Spoilers ahead…
At one time, the minimal requirement for a biopic to be made about a man (or woman) wasn’t just a life that lent itself to drama but the subject’s death. Mahatma Gandhi died in 1948. Richard Attenborough’s film came nearly 35 years later. You could point to the films about Mary Kom and Budhia Singh as exceptions to the rule, but even these were made after the most significant chapters of these lives – the Olympic medal, the marathon. But now, we have MS Dhoni – The Untold Story, about a man who is still captaining India, a man whose story is still being told on cricket pitches and television screens across the world. At this rate, the big summer movie of 2017 is going to be Aryan Khan: The Teenage Years. But watching Neeraj Pandey’s film, you see why they couldn’t have waited. It’s already looking like the Virat Kohli era. The three-hour-ten-minute Dhoni, partly produced by Dhoni’s business partner, comes off like both a greatest-hits-filled retirement video and a case for the player’s continuing relevance. It’s shameless. And shamelessly entertaining.
Should you take Dhoni seriously? Very early on, we get the answer: Not at all. For a film subtitled “The Untold Story,” we get this baffling disclaimer, something like “these events should not be construed as true.” Say what? There’s legalese, and there’s downright stupidity. This is like Attenborough saying: Gandhi was born on October 2. But we reserve the right to edit or change this information. Please do not try this at home. What, then, are we to make of the scene where Mahendra Singh Dhoni (a stupendously effective Sushant Singh Rajput, walking the tightrope between outright mimicry and sympathetic interpretation) finds out he’s been selected to play for India A? Dhoni’s excited friends bring him this news while he’s playing badminton. But he doesn’t take his eyes off the game. He shows no emotion. You can see why he’s going to be called Captain Cool – he seems to have ice in his veins. Only when his friends leave, and only after the volley ends, does he permit himself a small smile. Is this a glimpse of what really happened? Or are we not meant to construe this event as true?
But the film is so rousing, I didn’t care after a while. My advice to you: Forget you’re watching a biopic. Think, instead, that it’s the cricketing world’s equivalent of Creed, an underdog story about a wicketkeeper-batsman who just happens to share his name with a real-life celebrity. There are more clichés than you will find in Ravi Shastri’s commentary. (What do we see a Bengali character do? Haggle over the price of fish, of course.) But the screenplay compensates with glorious uncertainties. Like the amusing confusion, at the time of Dhoni’s birth, on whether the child is a girl or boy. Or the surreal pre-interval scene, at a railway platform in Kharagpur. Dhoni is frustrated with his job as ticket collector, which he feels is keeping him from sporting greatness. Hope arrives in the form of a ghost train. There seems to be no one inside, or even in the station. The door of a compartment swings open magically. Dhoni hesitates, then gets in. It’s a salvation scenario out of myth, and it harks back to an earlier scene when Dhoni, as a boy, asked his mother to get him a poster at a religious fair. His mother looks past images of the usual suspects of the Hindu pantheon and her eyes fall on the poster Dhoni wants. It’s a god in blue, and with a helmet. “Yeh kaun se bhagwan ji hain?” she wonders. “Aur yeh kaisa mukut pehan rakha hai?” Perhaps anticipating our incredulousness (Does she really not know Sachin Tendulkar?), Pandey slips in a footnote that people in Bihar (then; Jharkhand now) prefer politics to cricket. Dhoni gets his poster, and the story gets its point across that our cricketers are gods. Now you know why Dhoni is practically a bhajan, the kind set to film tunes. (“Anhonee ko Dhoni kar de…”) Anything else would be blasphemy.
Hence, dramatically speaking, the small complaint that Dhoni is all virtue, no vice. Even as a youngster, he prefers to face a strong team because there’s no point displaying one’s prowess against minnows. Even after becoming a star, Dhoni does not forget his old pals. Dhoni frowns when a friend consumes beer. Dhoni rarely loses his temper. At home, with his uncomprehending father, Dhoni is polite to a fault. And with women? Dhoni goes through life with a crotch guard over his heart – he doesn’t seem very interested in a relationship until he begins to play for Team India. And what about Dhoni’s stint with the Chennai Super Kings? It’s almost as if it never happened. (This is a blue film; there’s no curiosity about yellow.) Apparently, many other things never happened either – his bans, his alleged conflicts of interest. This seems to be a life of less interest to Wisden than Valmiki.
But this hagiography is anchored by rock-solid craft. The first scene, set in 2011, gazes at the Mumbai skyline. We hear the sounds of a distant train. The camera swings around and looks at Wankhede stadium, and we now hear the crowd’s cheers. Without a word being said, the film has bridged its subject’s past and present. The background score contributes heavily. Sometimes, it’s jazz. When Yuvraj Singh begins his blitz, we hear rock. And every time we’re meant to get a lump in the throat, we get the kind of music that would be the national anthem if cricket were a country. It worked. I wept. Yuvraj Singh, portrayed by an astonishing lookalike (Herry Tangri), is the only other player we see. The rest are seen mainly through clever visual effects that splice Rajput into footage of the Indian team. A remarkable aspect of the film is how it seems to be in constant motion, as if acknowledging the importance Dhoni placed on his players’ movement on the field. Even the songs aren’t narrative-halting dream duets. They’re situational, and here, as elsewhere, either the camera is moving, or the characters are, or the agile editing gives the impression of movement. When Dhoni joins the railways, his new boss, Animesh Babu (Kali Prasad Mukherjee, playing the life lesson-dispensing mentor from the Rocky films), snaps on a headband (I laughed out loud) and bowls to the new recruit, who lives up to his awesome reputation. At one point, we don’t see Dhoni’s stroke-making. We don’t follow where the ball goes. We see Animesh Babu following the ball, whipping his neck around in various directions, as the camera stays on him. We don’t need a wagon wheel. His swivelling head is enough.
Kali Prasad Mukherjee is fantastic. All the supporting actors are. The girls (Disha Patani, Kiara Advani) who make the romantic tracks as painless as possible. Rajesh Sharma (Gruff Coach). Kumud Mishra (Gruff Official). Anupam Kher (Gruff Father). And the various locations from small-town India – they’re so vivid, they practically deserve membership in whatever our version of the Screen Actors’ Guild is. The niceness that was a constant in our earlier mainstream cinema, and which we seem to get only in the Salman Khan films of late – we find it in Dhoni. It’s there in the Pakistani shopkeeper who invites Dhoni to make a free international call to India, despite the latter’s surgical strikes against his country’s eleven. There’s niceness in the cricket too, which isn’t depicted as a solitary effort but the coming-together of a community. I could have lived without the overdose of reaction shots from friends and family each time Dhoni plays on TV, but after the most important, most defining six of Dhoni’s career, it’s fitting that we don’t just see him (or his team) celebrating. We cut back to the Sikh sporting-goods store owner who ran around Ranchi, trying to convince people that his pal Dhoni was a promising player. We cut back to another friend, the beer-guzzler who taught Dhoni how to play the helicopter shot. We cut back to the school coach who saw Dhoni as goalie of the football team and decided the boy would make a great wicketkeeper. We even cut back to the commentators from Dhoni’s first inter-school match. Through my film of tears, I half-expected to see the obstetrician who delivered Dhoni, the matchmaker who brought his parents together… It’s the warmest thought in the movies this year, that we delight in the successes of our heroes because we have a hand in creating them.
KEY:
- “Yeh kaun se bhagwan ji hain?” = Who is this god?
- “Aur yeh kaisa mukut pehan rakha hai?” = And what kind of crown is he wearing?
- Mary Kom = see here
- Budhia Singh = see here
- Aryan Khan = see here
- Creed = see here
- Rocky = see here
- bhajan = see here
- “Anhonee ko Dhoni kar de…” = see here
- Chennai Super Kings = see here
- the Salman Khan films of late = see here; here; here
Copyright ©2016 Baradwaj Rangan. This article may not be reproduced in its entirety without permission. A link to this URL, instead, would be appreciated.
sanjana
October 2, 2016
Why Aryan Khan? SRK is equivalent to Dhoni in many ways. Biopic on SRK will be much more interesting. Not the Fan type. His days in Delhi, his lovestory with Gauri, his hits.
Living legends. They are even talking about biopic on Shatrughan Sinha!
One can start with Bachchan and end with Ranbir Kapoor as of now. Not to forget the ladies from Hema Malini to Deepika Padukone.
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brangan
October 2, 2016
sanjana: Um, I wasn’t being serious there…
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sanjana
October 2, 2016
Even I am not serious!
Every one who achieved something wants his or her own biopic.
A sort of obituary in advance.
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Sami Qahar
October 2, 2016
Loved the cricket part of the film but romance left a lot to be desired. Neeraj struggled with little romance in Special 26 too. He had to enforce the romance on us instead of seamlessly going through the flow.
Second problem is that overdose of sweet and nice people in his life. I could not find a single negative influencer.
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Anu Warrier
October 2, 2016
🙂
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
October 2, 2016
BR : “We don’t need a wagon wheel. His swivelling head is enough.”
Thats a Helicopter shot !
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brangan
October 2, 2016
Sami Qahar: … overdose of sweet and nice people in his life. I could not find a single negative influencer.
I did not have a problem with this. Throughout the first half, Fate screwed around with him big time. His successes begin only in the second half. Fate as Villain worked well enough for me — I did not need a flesh-and-blood person, as such.
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
October 2, 2016
BR : “Through my film of tears, I half-expected to see the obstetrician who delivered Dhoni, the matchmaker who brought his parents together… ”
Looks like you really got stuck into Neeraj Pandey 🙂
He’s got you in two minds – you dont know whether to hit him for four or six. LOL
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Tambi Dude (DGMO ISI)
October 2, 2016
“despite the latter’s surgical strikes against his country’s eleven. ”
Oye Ha***zade, Dhoni’s batting was like routine shelling. Stop the hype.
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Vivek balusa
October 3, 2016
I think u might have had a bad taste.
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Mani Kadayam
October 3, 2016
The real MSD has a brother named NS Dhoni. He is a politician in Bihar but estranged from the family. In the light of that and the movie depicting MSD as having just a sister, maybe the legalese disclaimer was necessary.
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Honest Raj (formerly 'V'enkatesh)
October 3, 2016
Didn’t Iruvar have this baffling disclaimer (or a similar one)? 🙂 This one at least seems faithful to it.
I think these kinda movies are made purely by keeping the fans’ hype in mind. They aren’t meant to pay floral tributes to the subjects, but to make money. It’s running to packed houses here, and who knows, it might end up becoming the top-grossing Hindi (dubbed) film in the south.
Second, it’s more about staying relevant to the era – MSD’s fandom is still strong and growing. I seriously doubt if the biopics of Gavaskar/Kapil Dev/Kumble would get the same attention. Heck, even Tendulkar’s bio is still on the cards.
Tambi Dude (DGMO ISI): I’m guessing that BR (and the film) is probably referring to the Dhoni of this series (read era). I still remember Inzamam and Waqar Younis (he was PAK’s bowling coach then) talking about the ‘adrenaline rushes’ whenever they saw Dhoni at the crease.
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Tambi Dude
October 3, 2016
HonestRaj: My comment was in reference to “surgical strike” . The DGMO ISI was a give away 🙂
Yes Dhoni murdered Pak bowlers in that series. We won some matches from bad situations, like asking rate > 7. He made the chasing total of 280 look so easy.
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Mohit
October 4, 2016
@sanjana, BR: Have you guys seen Nasreen Munni Kabir’s two part documentary on SRK? (hint hint: it’s on YouTube) Fascinating stuff, highly recommended.
I’m not sure if a rousing rags to riches biopic on him would be a good idea, because his life story lends itself to that sort of thing a little too well.
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ramvaradan
October 4, 2016
There could be a story to be told, regardless of whether one’s career has come to a closure. Roger Federer, Nadal, Djokovic, and many more stalwarts of many sports had biography written. On Roger Federer – there were talks as early as 2012 that a biopic was planned. They have already past the milestones in life, whatever happens to them in rest of their life, there is a complete, credible story to be told that cannot backfire. Unless shocking cases such as of Tiger Woods where a lot has been undone by what happened in his 2008 scam.
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Deepak
October 4, 2016
This was like a Filter Kaapi biopic – a powerful concoction of almost all his highs and most of of his lows left behind in the filter. Quite fitting considering he was the captain of CSK no? 🙂
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Ajax
October 6, 2016
Although this has been defined as a ‘biopic’ there have been a lot of critical events that have been given a miss. Dhoni’s stint with CSK in the IPL has been given a miss. Also, the makers have never really given us a sneak into the vulnerable side of Dhoni and it appears that they’re tried their best to portray him as a “holier than thou”. The controversies and rifts have been given a convenient miss and so have many other negative aspects of MSD’s cricketing life which include 13 embarrassing overseas test defeats between 2011-2014.
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Padmavathy
October 6, 2016
Baradwaj: Er, where exactly does fate screw with him in the first half? As an example, he misses his flight to Calcutta but there is nothing to indicate that it affected him. Practically, in the next scene A K Ganguly offers him a job with the railways. I am not sure if they cut some scenes here…
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brangan
October 6, 2016
Padmavathy: In the sense of delaying his dreams, especially in Kharagpur etc.
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adi
October 6, 2016
I was bothered by the fact that every match was shown through the TV sets and the corresponding reactions of his well-wishers. Considering most of the audience have only seen Dhoni (or as you say a fictitious boy from Jharkhand) through TV there could have been more ‘on the ground/pitch shots. Like how goal-the dream begins managed to do. i agree that the film’s feel good factor worked. However, cutting straight to the Joginder Sharma over and completely ignoring the rest of the tournament that made him the captain that he is, was quite annoying.
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brangan
June 14, 2020
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Madan
June 14, 2020
His manager committed suicide, though it was initially covered up as accident, last week. Now this. Damn!
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Aman Basha
June 14, 2020
RIP Sushanth
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abishekspeare
June 14, 2020
the irony of his previous theatrical release being a movie about dealing with suicidal thoughts
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KayKay
June 14, 2020
Very sad. Didn’t see Dhoni but remembered his earnest performance in PK. RIP
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Anu Warrier
June 15, 2020
Haven’t watched Dhoni or Chichore, but remember him from Kai Po Che and Kedarnath. I really liked his work. Can’t believe he’s no more. 😦
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An Jo
June 15, 2020
The week-end began with a relief from work; let me rest; I have worked for 60 hours and absorbed humiliation at the hands of corporates – let me get some rest and let me absorb myself in GULABO SITABO. And I was pleasantly astonished at the no-nonsense narrative spieled out by Shoojit/Juhi and the ASTONISHING performance from BIG B. I watch a 78-year old actor performing so meticulously, and my hopes are heightened; you know if he can do that this age, I better perform better at my job – And then, when I am on a high looking at Amitabh’s performance, the next morning, I am brought down to the floors with the news of SSR’s death/suicide.
This was/is news to me; that a successful actor like SSR would commit suicide! Because that’s precisely what I considered him. A successful actor! Never a fan, I considered him highly over-rated; but it doesn’t matter; HE! WAS! SUCCESSFUL!
Why wouldn’t you wait for a few more years? Your were 34! Getting to the likes of Amitabh, SRK, Aamir, Hrithik Roshan, these are dreams, buddy. They have enormous talent, but they also have what Maradona described profusely as the ‘Hand of God.’
Your wish-list; is highly problematic; since I had almost half of the wish-list you had! A Pink Floyd concert? An Abida Parveen concert? Hell Yeah! A Lamborghini? No? Quite comfortable in my crappy HONDA-CRV. A meeting with Madhuri? Sure! But most of them won’t come true! It is disturbing to see that a rational individual like you would not consider these things.
This year has taken a toll on us: Especially folks like us; like you and me; you know, the emotionally subservient type – I have been through this phase 10 years back when I was succumbing to society’s definition of success – and, take a guess, I wasn’t a part of it. I started reading books, starting with Tolstoy’s ‘ANNA KARENINA’, Somerset Maugham’s ‘THE RAZOR’S EDGE’, Karnad’s ‘Tughlak’, and of course, our own Bhagwad-Gita. They confused me; at the same-time, they gave me some solace; there are people who go through these things; and still emerge alive.
And as I come to my pet peeve, the un-social media, why is it that this is still alive? Really? Posting pictures of what you had for dinner? Listen, I am old-school as hell, but a simple fact-of-the-matter is, if you considered your friends/relatives so important, you would CALL THEM, not post in social media!
RIP SSR! I hope, this will teach our kids beyond the traditional teachings of ‘success’: Of Engineering, of Medicine, of 3 Idiiots – a poor film but thematically addressed what was needed at the time. When anybody consider’s one’s self-worth; I guess we have to have a 180 degree look.
And again, here’s my favorite as well, Abida Parveen for you..
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