This  is the story of “Bandra’s Beethoven”. That label, used by a glib  manager (played by Mohan Kapoor) to hard-sell the hero of Neerav Ghosh’s  Soundtrack, is bereft of irony or humour. It is meant to be  sycophantic, glowing, earnest, ‘soul-soup’ inspirational—largely what  the entire movie also is.
Raunak Kaul (Rajeev Khandelwal)  is a master turntablist who spins at a nightclub in what is implied as  Bandra, the hip Mumbai suburb. One day he goes deaf. Does he plunge  deeper into his cocaine-and-whiskey path towards perdition and hell? Or  does he crawl back up to life and music? There’s that tantalizing  promise—the promise of a man’s redemption after he has hit the abyss  with drugs, bad decisions, being in love with the wrong person, and a  sudden physical disability. 

Director Neerav Ghosh mentions in the credits that the film is inspired by the motion picture It’s All Gone Pete Tong. But in fact, it is more than just an inspiration. Soundtrack  has scenes which are exact replicas of the 2004 British production,  written and directed by Michael Dowse. The true story of the original,  that of a DJ at an Ibiza nightclub—somewhat of a legend in the Ibiza  club scene then—and the sudden end of his raucous lifestyle, is not  stuff of great tragedy. In Dowse’s movie, Frankie has no nuances, and is  unintentionally comic in the way his life spirals down. British actor  Paul Kaye adds to the part—a skinny man with a stupid laugh, corroded by  drugs, who finally cleans up. There is a comic intensity to Frankie’s  tragedy which makes the character bearable, although the film in its  itself is quite charmless.
The writing of the Hindi remake  adapts quite awkwardly to the Mumbai context. Raunak’s is not  authentically a decadent ‘Charlie’ and ‘charas’ world. The  director and cinematographer (Anshuman Mahaley) depends on neon hues,  jagged camera angles and the music to create the drug-induced madness.  The actor does not have to do a lot. The only nuance in Raunak, really,  is his hallucinatory relationship with an unthreatening clown who goads  him on to inebriation (in the original, it was a grizzly bear-like beast  with dried cocaine stuck to its nose). There is also his past—a  childhood without a father and the only child of a helpless mother, a  trite Bollywood tool in this context.
The attempt to localize is  of course intentional, and it is ultimately not the film’s undoing. The  attempt to make Raunak’s story sentimental and inspirational, and to  strip the character’s of all his foolishness and dumbness—even when he  is wasted silly, Khandelwal lends Raunak a sense of importance and  seriousness—is. It is a put-off, for this DJ is no tragic hero. 
Raunak,  a man of firm build and groomed hair, is the anti-thesis of a man  swallowed by self-destructive madness. His physicality belies the rot  inside. Khandelwal has performed with gusto and he makes some scenes  extremely potent, but overall, he is sorely mismatched to this  character. Soha Ali Khan  plays a deaf girl who rescues Raunak from oblivion. She too, like  Khandelwal, is inconsistent. In some scenes the character is strikingly  original, and in some completely banal. Mohan Kapoor as the greedy,  soulless manager, is the most convincing character here.
Soundtrack is a downer, but for a few powerful scenes—all of which are exact replicas from the movie it’s inspired from. 
I will confess I am at a disadvantage here because I have watched It’s All Gone Pete Tong  twice, quite by accident. And comparisons with the mediocre original is  unavoidable. When it’s a remake or an “inspiration”, the task of making  it better or to adapt it truthfully to its context is up for scrutiny.  And I judge the film largely on those terms. 
The star of Soundtrack is its music. Lyricists (Kailash Kher, Majrooh Sultanpuri, Karsh Kale,  Vishal Vaid, among others), music directors (Midival Punditz, Karsh  Kale, Papon, Kailash Kher, Laxmilant Kudalkar) lift the trajectory of  this self-aggrandizing hero by a few notches. The film is visually  accomplished, if albeit too plastic at times, but the music and the  cinematography momentarily achieves what neither the lead actors nor the  writing can achieve. 





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