Starring: Mahesh Babu, Prakash Raj, Kiara Advani
Directed by: Koratala Siva
Not once does this politician raise his voice. His soft gentle eyes harden into steel when pushed against the wall. But otherwise Mahesh Babu as Bharath the heir-apparent chief minister of Andhra Pradesh, doesn’t need to raise his voice to be heard.
When he talks, everyone strains to listens. And that includes us, the rapt audience. And when he rebukes the nosy press photographers for prying into his love life, I could almost feel the flinch. For three hours Mahesh Babu’s CM act had me glued to my seat. I cheered, clapped whooped and whistled. But this man , so secretive so reticent and so reluctant to let the word know what he thinks, simply doesn’t respond to flattery or vilification. Hate him or love, this man will continue doing what he believes in.
By default, after his father’s sudden death Bharath is put in the seat of power . Before that he is a carefree if diligent student in England enjoying his life of moderation. Much like Rajiv Gandhi must have when his Mom was suddenly annihilated. Come to think of it, there is a lot of Rajiv Gandhi in Mahesh Babu’s Bharath. The suave, erudite bend of mind, the ability to be persuasive without bullying his opponents…
Except when bullied. Then we see a different personality. There is an extremely engaging sequence at a hospital where Bharath’s politician-uncle(Prakash Raj, epitomizing the sophisticated sliminess of the seasoned politician) who is actually responsible for Bharath’s unannounced chief ministership, tries to arm-twist Bharath into reversing his transfer decision for some errant bureaucrats. “Please don’t embarrass me by insisting,” Bharath says gently before walking off with that understated confidence (if Salman Khan were not so cocky he’d be Mahesh Babu) leaving behind one red-faced politician-patriarch. There are numerous such moments of cathartic rhetoricism in the narrative where we witness the dynamic CM playing politics by self-made rules. Mahesh Babu makes the cool CM look cooler with his refusal to ‘act cool’. The only time I cringed was when Bharath asked his startled PA about the clothes that the girl at the bus stop (whom the CM has been ogling every day on the way to parliament) must be wearing on that particular day. This, I thought, was carrying informality too far. But then Bharath, as played by Mahesh Babu, doesn’t abide by given definitions of right and wrong. Throughout the engrossing film we see him taking decisions that give us hope for Indian politics, though I doubt a Chief Minister like Bharath will happen in my lifetime. Bharath Ane Nenu gives us much more than rousing entertainment. It gives us hope. Hope for politicians who are fearless and corruption-free and who can put this messed-up country before self-interest. Mahesh Babu makes it all seem feasible, desirable, attainable. He has solid support from writer-director Koratala Siva who doesn’t allow a moment of the inherent drama in the plot to be dissipated diluted or to lapse into humbug.
Indeed Bharath Ane Nenu is one of the most entertaining films I’ve seen recently. It regales with its rousing rhetorics on political pursuits and keeps us interested in the protagonist’s battle to remain on top of the mountain of corruption.
I must also mention A Sreekar Prasad’s editing which wraps itself around the sprawling saga with insistent economy, and Devi Sri Prasad’s music and songs which careen between inspirational and perspirational depending on who’s dancing to whose tunes.
Most of the time this fervent concoction of politics and drama has us wrapped around its little finger. Forget the spoken language, Bharath Ane Nenu speaks the language that we all crave to hear. The language of incorruptibility. Get us a chief minister like Bharath and our faith in the democratic process would automatically be restored.