The Mirror Game is a
Hindi Language Bollywood psychological thriller.
The film’s title is inspired the mirror game, widely known from V.
Spolin’s seminal book Improvisation for the Theater where two people
improvise motion together. The title is a symbolic reference to mental
health issues like schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder that
form the central theme of the film.
The film follows University Professor Jay Verma. Stuck in a crumbling
marriage and a failing career, Jay seeks a way out of his troubles.
Ronnie, an ambitious student, approaches Professor Verma asking for
help with a thesis. Verma sees this opportunity and in return for his
help, makes Ronnie an offer that he hopes will solve all his problems.
Ronnie accepts but soon things start to spiral out of control and
Professor Verma begins to question his own sanity.
The film has been produced in association with Swen Entertainment (Pvt)
Ltd., Industrywalas, Rolling Box Films and Diamond Films.
'Mirror Game: Ab Khel Shuru':
Ludicrous from the word go (Review By Subhash K. Jha ; Rating:
Nothing, absolutely nothing, in the psycho-babble that governs this
tragic and cocky homage to Alfred Hitchcock warrants our serious
attention. The characters, played by a bunch of jobless NRI actors in
the US and our own Parvin Dabas (who deserves better) look sufficiently
solemn as they try to look like a part of a great big murder plan,
something on the lines of "Dial M for Murder". Except that the 'M' here
stands for moronic.
The plot, trying hard to be slick, savvy and suspenseful, comes apart
at the very outset. Our hero Jay Varma (Parvin Dabas) who teaches
psychology in the US, is a troubled man with a history of mental
disorder including schizophrenia. Who would want to learn about the
mind from someone who has lost the plot?
What the script, too clever for its own good, refuses to tell us is
that Jay has probably watched "Dial M For Murder" more times than M.F.
Hussain had seen "Hum Aapke Hain Koun..!" Hence, Jay feels the way to
get rid of a scornful nagging wife (who sneers so hard that we fear her
lips may fall off her face), is not divorce but... murder.
He asks an eager student Ronnie (Dhruv Bali) to bump off the nagging
Perfect Murder, anybody? Now Ronnie has his own game plan. So does the
friendly shrink Dr Roy (Pooja Batra) who thinks she knows it all. In
fact, everyone acts wise. Only the makers of this film seem happy being
caught as dumb.
Try this for criminal idiocy. Jay's unconventional route to spousal
nirvana is shared by our troubled hero with his pal Vikram (Omi Vaidya,
looking so rusty that it's like Chatur's chamatkaar has undergone a
balaatkar). Anyone in Jay's place would keep his big secret to himself.
But Jay doesn't mind sharing it with anyone who cares to listen.
Soon (but not soon enough), an Indian detective Shenoy (Sneha
Ramchander, apparently every other citizen in New Jersey is Indian),
shows up at Jay's doorstep.
"This looks like a case of a missing person," she says when she finds
the wife missing.
Brilliant minds at work here, I must say.
The plot thickens to a gelatinous mass of uneven ingredients
culminating in a disproportionate dish of diminishing savouriness. The
performances are uniformly hammy. The script tries to run so ahead of
the audience that it finally collapses of exhaustion.
The non-Indian cast has to be seen to be believed. Reason enough to
give the American Dream a nightmare.