(Spoiler Alert – Those who intend
to see the film and prefer not knowing stuffs before they see the film –
refrain from reading – You are welcome to read it after seeing the film –
either to agree with me or take me to the laundry – either way I don’t care J )
Disclaimer – If anyone gets a
feeling that here is a disciple of Bajrang Dal, RSS or VHP jumping into the
bandwagon of PK bashing on religious sentiments – I am a confirmed atheist and
I have no religious affiliations)
The title of the blog is a result
of some credit somewhere that says the title role is inspired by the life of
Abraham Kovoor – poor guy must be turning in his grave right now!
I can probably fill out this blog
plugging holes in the story so much it will resemble a tea strainer when I finish.
I tried doing that in 3 Idiots but quite a few did not like it.
I can probably dismiss this as
another mindless entertainment and leave it at that.
I should.
I would have too if I had not
been nettled by many going gaga over the film, how it unmasked the god men, how
Aamir is a perfectionist et al.
Let me take them one by one.
There are more than few hundred
movies in which god men were projected thus.
The backbone of a Hindi action
flick is of a wronged protagonist fighting against the eternal evil trio – the scheming
politician, the immoral god man and the corrupt police officer. In all those
films all of them stood exposed at the end.
Well…. Not stood exposed, felled
actually!!!
So what is so great about
exposing another god man? Was there anything path breaking or fascinating in
depicting the ways of the devious god man or exposing him?
Tapasvi’s congregation is a Ctrl
C + Ctrl V of Baba Ramdev’s mass yoga gatherings. The film makers should have
given BR some title credits: P
The lectures and discourses
dispensed by Tapasvi could have come from a Wikipedia search and taking the
first paragraph that you happen to read.
It is already a small scale
industry in India calling Aamir a perfectionist.
He can do nothing wrong.
Whatever he does is great.
Honestly if you ask me I found
nothing extraordinary in his acting. To walk around wide-eyed, chewing paan,
with an unnatural gait of not swinging your arms as you walk or run – do they
amount to great acting?
And how difficult is it to sit on
a sofa and cry?
Regarding the various religious
practices and customs mocked in the movie – it will be better not to comment on
them.
The confusion of conflicting
practices is a decent laugh though. (Coconut and agarbathis in a church, wine
to a masjid)
But the contrast between Hindu –
Muslim traditions are as old as the religion itself. (Sun: Moon, Multiple gods:
Single God, Idol worship: No statues and so on…)
The lovable rogue Munna Bhai is
wasted in a meaningless cameo.
The usual suspects all arrive and
depart contributing nothing. Boman is wasted in a character without depth. (Dr.
Ashthana was fabulous, Lucky the builder was perfection personified and Virus
was impeccable too but this one – Meh! Is it Cherry or Jerry?)
The songs are a drag, the
dialogues lack the wit that stemmed from the pen of Abbas Tyrewala and there is
a complete lack of freshness which is the greatest disappointment coming from
Mr. Hirani.
Rating: 1/5
The stoning can begin :P
One last question – are there
really so many people having sex in their cars? I have been an early morning
jogger and a late night walker and I am yet to see one such incident. Maybe I am
walking the wrong roads J
