Thappad: Film Review
Film Review
THAPPAD
By Divjot Kaur
Thappad (2020) is a thought provoking, genuine reflection of our society. Its meticulous
screenplay has been brilliantly portrayed, captured by the nuances and the underlying yet bold
declarations in Anubhav Sinha’s direction and Tapassee Punnu’s commendable acting.
The movie’s premise revolves around the seemingly ‘normal’ life of Amrita and Varun. An
economically well off young couple with everything but mutual ‘respect’ as is evident from
Amrita’s identity being taken for granted and disrespected by Varun without a moment’s
thought. Amrita devotes herself to fulfill her husband’s life, being there as a homemaker, as a
caretaker, as someone who ties together all aspects of the domestic realm with barely any
validation in return. She does so with an infectious smile and jolly spirit- all because she chose
so. “Housewife hoon, meri choice thi. Wo paise kamaega, mai ghar chalaungi. Fair deal thi
meri. Unfair wo thappad tha, unfair hai mujhse expect karna ke main move on karun.” And this
choice is being disrespected and utterly defiled by the man by ignoring her value and
dehumanizing her by being unapologetically defensive, for slapping her.
It is being justified by using compromise, ‘just a slap’, violence as a mode of love – and other
bullshit notions powered by patriarchy, the agents of which come in the form of her own mother,
her brother and many more who deem it better to brush the dirt under the mat for society’s sake.
At the very basic level the movie is about the slap, a violet incident –unacceptable and insolent
attended by our society and the following reactions, repercussions of it. Par thappad ki goonj
mei bahut si gehri sachaiye chupi hai
“ Uss ek thappad se mujhe woh sari unfair cheeze saaf saaf dikhne lagg gayi jisko main
undekha karke move on karte ja rahi thi.”
An exemplary work of art, it raises multiple narratives and issues of our lives. The slap in itself is
also a twofold metaphor – the violent act as an infringing and violent degradation of a woman’s
basic dignity and agency and on the other if we are to see it as an ironical title : it is a slap on
this patriarchal society’s archaic and inhuman normalized notions. It brings forth for our
confrontation the fact that women are robbed off their agency at all levels. The domestic worker
whose husband is abusive, the reputed lawyer whose husband doesn’t understand consent,
Amrita being treated with no gratitude or remorse and the single widowed mother whose
existence and success is questioned on grounds of being ‘without a man and how that could
possibly function’. The film makes jarring and hopeful yet still realistically transpired
conclusions for these women- the fighting back, taking rein of one’s private life as much as her
professional life, a loving, warm and quite unproblematic family of just the mother and
daughter. And of course, Amrita who is now pregnant, taking the wheel of her life (literally as
well, she learns to drive for herself which is a clever symbolism in the film), the husband having
come around as apologetic yet that not ending in some cheesy problematic version of Amrita
taking him back. He repents as he should and they separate ways, taking paths of rediscovery and
self-improvement.
The film is poignant- to put it simply. It is a complex coalition of simple truths of our society and
ones that leave us feeling angry about all that’s wrong but at the same time empowering each
character with the due agency and dignity in a realistic representation; and in that process
igniting genuine hope- perhaps even the ricochet of real change. A hard blend to manage, but
Thappad truly nailed it. It’s a movie one must watch and with one’s family. Don’t let those
dinner conversations remain banal with an easy digest, get the talk roaring , it’s the first step for
change. It’s time to serve a little bit of hard to digest but absolutely necessary and vital salads of
our identity, agency and dignity.
Amrita’s strong assertions throughout the film are set to leave a deep, permeating impact- one
that ought to resound within each one of us.
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