JOIN USLolita, Doosra Aadmi, Tum, Nishabd... No, Mussanje Gelathi is not a sister of any of these films. It is reduced to only the furtive cravings of a man who represents the typical Indian hypocritic male.
And what does the viewer get in the bargain? Some mellifluous background and main score, with pleasing locales made more enticing by deft camerawork. There is no place for antiquated stuff like story structure, taut screenplay, powerful dialogues... Acting is again another alien word here, though a couple of the ‘actors’ are guilty of imbibing it well to emote better. The rest of them, including the leads are in a hurry to deliver their assigned share of dialogues before rushing off to whatever they want to do. When this is the situation, a fallout is in the offing.
The first victim is of course the institution, bearing the name of one of the illustrious sons of the soil where the screenplay and dialogue writers choose to mock ‘concepts’ like responsible lecturers and average student-chatter.
Mussanje Gelathi is bereft of direction though the producer takes credit for the same. He seems to have had a great picnic, at the expense of the viewers. This Mussanje Gelathi will neither dispel darkness nor fear.