When Loverboy Khan outraces a Tata Safari riding a rickshaw or Perfectionist Khan delivers a baby with the help of Skype-tutorial and magic-catchphrase-stimulus 'all is well', no one seems to be in desperate need of IQ-viagra. But when Salman Khan growls like Sunny Deol, punches like Mike Tyson and even bites like Luis Suarez, everyone turns into a Logic-Nazi. Admittedly, Bhai's worst film till date is Suryavanshi. Jai Ho comes a close second. As Raja Sen has rightly pointed out, Salman is perhaps the most objectified man on screen, at times with more scrutinizing close-ups of his torso than that of Sunny Leone in the ManForce coffee flavoured condom ad. For aspiring writers, this film is a major boost-up in successfully validating how ridiculously easy the craft of screenwriting is. A four-five year old tells Daisy Shah, "Same pinch, we are both wearing a pink underwear." Following this embarrassing exposition, Salman's ten year old nephew starts the recurring trend of calling her 'Pinky'. What does she do to avenge her mortifying humiliation? She steals his black tee on her hot date with Salman in orange shades. Just wondering: how could a malnourished pre-puberty teenager's tee fit a woman in her mid-twenties with enviable vital stats? Despite Sohail Khan sleepdirecting the entire film with preposterous absurdity, he comes up with the most bizarre moment Bollywood has witnessed since the waterpump-uprooting scene in Gadar - Ek Prem Katha. Sunil Shetty drives a fucking Army Tank through the bustling roads of Mumbai; hell hath no fury like a machine gun-toting Shetty Saab atop a tank.
No comments:
Post a Comment