Maska Movie Review

Nostalgia and memories of food will be the sort of optimistic ideas we want in today trying times. For its purpose, Maska becomes full marks. Regrettably, as a movie worth your time -- one of so many other viewing options -- I can't urge Maska.

The Netflix movie starring Manisha Koilara, Prit Khamani, Javed Jaffrey, Shirley Sethia amongst the others, is a Normal Bollywood movie, with average Bollywood battles, but place at the Parsi community.

Its former owner, Rustom (Javed Jaffrey) has long gonehis wife Diana and boy Rumi now conduct the battered cafe which desperately wants a revival. Nikita Dutta (who performs Rumi's girlfriend Mallika Chopra) does exactly the fighting actor representation fairly well, but her personality is given the shorter end of this pole.

She behaves as a direct comparison to Rumi, who would like to market the cafe into a coffee-shop series named Grinder's Cafe, so as to finance his first feature movie. This contributes to a shouting match between mom and son, along with a subsequent falling outside. But in the verge of this selling, Rumi comes to his senses and knows the heritage of his his civilization. Cue patch-up and joyful ending.

As soon as it's always a joy to see Manisha Koirala on screen, the attempt within her Parsi accent reveals, and she's reduced to dramatic dialogues and obsolete conflicts courtesy the dull writing in the movie. She is virtually wasted at a caricaturish part. Prit Khamani and Shirley Sethia possess the required chocolate boy and woman vibe required to lure younger viewers but their acting seems forced and one-tone. The sole saving grace in this outfit is that the ever-reliable Javed Jaffrey, whose comic timing could wake up a deceased individual. (Alright, you have to see the movie for that joke).

An excessive amount of time at the movie is spent Rumi's arc for a personality, for a movie about a meals and nostalgia. If this display time could have been dispersed to the nostalgia of Irani cafes, a back story concerning Manisha Koirala along with Javed Jaffrey's travel as a young Parsi few from the 70s and 80s, along with much more food shots, it could have raised Maska. The movie is Named Maska, after all; rather than Rumi Ke Ruminations. (Last oneI promise.)

If just writer-director Neeraj Udhwani had focused on"it is about enjoying your household" and more about"it is about lip-smacking bun-maska", Maska could have been far more watchable. But as we are in isolation, it is possible to give Maska a shot. It is a brief film, mercifully.