There could be no better time to watch Matru Ki Bjlee Ka Mandola than now, as ‘feudal activism’ threatens to annihilate us just as much as it does the small Punjabi village featured in the film. But MKBM is not a Sarkar Raj or a Rajneeti; it’s more of a comic frolic that chuckles through these issues. It’s a classic Vishal Bhardwaj take on a story that has been told before, just never like this. An elderly protagonist replaces the bicep-rippling superhero, profanities replace nuanced dialogues (and are just as effective) and a pink buffalo steps in as the subconscious of a man struggling to keep up with his two conflicting personalities.

Intriguing, isn’t it?

Matru Ki Bijlee Ka Mandola wages war between good and evil but this is, if you may, the thinking man’s Dabangg.

Harry Mandola (Pankaj Kapur) is a feudal industrialist who holds the entire village hostage under his various business ventures.

His dream is to push the agricultural land (through bankruptcy) into a government scheme that will rule it as unprofitable so that he can graze it down and industrialise it. To achieve his goal he is in cahoots with the devious politician Chaudhry Devi (Shabana Azmi) who will give him the official stamp of approval in exchange for his daughter Bijlee’s (Anoushka Sharma) marriage to her doltish son Baadal (Arya Babbar). Bijlee’s ‘Meena Kumari complex’ — which makes her the proverbial tragedy queen — pushes her to profess love for Baadal while she’s actually besotted with her father’s chauffer, Hukkum Singh, better known as Matru (Imran Khan).

It’s a five-person cast but the film rides solely on the brilliance of Pankaj Kapur. It makes you wonder where this talented actor has been all this time. Kapur’s last memorable role was Abbaji in Bhardwaj’s Maqbool (2003). But back to this film, he is irreplaceable as the hiccupping, slurring and profane Harry Mandola who oppresses the poor by day and then goads them to take action against him by the time he’s through his third bottle of Gulabo at night. Gulabo is his truth serum and it’s only when he’s intoxicated that he is honest.

In the ocean of absurdity that Bollywood generates each year, a mind bender that uses humour intelligently is more than welcome. And it often comes from directors like Vishal Bhardwaj who make films close to their soul, not their pockets. Maqbool, Kaminey and Omkara are ready examples.

Fortunately, while they were dark, MKBM is bright. The film does continue to oscillate between communism and capitalism, two of Bhardwaj’s favourite themes (using Mao and Macbeth in the backdrop), but he takes them up in an edgy, racy comedy and thankfully stops before they head for dark under covers.

The only dark deviousness we see are in moments of nastiness from a harshly sober Mandola or a chilling monologue that Shabana Azmi delivers on why corruption is necessary for power play. Azmi is effective but like the rest of the cast, she’s replaceable. Imran Khan is his usual cute (despite the beard) self and Anoushka continues her stereotypical spree as a coltish wild child. They are all comfortably suitable in their skins but none of them (except for Kapur) are super-impressive. The film rides on his comic timing.

“Mein kya aap ko bhains nazar aati hoon?” (Do you see me as a buffalo?) his psychiatrist’s wife, who always dresses in pink, asks when he’s baffled over sightings of the pink buffalo.

“Jab dil saand ho to har larki bhains nazar aati hai,” (When the heart is a bull then every girl appears a buffalo) is his delightful reply.

MKBM is a mindbender, which explains why it may not do as well as the box office as a Dabangg, a Ready or a film as mind-numbing as Ek Tha Tiger. This is classic Bhardwaj cinema: astute, intellectual and unapologetically wild at heart.