Release
date:
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November 23, 2018
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Director:
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Neerraj Pathak
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Cast:
Language:
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Sunny Deol, Preity Zinta, Ameesha Patel, Arshad Warsi, Shreyas Talpade, Jaideep Ahlawat, Pankaj
Tripathi, Brijendra Kala, Mukul Dev, Ranjeet
Hindi with a bit
of Punjabi
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If you thought
Sunny Deol uprooting a hand pump and scaring the Pakistan army by hollering at
them was a landmark moment in Indian diplomacy, then you must give his new film
a shot. In a climactic battle in Bhaiaji
Superhittt, Deol lifts up an entire SUV when he finds it pinning his wife
down on a rail track while a speeding engine approaches. No Romeo has yet done
that for his Juliet, no Majnu for his Laila, but then of course neither
gentleman was blessed with this hero’s dhai
kilo ke haath that have been known to achieve what hordes cannot manage.
Deol here plays the
Benares-based gangster Deen Dayal Dubey a.k.a. 3D Bhaiaji a.k.a. Bhaiaji who
decides to produce a romantic film about his love story to win back his
suspicious spouse Sapna (Preity Zinta) when she leaves him accusing him of
infidelity. His collaborators on this project are the avaricious Bollywood
director Goldie Kapoor (Arshad Warsi), the struggling Bengali writer Porno
Ghosh (Shreyas Talpade) and the manipulative movie star Mallika Kapoor (Ameesha
Patel).
The hoodlum with a
heart of gold who melts into an emotional puddle in matters involving the woman
he adores has been done to death by cinemas across the world, and this
Bollywood version has nothing new to offer. Nothing. I repeat,
N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
The colours of the
costumes and sets are as loud as any you have seen in Akshay Kumar’s comedies
of the past two decades. And the screenplay is packed with formulaic elements
that dominated 1970s and ‘80s Hindi films. This includes a long-drawn-out
closing passage in which all the players in the drama gather at one spot to
engage in fisticuffs that take them from what looks like a deserted factory to
a railway line to a cliff where the lead couple hang precariously, using the
opportunity for a reconciliation. One small change from an earlier era: here
the heroine does not stand whimpering and watching, she bashes up a bunch of
bad guys herself.
Lord Shiva is a
recurring motif that goes nowhere. Sometimes the writer introduces clichés just
for the heck of it without knowing what to do with them. In the second half,
for instance, Bhaiaji’s doppelganger appears on the scene, which might cause
you to assume that a Shakespearean comedy of errors is about to unfold, but no,
it does not. This chap, a squeaky-voiced aspiring actor, is also – obviously –
played by Deol. His arrival makes no difference to the plot, and his erasure
would have left the outcome unchanged.
If writer-director
Neerraj Pathak and his co-writers thought they were spoofing Bollywood, then
here too they hold out little novelty value. Deol, for one, has done enough self-referential parodies of his He-Man screen avatar since Gadar for this aspect too to feel stale.
Still, there are
moments when the project’s comic potential peeps through, such as in that scene
in which Bhaiaji yells at someone for dancing “like a woman” while filming a
romantic number, and demands that his moves be more macho. The swiftness with
which the fellow switches to aggression is amusing. Deol is not the world’s
greatest actor (to put it kindly), and yes, he hollers and grimaces in Bhaiaji Superhittt as he always does,
but what comes to his rescue here is what seems like a determination to not
take himself seriously, which makes it hard to dislike him even while disliking
the film.
Zinta, who is
appearing on screen after a long gap, looks pretty and is fair enough as Sapna
Dubey, but the role does not challenge her as it should a woman of her immense
talent.
The supporting cast
features some wonderful actors, though it is unclear why Pathak bothered to
cast them since he fails to tap their abilities in anyway. Jaideep Ahlawat (Gangs of Wasseypur) and Pankaj Tripathi
(Newton, Nil Battey Sannata, Gurgaon) are
completely wasted here.
It is Arshad Warsi’s
comic timing that saves Bhaiaji
Superhittt from being an absolute cipher, and the reason why I am going
with a 0.5 rating instead of zero. I found myself occasionally giggling in
spite of myself around Warsi’s Goldie Kapoor, though I must say I laughed out
loud only once, and that was when the aforementioned train engine was hurtling
towards Bhaiaji and Sapna, and I thought Pathak & Co intended to get
Deol/Bhaiaji to stop it with his bare hands. Maybe that is what they should have
tried if they wanted to go all out in the direction of a Bollywood parody of
Bollywood formulae, but the breadth of this film’s imagination is too limited
for that.
Bhaiaji Superhittt has been in the making for
almost a decade, but its mediocrity can hardly be blamed on the delay. The film
is a regurgitation of numerous Hindi films made in the past 50 years. It feels
so dated that the only originality I could spot are the three Ts in the second
word of the title and the two Rs in the director’s first name – neither
innovation is worth the price of my ticket.
Rating (out
of five stars): 1/2
CBFC Rating (India):
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UA
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Running time:
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133 minutes
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