Routine drill

Prosenjit is completely at home in Aparadhi and that isn’t a surprise. Because he does here what he has been doing for the past several years.

You can watch this film by Subhash Sen with eyes wide shut. One more time, Prosenjit plays an orphan who grows up to be a messiah, fighting goons and flinging them like frisbees.

Prosenjit and Priyanka make quite a combo though, but the lady goes missing in action for the better part of the film, appearing only in song-and-dance sequences.

Aparadhi’s surprise factor is Victor Banerjee, who resurfaces in a potboiler after a long break to play a business tycoon whose OTT wife Laboni gives birth to twins (after strutting around in gaudy saris and pounding a piano for pleasure).

The story starts on a stormy night, when a friend-turned-foe of Victor’s steals one of the babies to get even with him (for a tight slap that Laboni had once planted on his cheek when he tried to molest her). But Laboni holds her hubby responsible for her baby’s disappearance (Victor dislikes kids for some reason known only to the director). So, baby Prosenjit lands up in a dustbin and Victor in jail, while Laboni becomes the half-mad Jaya Prada from Sanjog — whining, whimpering and running around with a doll.

Fast forward 14 years, a gun-toting Prosenjit is all over the place, rescuing damsels and punishing his daddy’s vile friend. When you have almost dozed off watching the stale story, the other twin Aakash (whom the director had fortunately forgotten so long) arrives from phoren, looking at least a decade younger than twin bro Prosenjit.

Father and phoren-returned son cook up a memory game to jog mommy darling’s memory, while Prosenjit does some heavy-duty piano-playing to knock sense into her head.

For a change, Victor is allowed to tone down and even go completely deadpan at times, but his screen wife Laboni remains the ultimate queen of jatra.

Bappi Lahiri’s music neither shakes nor stirs.