The Diary of West Bengal Film Review: An Uninspiring Tale of Politics and Religion

🤷‍♀️⭐️ Well, well, well, what do we have here? A movie that I wish I could classify as "so bad it’s good," but alas, it doesn’t even reach that low bar. Buckle up, buttercups, because Review Rani is about to tell you all about the cinematic disaster that is ‘The Diary of West Bengal’.

Our tale commences with poor Suhasini, a Bangladeshi Hindu lass, forced to abandon home post the brutal murder of her parents in a genocide. She then finds herself in the so-called ‘paradise’ of West Bengal, where, surprise surprise, she unwittingly becomes a pawn in the reprehensible game of religious conversion by some radical Islamists.

The movie, which stretches for an agonizing 135 minutes, is akin to a never-ending car crash – it’s painful to watch, but you can’t look away because you’re hoping there might be a miraculous turn of events. Trust me, there isn’t. It’s a sad spectacle of mediocre performances, a stale plot as old as sin, and a political message that’s as subtle as a sledgehammer. 🤦‍♀️

The plot revolves around Suhasini (played by Arshin Mehta) who, after fleeing Bangladesh, is ‘helped’ by Islamic radicals to settle in West Bengal. But their ‘help’ comes with a hidden agenda – to convert her to Islam to strengthen a political party’s vote bank. Yajur Marwah, portraying Atik/Prateek, tries his best to emote, but alas, his attempt is as successful as my diet plans after a bowl of gulab jamun.

Unfortunately, the entire cast seems to be in a competition to see who can be the most forgettable. If only there were a Razzie award for the most ineffective ensemble cast! The dialogue is so cringe-inducing that you might find yourself reaching for a stress ball just to get through each scene.

The film attempts to be a political commentary, but it’s so blatantly obvious and poorly executed that it’s more like a parody of a political thriller. It tries to touch upon the contemporary issues of Rohingya Muslims and West Bengal politics but ends up making a mockery of it due to amateur direction.

To sum it all up, ‘The Diary of West Bengal’ is a cinematic catastrophe that makes you question the very essence of filmmaking. It’s like a poorly cooked biryani – all the ingredients are there, but the end product is a tasteless, unappetizing mess.

Rani’s Wrap-Up: If you’re considering watching this movie, I’d recommend sticking pins in your eyes – it’ll be less painful. And, on that cheerful note, Review Rani is signing off! Until next time, folks! 🙋‍♀️⭐️