While Rustom was fighting a case of life and death with utmost grace, integrity and those swoon worthy old school manners the only question that kept jogging through my head was “Why you no make men like these anymore??” I am the girl oddly stuck between the generation of yesteryear’s Rustoms and today’s Yo Yo Honey Singhs. The breed of men I had the misfortune to deal with were neither the respectable former nor the carefree later.
I wish I could step into a time machine and go right back to that era where men respected women, held the door open for them and knew how to give a genuine compliment, not to mention those graceful saris, gorgeous dresses, impeccable hair and an emancipation that meant something completely different.
But I digress.
Rustom is a web of true and false, right and wrong, fact and judgement, so tightly interwoven that it becomes hard to tell one from the other. A brilliant interplay of a relationship drama, a strategy game, betrayal, corruption, the influence of media and even glimpses of the workings of supply and demand.
Delightful casting from the main characters all the way to the supporting cast. Not to miss camerawork, particularly during some initial interrogation scenes. An old school charm that makes me want to shun my cell phone and put rollers in my hair.
What seems to be an impossible to prove innocence turns into a game of perceptions that trumps all else. Sometimes Wrong can be Right too!
The only reason for a 9/10 is the somewhat forceful humor that has no place in the plot.