Let us be honest, "Baishe Srabon" was an iconic film. It was nothing short of a landmark in Bengali cinema that changed the industry's ideology forever.
It was too big of a task to replicate the success and the impact (both literally and figuratively), let alone surpass, even for the writer-director himself. I don't think anybody counted on that, although admittedly, we kept our fingers crossed and hoped for the best, including me, a fan of 2011's original.
Everything was going well for the first two acts. I was delighting in the friendly banters between the Probir-Poddar pair and their sparkling chemistry. I was also intrigued by the investigative parts of the murders that were taking place in succession. I was hooked on the ride.
Then, the third act happened, and everything went awry; it seemed like Srijit Mukherji was in a hurry and rushed up to the conclusion, resulting in a climax which raised more queries than gave us clear-cut answers.
The story needed, or rather demanded, a suitable finale, which Mr Mukherji failed to provide, therefore leaving a sore taste that may linger for days to come!
