Robibaar

A romantic relationship film.The film has wonderful story line and the camera languidly follows the characters throughout the film. It's a wonderful movie in recent time.Their narrative is not unusual either.Though the film is character-driven, it is not filled with dialogues.

It is the story of a unconventional romance. Warming this feast is a wonderful screenplay, One of the best films about love, relationship . . . its simultaneously hopeful and realistic about this relationship. Loved it

They met after fifteen years and for a moment, the audience is swept by a strong whiff of the passion that has survived over the years. The Man dressed in black kurta is suave and presumptuous. The Lady is a trifle unsure but feels drawn to the familiar air of unsolved mystery that is quintessentially him. Her glance is a mixture of loathing, disgust and withered love.

She feels bound to stay back when he is desperate and earnest. Added to this is the intoxicating thought of wringing from him a kind of confession, not a desperate attempt to make him suffer but more of a selfish idea of using his story to be used as an ingredient in a research book penned by her.

The narrative is not a linear progression of events but more of a magnification of feelings,of what happens on a Sunday. An intense study of a relationship gone dry and dead, yet quickened to life by the random stirring caused by a chance meeting and interaction.



Sunday is a day to relax and unwind but it is also a day when official work is usually kept on hold. What happens when more and more days of life resemble a Sunday? What happens when it is hard to remember the extraordinary significance of a Sunday?

In the end, it is like a long, winding conversation between two people.The course of future rests on their hands. The past has left its irrevocable stamp. You can smell yesterday. But it cannot be stitched back seamlessly. The crack remains to taunt. Tears of regret or a deal to be made, it is essentially their choice.

Robibaar (On A Sunday, on Hoichoi) - Sayani (Jaya Ahsan) is a legal affairs manager of an MNC and is simultaneously working on publishing her own book. On a lazy Sunday morning, she heads to a coffee shop for breakfast where she has a chance meeting with Asimabha (Prasenjit Chatterjee), her beau from 15 years ago. Or is it?

What follows is a dribble between their past life and experiences and their present, through which we learn that Asimabha is a brilliant individual with devious motives. He has led a life of con, has none to go back to, law is hotly chasing him and he has paid money to a hitman to murder him as suicide isn't something that he has the courage to do. But somewhere in his heart he is repentant and thinks that he can redeem himself by rescuing a street urchin. Now Asimabha and Sayani can use each other for mutual benefit, perhaps.

If the writer-director Atanu Ghosh thought that this is content enough and will engage the viewers, he got it all wrong. The story, if you can call it that, refuses to take off. It whines and grates, unable to lift it's own weight and crawls forward like a sloth, testing our patience. You keep waiting expectantly for something dramatic to happen or a twist in the story, but alas there isn't any. With just two characters around it also becomes quite monotonous to listen to their inane humming. Actually, not much emotive skills are on display here as there isn't much demand for it. Of course there isn't much chemistry between them too as they separated 15 years ago - really?

The storyline of this movie with two old partners expressed lot of emotions along with memories which lead to heal the moments of these two whose relations teared up many years ago.