Purush is a textbook example of how good intentions can be butchered by atrocious writing, one-dimensional characters, and scenes so devoid of logic they border on parody.
Let's start with the plot-or whatever semblance of a plot this chaotic mess tries to pass off. The story revolves around a woman (Ashwini Bhave) who seeks justice against a powerful, corrupt politician and rapist (Om Puri). On paper, this should've been a powerful narrative. But instead, we get a sequence of bizarre decisions, emotional manipulation, and courtroom drama that makes Indian soap operas look like 12 Angry Men.
The lead character decides-brace yourself-to stay in the villain's house late night to secure funding for the dilapidated school's renovation. You'd she would take precaution when going to an established gundas home, she'd try to outsmart him, but no instead of running out at the first alarm she goes to retrieve a school ledger first.
And the court scene? A cinematic disaster. The film treats the audience like idiots, and instead of a straightforward legal route, we get melodramatic speeches, a judge who seems more like a dinner guest than a legal authority, and a complete collapse of anything resembling real-world logic. Her dad is a witness to the crimes yet she only calls the peon (who could have turned hostile anytime) as her witness to the crime. Like what?
Om Puri-normally an actor of tremendous range-is reduced to growling and shouting in a role so cartoonish, it borders on satire. Irrfan Khan is tragically underused, thrown in as an emotional side note when he deserved more. The rest of the characters feel like stage props designed to either cry, gasp, or faint.
By the end, you don't feel empowered. You feel annoyed. Because the film pretends to be a social triumph, but really, it's just a sensationalized exploitation drama dressed in the clothes of "social justice." It insults the very cause it pretends to champion.
