‘83’ is wishful but entertaining

In Kabir Khan’s first film, Kabul Express (2006), a journalist and a soldier get into an argument over who is the greatest all-rounder in cricket.
Ranveer Singh as Kapil Dev in '83' (Photo | YouTube screengrab)
Ranveer Singh as Kapil Dev in '83' (Photo | YouTube screengrab)

In Kabir Khan’s first film, Kabul Express (2006), a journalist and a soldier get into an argument over who is the greatest all-rounder in cricket. The argument gets so heated that Suhel (John Abraham), the reporter’s friend, has to break it up. “Cricket is a bloody waste of time,” he grumbles. 

The blasphemy of that statement—which shocked me when I first heard it—is greatly undone in Kabir’s latest. 83 is the director’s ode to cricket. The sport and its glory is given central attention in this film. It begins with the Indian team convening for the 1983 World Cup in England and Wales—and it ends with them winning it. There are no extended back stories for individual players. Any context is snuck in  sideways, PR Man Singh telling a young Kapil Dev that we won freedom in 1947, but not respect.

The Kapil in this film is played by Ranveer Singh. Excluding the Santa Claus voice (“Shorry, Shorry…”), the actor gets a lot right, from decisive bowling action to post-wicket celebratory run. Yet, more than the physical resemblance—which is fine—it’s his energy and introspection that anchors this film. Outwardly, his Kapil is fun, both on field and in the jolly downtime between matches. But we also see the other side to this captain. Told to address his team for the first time, Kapil hesitates, saying seven of them are his seniors. His faltering English—initially just a comic track—becomes an important plot point in the story. The film could have gone with either: master strategist or nervous lad. Ranveer, though, gives us both. 

The fun kicks in with the Indian side struggling in group matches. They’re an odd bunch. We begin to see them as types: Srikkanth (Jiiva), the chain-smoking charmer; Yashpal Sharma (Jatin Sarna), the hothead; Roger Binny (Nishant Dahiya), the brood. Gradually, though, a more complex dynamic emerges. Following a misunderstanding with Kapil, Sunny (Tahir Raj Bhasin) drops out of a match. He comes around, as do other players in a fix. It’s a fine way to introduce new setbacks without interrupting the narrative flow. But it lacks wit. Why would Balwinder Sandhu (Ammy Virk), facing a personal crisis before an important game, be so simple-minded as to be lectured by Kapil, who is three years his junior?

Perhaps the in-team excitement is necessary. This film, after all, shuns a clear antagonist. The West Indies squad—represented by the formidable duo of Clive Lloyd and Vivian Richards—is portrayed with verve. Kapil even talks highly of the defending champs. Yet this sportsmanship isn’t reflected off-field. A West Indies supporter is shown as a cruel heckler during a match. And when India beats out England in the semis, it’s those sour Brits who start a fight. 

Kabir parallels these events with scenes from home. Indians in the early 80s weren’t as cricket-crazy as they are today. However, two initial wins—followed by Kapil’s smashing at Tunbridge Wells—gets them watching. This is where 83 is at its most wishful. We’re shown soldiers braving enemy shelling to listen to radio commentary, a Muslim family opening the door to riot police. Kabir and his writers (Sanjay Puran Singh, Vasan Bala, Sumit Arora) pump up the emotions to a fever pitch.  

83 isn’t the sharpest of sports spectacles. Its insistence on detail is soon replaced by high drama. The dryness of 80s cricket is missed in the film. What’s undeniable is the smartness of the writing. Early on in the film, we see Kapil drop a catch—fans of the 1983 finale can wink at what this means. These devices animate the film better than the soundtrack.

Deepika Padukone’s cameo has been teased enough to pack any surprise. There are other cameos, real and fictional, to please fans. Kabir’s ALL CAPS filmmaking is at full force in 83. I watched it with other journalists, and there were teary eyes all around. The moment was best summed up by Mohinder Amarnath (Saqib Saleem) on screen. “Kisi ko bolio mat main ro raha tha,” he tells Kapil at one point. “Don’t tell anyone I was crying.”

83
Cast: Ranveer Singh, Pankaj Tripathi, Saqib Saleem, Tahir Raj Bhasin, Jiiva, Deepika Padukone
Director: Kabir Khan
Rating: 3/5

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