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Hero:
With nothing better planned for Sunday evening, I finally hit the cinemas after a hiatus of nearly 8 weeks! Thought I would check out the new kids on the block, even though they happened to be star kids and one of whom actually had a beleaguered introduction to the public, not so long ago!
The movie started well enough. The opening scenes introduced the well sculpted body of the male protagonist- muscles, sinews and the workout regime, combined with the predictable pub crawling swish set, their escapades and brawls. Thematically, it promised to be close to the original Hero, Stockholm Syndrome intact. But, just when you thought, mid way through the first half, that the movie was shaping up well, it just collapsed!
So the IG's daughter is kidnapped and taken to some absolutely fantastic, breathtakingly serene and eye catching white locations in the Himalayas. The bandits, who she foolishly believes to be armed guards deputed for her protection, look after her so well that she falls in love with their leader-Sooraj, all muscles and V shaped body but with the vulnerable soft looks of Zarina! Why she falls for him, what are the things he does that capture her romantic imagination, is all left unexplained! But for this, Hero can't be faulted alone! It's this millennial generation! No explanations, no touching-the-heart, evolution of the love; just one fine day, you declare that you are in love!
So they return to civilisation after a gun battle, court room drama etc, with the girl being sent off to Paris to do her dance degree, while the Boy serves out his prison sentence. He is released before time for good conduct ( oh please, get original!) and goes about proving his reformed persona by starting a Gym and you heave a sigh of relief that the movie is getting over! But no there's a triangle which had been thought of and probably shot for an earlier insertion in the plot, but which the Editor forgot to include at the appropriate time! So virtually at the end, this character is brought in, The Prince of Rajasthan ( hello, Rajasthan had a 100 thikanas and all of them could individually boast of their Princes!!!) . He symbolises and epitomises VICE, in capital letters. I don't know what happens after that, for its an incoherent, fumbling, boring plot, with a sloppiness seen very seldom! After a lot of dhishum dhishum the movie ends!
Such a relief at the end of the movie! It is a poor poor substandard attempt at cloning the original Hero! Where is the Meenakshi Shashadri or Jackie Shroff style magnetism in this pair? Tigmanshu Dhulia fails to impress the way Shammi Kapoor did! The boy Pancholi is good and holds promise of a better future. The music is OK but seemed really obtrusive, with songs butting in to disrupt the flow of the story, which was weak in any case. " lovely ki train ki chain pull kara de, aur uska Jab We Met kara de". Really, what amazing lyrics!
Oh I forgot to mention The Heroine of Hero! Never mind, she is entirely forgettable! She is a fairer version of her father Sunil Shetty and I almost expected her to drawl in his baritone! Better she does ramp walking at Milan, for F TV, where wearing a dead pan expression is an essential qualification!
Watch it at your peril!
With nothing better planned for Sunday evening, I finally hit the cinemas after a hiatus of nearly 8 weeks! Thought I would check out the new kids on the block, even though they happened to be star kids and one of whom actually had a beleaguered introduction to the public, not so long ago!
The movie started well enough. The opening scenes introduced the well sculpted body of the male protagonist- muscles, sinews and the workout regime, combined with the predictable pub crawling swish set, their escapades and brawls. Thematically, it promised to be close to the original Hero, Stockholm Syndrome intact. But, just when you thought, mid way through the first half, that the movie was shaping up well, it just collapsed!
So the IG's daughter is kidnapped and taken to some absolutely fantastic, breathtakingly serene and eye catching white locations in the Himalayas. The bandits, who she foolishly believes to be armed guards deputed for her protection, look after her so well that she falls in love with their leader-Sooraj, all muscles and V shaped body but with the vulnerable soft looks of Zarina! Why she falls for him, what are the things he does that capture her romantic imagination, is all left unexplained! But for this, Hero can't be faulted alone! It's this millennial generation! No explanations, no touching-the-heart, evolution of the love; just one fine day, you declare that you are in love!
So they return to civilisation after a gun battle, court room drama etc, with the girl being sent off to Paris to do her dance degree, while the Boy serves out his prison sentence. He is released before time for good conduct ( oh please, get original!) and goes about proving his reformed persona by starting a Gym and you heave a sigh of relief that the movie is getting over! But no there's a triangle which had been thought of and probably shot for an earlier insertion in the plot, but which the Editor forgot to include at the appropriate time! So virtually at the end, this character is brought in, The Prince of Rajasthan ( hello, Rajasthan had a 100 thikanas and all of them could individually boast of their Princes!!!) . He symbolises and epitomises VICE, in capital letters. I don't know what happens after that, for its an incoherent, fumbling, boring plot, with a sloppiness seen very seldom! After a lot of dhishum dhishum the movie ends!
Such a relief at the end of the movie! It is a poor poor substandard attempt at cloning the original Hero! Where is the Meenakshi Shashadri or Jackie Shroff style magnetism in this pair? Tigmanshu Dhulia fails to impress the way Shammi Kapoor did! The boy Pancholi is good and holds promise of a better future. The music is OK but seemed really obtrusive, with songs butting in to disrupt the flow of the story, which was weak in any case. " lovely ki train ki chain pull kara de, aur uska Jab We Met kara de". Really, what amazing lyrics!
Oh I forgot to mention The Heroine of Hero! Never mind, she is entirely forgettable! She is a fairer version of her father Sunil Shetty and I almost expected her to drawl in his baritone! Better she does ramp walking at Milan, for F TV, where wearing a dead pan expression is an essential qualification!
Watch it at your peril!
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