Movie Review: Ghajini

Everytime a Bollywood director attempts to remake a Hollywood Blockbuster, I think they fail to realize how important it is to try and create a legible variant which can still be appreciated. Even Uncle Marty has been inspired by movies from the East and delivered a classic like 'The Departed'.

Alas! A.R. Murugadoss didn't make an effort in spite of having a character actor like Aamir at the helm. Don't get me wrong, Aamir is an amazing actor-director-producer and in my opinion a gem in Bollywood, but what was he thinking when he read the script? Memento had a profound plot related in the most intriguing reverse chronological weave that engages the viewer and challenges one to piece the story together. Even before Batman Begins and the Dark Knight, I had invested stock in Christopher Nolan. Of course, even if Murugadoss chose not to use this method, I feel that a good script could have made this film a good attempt. And some parts in plot do keep you on the edge of your seat. Unfortunately, a clear-soup thin overall plot, awful background score a la Rahman (quite unheard of, right?) and unnecessary use of songs in the story telling make this film feel silly and incomplete. The only song that appears in place is 'Kaise mujhe tum mil gayi' picturized on Aamir befitting the transitional stages of the plot. Whoever did the wardrobes for Aamir needs to get their fashion sense right. Business attire is not about rolling a half sleeve shirt while sporting a vest!

Aamir is intense, scary and downright menacing. I commend him on all those four hour, sixteen egg-whites-a-day, two-and-half-million rupees muscle milk powered workouts. He is the sole survivor in this celluloid carnage. Asin is naturally cute, but does push the barriers of mandatory-cuteness while looking astounding in some scenes. Jia Khan is as useful as grenade in a bowl of oatmeal. Thanks, Foghorn Leghorn. This girl needs to feed on a few Mickie Dees before prepping up for another peel-my-eyelids performance. The soundtrack is brilliant, every song is catchy and hummable. But the background score is a mix of mortifying scowls and belligerent electronica that only interfere with the nonexistent storyline penned by a four year old on a sugar high. I wont go into the details of the plot, I dont intend to be the spoiler wax bearer. If you ask me, wait for the DVD even if you decide to see it.