INDIAN FILMS SUCK BIG TIME
As an Indian, I am utterly ashamed at the standard of this movie and others like it. Movies like this are an insult to our intelligence, but the problem is too many people are oblivious to it. Directors and writers in Bollywood continue to poke fun at us by making such horrendously bad movies with little or no meaningful story. Yet Indians flock to cinemas in enormous hordes not only in India but around the world, committed to watch a brand of cinema which can be summed up as pathetic.
Indians it seems are enthralled by beautiful girls, shamefully tacky special effects and diabollically poor acting. Indian cinema, especially Bollywood cinema continues to try and 'Americanise', i.e. with the constant sexual overtones, techno-filled songs and the glitzy special effects and even worse, the shameless product placement. Just because it is taboo for couples to kiss and have simulated sex on a screen in India, it is ok to have them flaunting around in minimal clothing, dancing like wild geese in the rain and including words like 'touch me' and 'kiss me' in their songs. We cannot seem to overcome this imbalance. We are committed to 'Americanise' i.e. proclaim to the rest of the world that yes Indians are indeed attractive people and sexually active, yet we ban it from our screens, making all our love scenes seem like mindless Coke commercials. This is pathetic and must stop. We must accept the fact that try as we might, Bollywood will never be Hollywood, and no amount of mediocre, bullet-time fight scenes, bikinis, fancy shooting locations or tacky english filled sentences will overcome this.
In light of my rant, it is now time to address the movie at hand. I came out of it shaking my head in utter disbelief, demanding the 2 hours of my life back. Not even the gratuitous shots of Aishwarya Rai could save a pitifully poor movie. Yet, people keep turning a blind eye to the fact that this movie was the epitome of all things bad about Indian cinema. Consider this, 32% of voters gave this 10/10, calling this a stupendous masterpiece. This trash is apparently worthy of a 10 in the minds of an alarmingly large chunk of people. Were these people watching the same movie? They probably blissfully neglected Hritik's pathetic impressions of Batman, or the shocking scene where Hritik and Aishwarya are playing a GAME OF BASKETBALL for *beep* sake.
Please, directors of Bollywood, the madness must stop. I'm sure I'm not alone when I voice my discontent at the declining standards of Indian cinema, an industry which seems hell-bent of forsaking its Indian identity for the sake of billions if not trillions of dollars of revenue. Stop mocking our intelligence. People are crying out for films of substance, not over-glorified, idolatry nonsence.