Why?

This had to be done... There aren't enough cynics around

Kaththi- The Saarp Knife

Given the director’s metaphorical penchant for metaphorically romancing the metaphorical someone’s metaphorical wife, we lay aside all the alleged claims of plagiarism and review what was presented in front of us. Half an hour into the movie, I was left wondering if Sam was the only connection between Anjaan and this masterpiece some dudes are raving about… We had 2 songs that were almost exact replicas of each other, we had dudes dancing like drunken giraffes in the airport and Vijay doing his traditional “riding the imaginary horse” moves… Pretty ordinary stuff…

We have one trickster escape from the dumbest cops in Kolkatta (who for some reason roam in Chennai in the entire second half in a Tamil Nadu cop car) and replace a lookalike who has no qualms in leaving his doppelganger at the mercy of a few foreign gym boys in the climax. We have Sam who has no idea what she is doing in the film… We have a few old men who are pretty badass and manage to squeeze the extra sentiment from your stone heart… Neil N.M appears in the same costume… For a CEO, he either has too many similar dresses or is practically reusing the same shirt, either way, he does close to nothing of note(not even an item number with Sunny Leone- that would have raised his villainy quotient)

Thalabathy has done well to differentiate both the characters. The mature guy who gets beaten by the bureaucracy has a 4 days unshaven look and the hipster has a 6 days unshaven look. Such subtle changes in acting should fetch him the “best actor” award in Vijay TV which he has incidentally criticised (Vetti Pechu Vidinja Pochu has a coat wearing anchor and I am pretty sure that mark putting comment is aimed at them too). We have an intriguing flashback which is the best part of the film. The attempts to gain media attention warrant special mention but apart from that this is just a good tale in the wrong hands with misguided notions and intentions…

Leave out the irony of people sipping overpriced coke cups (no seriously, it costs 10 bucks more in the theatre) or the fact that the hero once used to be the brand ambassador of coke and was a guest of honour in that goddamn dance show he condemns and once walked the talk and talked the walk with the very person whom he accuses of having made money out of air (and literally so)…still you are left with a sour after taste because the masala director tells that the educated honest man needs a con artist to win the war… Way to go sir…

All half-hearted crap about communism and what not just shows that perhaps success makes you think that you are smarter than you actually are, I mean Kim Kard is a monstrous success but the collective IQ of the lookables in that show would be less than what India would make at Perth against a quality pace attack. Basically, trying to tie up activism and heroism, the director might satisfy the fans but he let us down for you want to see the struggle of the common man triumph and here, he has got the equations off and that the alleged intellects are lapping it up worries me…

 At least the director didn’t boast that he had erakkified all his vithai…
***


No comments: