When You Feel The Urge to Purge, It's an upSurge! (Act II)

The Sorry Story & A Summary In My Opinion

A quick summary of the plot. Rahul Khanna's papa, a big ass industrialist is threatened with an extortion by Mithunda, a World famous criminal in India, now operating out of Europe. He doesn't pay. Mithunda sics a hitman on Mr.Industrialist who eats a cucumber sandwich in an elevator shaft, takes down five heavily armed bodyguards and finally finishes off the industrialist dude with a violent headshot. Rahul Khanna plans to avenge the death of the man who adopted him and gave him a secure life. So he puts together a crack team of ex-cop Rampal, blackmailing journalist Ms.Patel, ex-con Abraham and his estranged beau Ms. Dutta.

(Note: AR - arjun rampal, RK - rahul khanna, JA - john abraham, LD - lara dutta, AP - amisha patel)

The assembling of the team is a sequence to giggle about. There are some parts in this sequence that redefine the term 'absurdly, ridiculously, aimlessly, preposterous.' And the part where Ms.Patel decides to join the team is a total award winner. Well, she's a photo-journalist. She tapes a conversation between RK & AR to kidnap the convict JA from the prison since JA is an old associate of Mithunda who turned on him. Bah! So, she decides to threaten RK with 'if you don't let me stick with you n get this story, i'll send the tape to the authorities, who'll cream your ass for crown caps.' The stuff she says goes something like this, "I know how important this mission is to you, so I'm prepared to sideline my mission of exposing your mission to kidnap the ex-con inorder to mobilize your mission to get even with the mission of the man who killed your father and then actively pursue my mission which is to get commission for exposing your mission to smuggle an ex-con out of prison." Hef! With so many missions on board the movie plot, I was expecting a couple of missionary style scenes as incentives to keep the audience glued; not to mention the very mission of the director's vision to scam some commission by bleeding the audience with his shitfest.

Now for the bad parts. And you thought, that was it. Sniper rifles and back shots. The one scene where Mr.Rampal the good cop kicks the bucket. The frothing five are led into an ambush by Mithunda in an attempt to 'chop the fist' rather than 'size the fingers individually', apostle of the Gangster Zen philosophy. The location is a lonely dacha somewhere in Munich surrounded by mountains of snow. A deal is supposed to go down between Mithunda and some croonies, but it's actually a trap. So, the five realize the horror of the situation when a small battalion of Mithunda's henchmen surround the dacha and fire at will. Glass shatters, wood rips, bodies drop as heavy firing is exchanged between the goodies and the baddies. There are atleast 300 baddies out there and they're dropping like flies. Not a single bullet harms our frothing five. Unfortunately, they didnt think about the need to pack extra ammo and they're soon running out of, you know what. And Miss Prettypants press reporter has an epiphany. They're all going to die miserable, gory, bloody deaths! She starts to murmur the words "We're going to die! We're going to die!" and AR hears her while he's engaging the baddies with his beretta. He has a sudden flash back of how his wife had uttered the same words before she met her end at the liquor store while trying to buy alcohol. So he runs out of the dacha inspite of the raining bullets and just about makes it to a parked SUV.

Mithuda's been watching this shit go down for a while from a higher point. One of his accomplices reaches into the back of their car and hands him a sniper rifle, sniper scope, carbine rounds and all. He takes aim and fires. Now, if you went to sniper night school, the first lesson they'd teach you is to engage in headshots. Even 5 year olds playing Quake in their diapers know this. Yet, Mithunda fires at AR's back. Which gives AR enough time to turn around and flip him. Another round is fired. Into AR's visibly packed wool laden thorax. By this time the audience must've been screaming "HEADSHOT! HEADSHOT!" A few more rounds are pumped into AR; yet he manages to maneuver the SUV, drive near the entrance of the dacha where the rest of the idiots jump into the vehicle. He then proceeds to drive, what I would summarize to be approximately 37 miles on snow laden roads, with about six carbine rounds, bleeding and all. Miracles are a state of mind.