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Mumbai Diaries 26/11 Review – Movies Rediff.com

Mumbai Diaries 26/11 Review – Movies Rediff.com


Why make up a series about real events that was so much more terrifying because it was real? asks Waihayashi Pande Daniel.

Why did one of the dead terrorists on 26/11 come to life?

How did two high-ranking Mumbai police officers die instead of three and in the hospital instead of on the spot?

Did the terrorists really speak Arabic?

The real attackers from Pakistan made an attempt not to kill Muslims when they went on a killing spree in Mumbai on November 26, 2008. So how is it that the first people they shot on screen in the Taj (called the Palace Hotel) were two Arabs?

Why is the hospital the scene of a violent shootout to the death, and not a hotel where the actual shootouts took place in 2008?

And what about the incredible bravery of Mumbai police officer Tukaram Omble, who actually fought the terrorist?

One of them hosted the first two episodes (98 minutes) Mumbai Diaries 26/11 the series painfully tried to diagnose what kind of animal it was, especially since the facts were all ultra console.

Like the okapi, which is neither fully zebra, not fully antelope, nor fully giraffe, Nikhil Advani’s Amazon Prime Video series based on perhaps the worst terrorist attack in Mumbai, 26/11, is neither fully masala film or documentary. but some kind of cross between caught in the middle.

This is a slightly confusing fictional documentary series.

You can chalk everything confusing kichdi done with the historical facts down to the creative license and start watching.

Once you do that and sit down to watch it with microwave popcorn (a little cheaper than the multiplex fare) in your hand, it’s a decent watch. In general, let’s be merciful, quite a good, well-made series.

What’s there to complain about?

It’s smooth. Breathtaking. Spicy. Ambitious. And pretty harsh.

Camera work in and around the streets of Mumbai, mostly at night, is great.

The music/songs are appropriate, scarce and intrusive in places.

The bunch of actors that appear on the show show above average acting.

Mohit Raina does a pretty masterful job as an angry young man who becomes a middle-aged man but deeply human Dr. Kaushik Oberoi when he doesn’t jump on people’s chests trying to make their hearts restart or gleefully. defibrillation or screaming “f**k” every two seconds.

The character of Konkona Sen Sharma, the head of the hospital’s social services, is a bit vague, but her theatrics are top notch.

Shreya Dhanvantari plays the role of a breathless, half-crazed TV reporter, insatiable for the most dramatic breaking news, to hell with ethics, quite well.

Bengali speaking brave hotel manager Tina Desai is pretty darn good.

Natasha Bhardwaj skillfully plays the (three-star) charming, pretty, but fragile and restless doctor daughter of Dr. Fat Man.

Some of the smaller role characters did a great job – Prakash Belawadee as pushover but ultimately plucky hospital administrator Dr. Mani Subramanium; Mishal Raheja as the good-natured but caring fellow doctor Dr. Sahil Aggarwal; Balaji Gauri as the stern nurse Mallu Sneha Cherian who hangs like a cross around her neck; Satyajit Dubey as Dr. Ahan Mirza’s young, sensitive and serious intern; and the boys who played the terrorists, especially Amit Verma, did it with gusto.

A few words about a storyline that – be warned – is radically different from the actual events of 26/11: The first day of internship for medical graduates Ahan, Diya and Sujata is a baptism of fire when the bombing victims flood the Bombay General Hospital. And they work side by side with top notch trauma surgeon Dr. Oberoy and his super efficient team of nurses, assisted by the cool Dr. Sahil.

The action kicks off as Pakistani AK-47 terrorists sneak into the hospital and it’s a long day and night of killing, chaos and bloodshed as the medics are at ground zero/join the fight between the police and the killers.

This mythical battle is much, much more bloody, adrenaline-fueled, bold and scary than what actually happened back in 2008.

There are actions on other fronts as well.

Ananya Ghosh (Tina Desai) comforts her guests, gives them hearty meals and booze at the Palace Hotel and helps bring them to safety.

Giorno Mansi Hirani (Shreya Dhanvantari), along with his fellow cameraman Sachin, races for the best attack footage, avoiding death on several occasions.

Incidentally, it seems like only TV reporters are following the attack, and the media is completely villainous and exaggerated (years before the word came into common use) on the show.

Mr. Advani and Mr. Goncalves: There were also responsible journalists covering the events of 26/11 who did not disclose confidential information.

The series has several sub-plots involving its characters and the camera pans back in time as well as geographically, to a bathroom miscarriage, death due to an epileptic seizure, cases of wife abuse in the UK, PMO in Delhi, a warm, cozy home Islamabad curator Lashkar-e-Tayyib remotely manipulating terror as he plays dollhouse with his pretty daughter, and the scene of the 1984 Sikh riots in Delhi.

The brief cameo between elderly Sikh chronic hospital patient Biji (Mohini Sharma) and nurse Samarth (Pushkaraj Chirputkar) is touching as she explains in a folksy way why religious strife doesn’t matter.

Or a little interlude where the terrorist and his victim duet a song from Shah Rukh Khan’s movie (yes, not very believable, but nice nonetheless).

Nothing and no scene was so touching as to bring tears. Or filled you with immense joy. Not that electric or nail-biting thing that pushed you to the edge of your chair.

Suffice it to say that it was entertaining enough to get you through episode after episode in almost one sitting, even if it was a bit predictable and not very heartbreaking.

This is because seeing the real 26/11 in 2008 was far more shocking and traumatic.

Most of us, over a certain age, remember exactly where we were on the night of 26/11.

We also remember that it was we who first thought of an attack – fireworks after a cricket match, a round of gang warfare – before it turned out with a chill to the heart that it was a vicious and carefully planned attack on our city. , cold-bloodedly planned many months before.

On the night of 26/11, I was on Marine Drive (South Mumbai), hiding under the seat of a black and yellow taxi, watching in fear as the police shoot and then “arrest” Ajmal Amir Kasab, as ambulances, police cars scream. drunkenly running back and forth, answering phone calls from the editor and international calls from family, checking to see if I was safe at home (I said I was).

I still remember vividly and chillingly the hoarse, piercing fear in the voices of the policemen who seized Kasab.

But at the time, two of my colleagues and I, who had ventured into a taxi from the office to cover up what we thought was the Trident Hotel bombing, like previous Mumbai attacks, did not know that Kasab was a Pakistani terrorist.

We also didn’t realize that this was an ongoing direct attack taking place in multiple locations and that there was a link to the shooting on Marine Drive and what was going on in Trident.

While the police were beating the captured Kasab and beating his head and torso against the back of a car that had fled, it occurred to me that he might be a gangster, a con man, or a crazy motorist with whom the police were having a violent altercation.

As soon as Kasab was taken to the BYL Nair hospital in central Mumbai, we tumbled out of our taxi and stared at the battered and smashed silver Laura Skoda and the red and black shoes Kasab left behind, not realizing that the ground was littered with living people. grenades.

And still not knowing that this was part of the Trident situation.

From Marine Drive, we made our way to Trident, then to the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel, and finally to the Jewish-owned Nariman House, and were on our feet covering a three-day attack for 72 hours non-stop, twice nearly shooting ourselves.

It was 13 years ago.

But fear, horror, pain never disappeared and never left me.

Why am I telling you all this?

Because even if Mumbai Diaries 26/11 does a masterful job – if you ignore the wild fiction – of recreating the dastardly terrorist attack of November 2008, its narrative doesn’t really reveal the horror you felt or refresh the memory of those heartbroken days.


Because what is a fictional documentary series?

26/11 was an attack that could have been written for a movie or a thriller novel. But it was reality. Fiction turned fact.

When what could have been fiction becomes reality, it’s just terrifying.

So why did Advani and Co. take reality, plant it on steroids, embellish events, make it even more sinister and scary, and turn it into fiction again?!

Why make up a series about real events that was so much more terrifying because it was real?

Here’s what’s extremely puzzling Mumbai Diaries 26/11.

A well-crafted film using real events, even if the characters are representative, could have worked much better.

Moment Mumbai Diaries 26/11 goes into fantasy, as if losing the plot and losing you.

This is implausible. It’s fantastic.

“Doctors who force policemen to fight terrorists. And win.

“Miraculously successful medical surgeries that mostly didn’t happen.

— Invincible cops who won battles that in 2008 could not be fought with muskets and latiWITH.

Finally, can you amplify the painful tragedy to make it even more tragic?

This tragedy, as it were, belongs to its 175 victims and survivors.

Somehow, it seems a little insensitive to meddle with history and build an even more exaggeratedly evil, fantastical tale of a bloody disaster that, unfortunately, took the lives of so many people.

Mumbai Diaries 26/11 is streaming on Amazon Prime Video.

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