Starring: Ranbir Kapoor, Priyanka Chopra, Ileana d’Cruz Directed by Anurag Basu Rating: **** ? Silences seldom spoke so eloquently. It’s been a while since we saw a film that set style at a subsidiary state to substance, put the characters’ inner life ahead of the flamboyant manifestations of self-identity in a world governed by benevolence and charm. Barfi is a very charming film. It’s remarkably devoid of vanity. The story of a deaf-and-mute man who could have grown up watching Chaplin and Raj Kapoor’s cinema, and an autistic girl who has definitely not seen Shah Rukh Khan in My Name Is Khan, is told without the props of a loud background music and other prompters to get audiences’ involved in the proceedings. This is a picaresque world of artless charm which invites you in without band baaja or baaraati. Fanfare is for the circus. Barfi is pure cinema. Goodness! I am already gushing. It’s the narcotic effect that Barfi has on you. Within no time at all you are swept into the protagonist’s world, the two lovely women who breeze in and out of his existence and various other characters, all etched with compassion and vividness that one associates with the cinema of Frank Capra and Ritwik Ghatak. Barfi exudes the warm glow of a life well lived. This dazzling glow originates from the protagonist Barfi who lives his life king-size with many Chapliesque comic antics creating a chain of comic book adventures for our happy-go-looking hero, even though he can’t speak or hear but then speech was always supposed to be the least essential component of cinema. Ask Ingmar Bergman or Satyajit Ray. Their character spoke through lingering silences. It’s been a while since any protagonist on screen said so much to us without speaking. Rani Mukherjee in Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s Black said it all through her muted mode of communication. But she had the formal sign language plus a voice-over for articulate support. Significantly Anurag Basu, a master storyteller (and never mind the tormenting tepidity of his last film Kites) does away with the crutches of a sign language and a voiceover. Ranbir Kapoor as Barfi …Murphy…whatever!...is left to his own devices. An incredibly enterprising actor he brings a Chaplinesque aura to Barfi’s character. Blending a very physical pie-in-the-face style of comic acting with an intangible poignancy, Ranbir turns his character and the film into a muted celebration of life. The tears are hidden from view. But they are there. His grandfather Raj Kapoor has never been very far from Ranbir’s acting skills. Raj Kapoor was highly influenced by Chaplin. Ranbir brings both the legends into the same of line of vision, and yet creates a character which is unique in its buoyancy and optimism, never mind the sleeping dogs. Just let them bark in their sleep. Priyanka Chopra as the autistic Jhilmil steals the show from Ranbir, if that’s possible. Lately she has been found to be guilty of over-acting in Agneepath and Anjaana Anjaani (with Ranbir again). In Barfi all her recent sins of excess are washed away. Priyanka’s inherent glamorous personality simply disappears into her character. We don’t see the actress on screen at all! We see only Jhilmil who reminds us in a very pleasant way of Sridevi in Sadma. This is one of the most flawless interpretations of a physical—psychological disability seen on celluloid. While Ranbir and Priyanka effortlessly prove themselves the best actors of their generation, Ileana D’Cruz makes a confident engaging debut into Hindi cinema. She’s a prized find. Is she here to stay? Time will tell. As for Anurag Basu, in his earlier films Gangster and Life In A Metro he proved himself a maestro of the inner life. Barfi too is shot on location within the hearts of the characters. Not just the memorable protagonists, even the smaller players especially Roopa Ganguly and Akaash Khuruna and Haradhan Bandhopadhyay, leave a lingering impact. Barfi celebrates life without dismissing the dark passages and roadblocks that we often encounter as we travel through that craggy road to death. To be able to celebrate life so warmly and sensitively the filmmaker has to know death closely. Anurag Basu has been there. Barfi comes as close to being a modern masterpiece as cinematically possible. To miss it would be a crime. To embrace it is to serenade the sublime.