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Here’s the thing about Aamir – by the end of the movie, I wanted it to end, so I could leave the hall. But, doesn’t that mean the film wasn’t good? Actually, it was, very very good. As the film twisted and turned through the narrow galies of Dongri and Mohammed Ali Road, I was left thinking, how uneasily the notion, ‘we don’t write our own fate’ sits on me.
The script is tight and the direction (for a first timer) is great. It begins on a plane, and follows the protagonist Aamir Ali, through the few hours after he alights from the flight from London. The airport immigration officer checking his luggage four times ostensibly because he’s a Muslim foreign-returned doctor is a bit exaggerated. Class and education still continue to have a hold over our consciousness no matter how many ‘terrorists’ have been found to possess degrees.
(Well its Salman Khan. And I tend to get a wee-bit emotional when it comes to him but then again this is no new news for you. Which is why when the time came to review the very first episode of 10 Ka Dum, I choose my dearest friend to take it while I could spend the entire 60 minutes simply ogling at the man and not worrying about the rest.)
Take a glass piece to the eye, crinkle up your nose, and revisit a much thinner Salman Khan of two decades ago. His expressions, his accent and his I’m-so-Kewl attitude remain much the same as he played the bad-boy-turned-good in the Rekha and Farook Sheikh starrer Biwi Ho Toh Aisi (1988).
I’m not usually inclined to writing movie reviews, given I tried it on one of my other blogs and failed miserably to write anything interesting. But I just had to put my thoughts down on this just to remember the funny idea if not the movie.
Seen The Forbidden Kingdom as yet? Or have Iron Man, Khuda ke Liye and Race overwhelmed the once raging appetite for Kung-fu flicks. Speaking of which, where have all the Kung-fu lovers gone? Times were when Star Movies ran a series called Friday Fury telecasting the grand works of Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan. Now that’s been reduced to a once-in-a-couple-of-years Chan release or (horror of horrors) dubbed versions on Filmy.
Cadet Larvell Jones of Police Academy was an expert at imitating all sorts of noises and one of the series had him do a routine of the typical Hollywood-dubbed Chopsuey flick, delivering chop-chops and complete with un-lip-synced psuedo-Eastern wisdom like,
The snake does not bend its neck. The mongoose will still catch it!
(….or something like that)
A daft television actor along with his equally (or even more) daft girl friend bumping into another daft couple (friends) in the cinema hall’s lift.
Daft Couple: “So how did you find the movie?”
Daft Television Actor: “Hmmmmm……..”
(Intrusion)
Daft Girlfriend: “It was so slow yaaar. I nearly slept thru most of it. How boring!”
(Yours truly standing next to the daft couples. Utilizing all the energy required to keep her trap shut and hands from smacking the shits out of the daft girlfriend – just because of mama dearest’s presence)
Allah duhaai hai, kaisee picture banayee hai.
[Courtesy: Mr. Hunk of da World]
Well the above line pretty much sums up what I thought of director duo, Abbas-Mustan’s (so-called) ultra stylish thriller, Race.
Reasons as to why sexy Saifee’s Racee flick failed to impress me are plenty. But since I am pressed with time, I shall state only the top three. And then again I also believe in fairness and other such garb, so I will be starting off with the not-so-bad bits.