Sachin: A Billion Dreams
Sachin: A Billion Dreams – A Nostalgic and Rose-Tinted Account of a Legendary Journey
Movie Review by Trijai Nerthi (Rocheston Certified Movie Critic)
When you’ve decided to witness Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar’s documentary feature in the glorious silver screens, carrying rose-tinted glasses automatically becomes a necessity. The rose-coloured, bright and shiny view isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Sachin is an international sports hero; he is undoubtedly our nation’s celebrated pride. So, a safe uncovering is what you naturally grow to expect. But even amidst its safe approach, it captivates you only due to its non-worshipping format.
Directed by James Erskine, Sachin: A Billion Dreams is a documentary feature that wholly covers moments and facts you’re already familiar with. Its memoir-like presentation is also always politically correct. It doesn’t tread fictional lines or explore personal territory as well as Dhoni’s biopic did. This film follows a format that is similar to Michael Jackson’s “This is it”. In a nonlinear fashion, it takes us through Sachin’s triumphant and hard-hitting moments with a definite limitation to his personal life.
Since, most of the facts presented in the film are information you’ve lived, breathed and digested, a need to discover something new about the sports hero’s life might leave you disappointed. In fact, the film will never venture into real up close and personal moments to give you the feeling of getting to know the real Sachin. When you realize that this account doesn’t have even one dear diary memoir, it will most definitely leave you wanting for more. This is one of the major flaws in the unravelling of Erskine’s narrative. The anecdotes from family members alone are not personal enough for you to own and celebrate the film.
There is no denying that the film leaves a lot of could haves and could have beens unturned. Your unfulfilled feeling only grows bigger when you get a glimpse of Sachin’s candid moments. When you see him relaxing with friends and family, you are left with an incomplete feeling. But at the end of it all, the thousand what if scenarios in your head disperse when the film wins you over with its heart-warming core.
Half way into the film, you will not be able to deny the fact that Sachin: A Billion Dreams achieves exactly what it intended to. You realize that it never intended to surprise you; instead it takes you on a moving walk down this legendary memory lane. It doesn’t amaze you; it fills you up with nostalgia instead. It gives you a well-put together documentary that gives you two whole hours of feel-good reminiscing. The film is never a fluff piece; it is an authorized account of a living legend’s journey and his striking legacy.
Visually, the film has the vintage look it aims for. Grainy, badly cut moments of players in old-school uniforms remind you of all those days when the whole of India stayed awake when Sachin played. Though, most of it never falls into the 16:9 format of the theatrical screens, it still looks vintage-enough to instigate nostalgia.
A.R Rahman’s music marks its presence in significant moments. Towards the end, when ARR’s version of Vande Maataram plays on, you will get goose-bumps. Even in Sachin’s childhood days, a music emitting notoriousness fades in and out, complementing the narrative impeccably.
On the whole, Sachin: A Billion Dreams is a safe-treading, rose-tinted account of Sachin’s legendary journey. You might be disappointed for the lack of an up-close and personal view, but the element of nostalgia will make it hard for you to hold back tears.