Khufiya: Vishal Bhardwaj's latest movie is a prized asset-turned-liability

Espionage drama is one of the easiest genres to lure an audience into watching a film, the flip side being that it is also among the hardest to execute. With 'Khufiya', filmmaker Vishal Bhardwaj's latest movie based on former R&AW official Amar Bhushan's book 'Escape to Nowhere', things never quite fall in place.

The premise is admittedly delicious: It is 2004. Intrigue and distrust hang heavy in the air. Beleaguered and bitter and sleepless and alcoholic (I'm willing to stomach that trope for every spy story), senior intelligence operative Krishna Mehra aka KM (Tabu) is called in to lead a surveillance operation – her errant junior colleague at the agency Ravi Mohan (Ali Fazal) has been using the HQ copier way more than the average corporate freeloader. 

But Ravi Mohan, as the trailer gave away, is not leaking state secrets because he is a traitor – he is doing so because he is a "patriot". And his wife, the cherubic middle-class homemaker Charu (Wamiqa Gabbi), might be complicit.

But for KM, who is nursing a private wound sustained in the professional arena, nothing less than a chance to exact revenge will incentivise her to come on board. She does, and names it Project Brutus (which is a Vishal Bhardwaj movie's way of hat-tipping his renowned affinity for a certain 16th-century English playwright). 

Say what you will, but any brilliance to Khufiya to me is mostly attributed to KM, and her covert life that she will not reconcile with her Leonard Cohen-loving, aspiring thespian son.

The sweep of her conflicts includes a relatively recent sexual awakening and her strained relationship with her teen son. The first takes place under the tutelage of her Bangladeshi informant Hina Rehman, played by the Bangladeshi actor Azmeri Haque Badhon with a fluid intensity. Badhon is a treat to watch, even if she plays what's basically a glorified seductress singing thumris yards away from terror plots being hatched. But that's Vishal Bhardwaj for you.

Hina's fate is sealed off in the opening moments of the film – and I'm not even complaining. As she starts to appear intermittently in flashbacks (Bhardwaj's version of the murdered Bollywood wife?) 

Since a capture for the couple is imminent, on D-Day eve the double agent finds out that he's being bugged and scrambles to escape. I expected a better rationale to his actions (and I still am) than a sentence about dirty diplomatic games and vested political interests. The wife refuses and a breathless struggle for the child ensues before their world crashes into darkness.

The second half of the film propels the narrative six months into the future. I am seldom sure of time leaps because I feel they are an enormous loan the story takes out from the trust bank. In the case of 'Khufiya', it asks us to jettison disbelief and accept that a woman shot seconds ago in film time, is alive and will embark on an extradition mission soon. 

Gabbi, a self-assured performer, at first playing a mother separated from her son in a fashion only Bollywood characters play unhinged characters in shock, manages to reach the top echelons of intelligence and convince them to send her in pursuit of her fugitive husband and mother-in-law to the United States. 

The first half of the film had me hooked, despite the jarringly annoying and cringe-inducing Rahul Ram cameo that's justified with a wafer-thin allusion to godmen and politics. The second half, however, had me pulling out all my investments. The buildup of tension and the arrangement of resolutions hereon is a series of episodic plot contrivances that set up a climax you can watch alongside scrolling Instagram on your phone. 

The rushed finale gives the American characters lazy dialogue – an African-American operative colluding with the Indian intelligence seems like a peremptory character with a weird accent. 

Theatre doyen Navnindra Behl, who plays Ravi Mohan's mother, too, receives weak characterisation which may or may not have resulted in a disappointing one-note character whose motives are never clear. 

The film manages to tie up its own contrivances to a tidy enough end, with some humour. But it does not linger in the mind, despite the grim exhortations of its whistling background score. For a director who's given us 'Maqbool' (2003), 'Omkara' (2006) and the more recent 'Pataakha' (2018), this one is a bit of a liability. Khufiya is now streaming on Netflix.