A beautiful but deeply flawed film, the eagerly-awaited Lootera floors you with its audacious sensitivity and its proclivity to use silences to punctuate emotions. Indeed the sequences between Varun and Pakhi, played with compelling intensity by Ranveer Singh and Sonakshi Sinha, bristle and burst at the seams with unspoken feelings. There are long passages of muted lyricism in the narration where silences are used to accentuate the growing passion between a lonely emotionally and sexually insulated daughter of a feudal family in Kolkata, and the attractive stranger who walks into her life with the promise of passion, only to break her heart into wounding shards. The love story, apparently inspired by an O'Henry short story moves in mysterious magical ways but often tends to lose its way in its search for that elusive horizon where two socially culturally and economically incompatible people in love hanker to unite, but seldom do. Heer Ranjha and Raanhjanaa bear testimony to this. The film wears two distinctly 'classic' looks in sweaty bustling Kolkata and forlorn snowy Dalhousie, both shot with fetching discreetness by cinematographer Mahendra Shetty. The Kolkatan periodicity of the 1950s relies excessively on extraneous props. Putting songs of Geeta Dutt, Mohd Rafi, Hemant Kumar and Lata Mangeshkar of that era in the backdrop is the easiest and laziest way to get the characters to "feel" the bygone era. I expected Motwane to go further in his exploration of the theme of repressed love. Motwane takes on the theme of sublime love but seems to pull back at crucial turning-points .When Pakhi's lover deserts her on their engagement day; I wanted to see Pakhi mourning with her doting father. But no. We only hear her talking about later. Sonakshi's choked but dignified recrimination recreates unseen moments visually. Yes,her performance is THAT vivid.

The film looks beautiful but comes dangerously close to skipping the soul, but for one clinching factor. Sonakshi Sinha. So far we've seen her as a massy queen of blockbusters. Playing the ailing, dying Pakhi in Lootera she comes to a formidable level of histrionic nirvana not obtainable to any of her contemporaries. Sonakshi penetrates her character's bleeding loneliness with fearless integrity. Pakhi's desire to find adventure love and romance reminded me of Madhabi Mukherjee in Charulata. There are moments, sequences and scattered shots where Sonakshi is captured in various postures of unbearable vulnerability. In a sequence of rebuffed ardour she drops her dignity and drives down to meet the man who suddenly starts avoiding her. "Will you come tomorrow? Day after? Then the day after that?" she whispers in declining hope when he refuses her invitation to come home. It's a moment of pleading love that reminded me of Shabana Azmi's celebrated telephonic sequence in Mahesh Bhatt's Arth. Playing a girl who falls desperately in love with an unworthy man, Sonakshi takes her character through a journey that we see unfold with geographical precision before our eyes. She has great support in creating a memorably tragic character from the film's crew. She is often captured looking with agonizing vulnerability into a distance where she can see no hope of redemption. It's a portrait of frightening desolation that reminded me of Shabana Azmi in Mrinal Sen's Khandhar.

Ranveer Singh, though able and alert in his responses, seems to rely way too much on trying to look vulnerable, charming and rakish. "You are not Dev Anand," Varun's friend (played effectively by Vikrant Massey) tells him sardonically to dissuade Varun from getting close to Pakhi. That, in essence, is the tragedy underlining the cast factor. The role needed a Dev Anand for us to believe a rich beautifully girl like Pakhi could be completely and irrationally swept off her feet by the unworthy stranger. The second movement of the plot moves into a moody snowcapped doom. Here, Motwane again makes use of long passages of intense silences to punctuate the feeling of desperate passion. There is also a 'thriller' element in the Dalhousie segment of the story that doesn't quite blend into the finely woven fabric of pain passion and tragedy. The sequences in the isolated snowcapped home between Ranveer and Sonakshi hiss crackle and burn up the screen with their pent-up passion. Lootera depicts a doomed passion that is at once invigorating and terrifying. Tenderness trickles out of every pore of this beautifully crafted saga of a love so infinite and so forbidden that it seem to scoff at cruel fate and brutal destiny while carving out a craggy jagged path for the lovers. Vikramaditya Motwane's frames exude a tragic doomed passion. His storytelling is like a coiled twirling stairway to the heart of his irreconcilable protagonists. The film's muted silences suggest a deep connectivity between pain and love. Sadly in the midst all the underlying conflicts poor O'Henry's story is almost forgotten. O'Henry leaf-leitmotif shyly shows up at the end, making a hasty entry not too convincingly. Lootera is a flawed gem filled with moments of glorious emotions. The storytelling shows the hands of a masterly visionary who tends to dither in moments of deep drama. But then there is Sonakshi Sinha who makes you forget all the blemishes in this unforgettable tragedy.