Silence Prime Video[2020]:An incoherently mediocre and a disturbingly poor writing makes it a repulsive watch

Despite having Tarantino’s film fame Michael Madsen in the film, it doesn’t help the plot to make it any interesting. Director Hemant Madhukar aims for more blood and gore but ends up playing his game not just plain and safe but plays it poorly too. It extremely makes the film uninteresting when it is reluctant to be edgy. It poorly handles everything it touches. Anjali, as an young Detective in Seattle, USA, claims herself an intelligent, sharp expert in her field but she hardly does any effort to convince us to buy her words. She is obviously showcasing her amateurish armor but the fact, that she isn’t conscious about it, makes us question the wit of her character. It’s not always possible to carve out some perfect characterizations but it calls for an attention, when a detective character that supposedly has to follow the psychology of the killers that Anjali is after and the victims she handles, she irresponsibly throws comments and calls people psychos who makes appointment with her psychiatrist sister. The less regard, the film shows on mental health and for Shalini Pandey’s character, subdues their own attempt. It’s more unappealing than the time when she laughs when Madsen character calls his ex-wife a ghost. Anjali’s character Maha Lakshmi seems to go on a daring quest to find the killer on her own. It’s just far-fetching to see the character bearing this kind of labour on her shoulders ,especially with her ineptly outlined character form.
Madhavan, in this gruesomely botched thriller, makes us just to ask him just one question, “Why?” “Why would he choose to do this half-baked concept, a plot-point, which doesn’t show any kind of understanding towards mental health or consensual sex or simply anything?”. Anushka is effortlessly captivating but that’s not enough to save this sinking ship, which turned out to be yet another mediocre OTT offering. Madhavan plays a one man orchestra, Anushka loudly stays at the heart of this Silence and Anjali fills out the empty spaces in between in this 2 hour disgraceful film. Gopi Sundar’s music doesn’t entirely save this hiccup but meagerly invoked some pity with Chinmayi’s number. An unfrighteningly haunted house, a shady cop or a helpless victim with mellowing eyes or simply anything doesn’t really come to rescue this incoherently mediocre film and makes it an extremely repulsive watch.