There is something about festivals that amplifies the loneliness of your heart. In Sriram Raghavan’s dazzling new movie Merry Christmas, this core idea of loneliness becomes an impregnable presence as we track two characters and their loneliness over a period of a little over twelve hours.
In typical Raghavan fashion, the movie is a delicious delight for a cinephile, tattered with easter eggs, references to old Indian and Western classics, and a background score that makes it all appear like a Broadway play. We start with Albert (Vijay Sethupathi), who claims to have returned to Mumbai after seven years. He tells Maria (Katrina Kaif) that he was in Dubai all these years, having met her and her daughter first in a restaurant and then at Regal, watching Pinnochio. Maria is a single mother, who almost immediately forms a bond with Albert, the kind of connection you wait and wish for all your life, but stumble upon only once or twice in a lifetime.
The recipe for a romance is set, and Raghavan designs the first act of his movie as a beautiful, dream-like romance. The chance encounter of two lonely people in a city of millions, a few drinks, a tantalizing set-piece where the two spring into an impromptu dance, an elevator kiss, and you’re sucked in the world of Albert and Maria.
Unlike earlier Raghavan directorial, where the greyness of the characters was introduced to us as a matter-of-fact reality, in Merry Christmas the movie tasks us to see these two as simple beings in a crowded yet lonely world, relish in their innocent, young romance. You want them to be happy, to have a happy ending. But this is a Sriram Raghavan movie, the Christmas cannot be as merry as the title of the movie suggests.
A dead body, another suitor, and a police officer for an eye for detail crowd the scene as the plot thickens. But Raghavan remains true to what his intentions are here. Unlike the brilliantly conceived Andhadhun, Merry Christmas is less about the crime and more about the criminal – no, that makes it sound like Badlapur – it is less about the criminal and more about the arc of redemption of the human being behind that criminal.
This is basically what you would get if Raghavan directed Hulu’s popular show Only Murders in the Building. Like that show where a murder becomes the basis for the writers to explore the loneliness of its three primary characters, Raghavan and his writers use the presence of a dead body here to do more than tell a suspenseful whodunit.
Instead, the movie is a character study, more than anything else. It is a narrative based on choice, and its eventual implications. Just how in Before Sunrise Celine (Julie Delpy) decides to disembark and spend time with Jesse (Ethan Hawke), Albert’s choice to spend a few hours with Maria has a ripple effect that is far beyond what he could have imagined.
The movie tries to find truth in their deceptions (at one point Albert retracts his Dubai story to say he came from Nasik), but also refuses to give us the comfort of a parallel, more trustworthy narrative. We have to trust these bunch of untrustworthy characters, and navigate our way. It makes for a delicious mystery, one where the audience is left in a free-flow, to decide who they trust, and who they root for.
It helps that the performances remain consistently top-notch. I have never seen such long, undisturbed moments of Kaif’s close-up as she delivers a dialogue, and ace it to the tee. This is a masterful performance by Kaif, one that serves as a timely reminder that there is more to her than what a Spy Universe asks her to be. Vijay Sethupathi is reliably solid, his eyes constantly reeking of an ache the source of which you are never too sure of.
There is also a constant artistic brilliance at show here, nothing more spectacular as the final few minutes where everything is conveyed without the use of a single dialogue (another moment where I was reminded of Only Murders in the Building).
Merry Christmas might not be the twisty narrative that Andhadhun offered, but it is always nice to see a director experimenting after a success than becoming a prisoner of a tried formula. This is Sriram Raghavan in total control of his power as a storyteller, teasing us into baits of romance, and murder, before encapsulating it all into a study of crime, criminals, and loneliness.ur