Movie Review : Shwaas

Title : Shwaas
Language : Marathi
Year : 2004
Director : Sandeep Sawant
Genre : Drama
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Lead Role : Arun Nalawade, Ashwin Chitale, Sandeep Kulkarni, Amruta Subhash

This is my third tryst with Marathi cinema, and for the first time I felt regret watching. The regret is not because the movie was substandard. One the other hand, Shwaas is a fine piece of work from the team behind it. It is not spooky, yet the characters might haunt you for a while.

Shwaas tells you the tale of Parashuram, a seven year old boy and his sixty five year old grandfather. The young boy has some issues with his sight, and they come to the city from their village home to the city for an appointment with the reputed Dr.Sane. The rest of the story deals with how they deal with the hard, unreasonable ways of life.

The movie has been conceived in a realistic manner, without much melodrama. The simple village mindset, the horrors associated with hospitals and clinics, the mentality of doctors - everything is shown in a true light.

One multiple occasions, I felt as if a stone was placed on my heart. I often wonder how would it be if somebody makes a feel good movie in the backdrop of a hospital. Shwaas ends on a positive note though.

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