It's quite a 'David Lincher' (Zodiac, Se7en) sort of scene, if you will. A frustrated army major points his half broken leg towards his wife -- half-circling it to the right of the screen, calmly sipping on whisky from his couch. The wife's patiently taken his Jaipur foot off. The sight's a bit gross. She's also just pissed him off, having danced provocatively with another young man at a party before. He's a violent dude. There's an uneasy chill in the air. You know something will happen. But the moment stays somewhat frozen in the anticipation alone!This officer (Neil Nitin Mukesh), who lost his leg to Punjab's Operation Bluestar in '84, we're told, would make for the most typical Indian husband: boring, possessive, insecure, maha shakki (super suspicious). This could well be true for the typical Indian wife. But that's another matter.The story line, the main character's motivations, or her mental state, are not the picture's prime concerns. The movie is clearly crafted around strong, effective scenes alone: a lot of it, cleanly cut and clinical, a whole lot immediately compelling.
The other time you will feel instantly queasy from your seat is when Irrfan's character (husband no 4?), a Kashmiri poet, soft in his verse, shockingly turns out as dangerously sadomasochistic in bed. He slaps her, pushes himself again. His kurta hangs loosely over his thigh. His eyes haunt you.