time arrive. Raima Sen plays a baffling lady who flies up once in a while, apparently to enable Dixit to sort out the hints behind the unusual unforeseen development.
As you may have speculated, not a ton works in this convoluted, fantastical content. A little while later Dixit, once the follower, is being pursued crosswise over blanketed spreads, and sneaking in dull corners of the swarmed city. Signs and red herrings are sprinkled en route, yet the huge uncover at last is disappointing on the grounds that the film isn’t eventually consistent with its own rationale – it basically doesn’t make any sense.
Doesn’t help either that Kay Menon conveys an execution that is unadulterated ham and cheddar. His upheavals are inadvertent comic drama of the most elevated request, and I ended up flinching as I watched this skilled on-screen character attempt urgently to make the material work.
On the off chance that you do choose to watch the film, you’d do well to take a prompt from the film’s title and go in serenely intoxicated to get past the mind scramble that it is. I’m running with one-and-a-half out of five for Vodka Diaries.