From Prakash Mehra’s Zanjeer
Things are not that simple for super cop Vijay Singh (played with suspicious stoicism by Bobby Deol). Unlike ‘Dirty’ Harry Eastwood, Deol has to play the law enforcer within the rulebook. Also, he is not a made-up character buoyed by
Scripted from Hussain Zaidi’s real-
Aslam’s murder in the hands of chain snatchers, shot with a Sam Peckinpah lunacy on a construction site, has one of the goons humming, ‘Chain churake laya hoon’ to the tune of Gulzar’s Chand Churake
I wish Bobby Deol looked more driven. His body language is way too languid for an on-the-prowl cop. He is more effective in his emotional moments with his dying wife (Geetika Tyagi) and disgruntled son, than he is as a uniformed land-mower constantly battling his red-tapism. The ‘encounters’ are staged with a feral fidelity that emblazons the screen. The crusty toasted-brown cinematography (by the Norwegian Mario Poljac) pins down the sweat nervousness of lives on the brink. Class Of 83 effectively reflects the immediacy of quick justice. It is a sharp-shooting drama, lacking in newness but making up for it by making the familiar look furious fertile and disturbingly futile.