While thinking about Rowdy Rathore, we remember what Vidya Balan
famously said as Silk in The Dirty Picture—it’s all about entertainment,
entertainment, entertainment. There is colour and noise, and singing
and dancing, and lots of maar-dhaad dhishum dhishum stuff going on. The
film is a comeback to action for Akshay Kumar—the man who has been doing
mindless comedy and the occasional quiet drama for a few years now.
Kumar plays a double role, one side of him being the petty thief Shiva, who aims straight for the seeti-bajaaoing front benchers, while the other side—the law-enforcer Vikram Rathod—directs his attention to more serious viewers who look for acting rather than action. Akshay revels and excels in both, even though we cannot help but think that perhaps he is getting a little old for all the romancing and goon-bashing sequences.
Keeping the song and dance thing going in the first half is Sonakshi
Sinha, who fits the rustic part with her generous curves and her
hip-swinging movements. She wisely sticks to her image as a village
belle, her eyes as gorgeous as they were in Dabangg, and the whole
ghagra-choli gaon-ki-chhori act is spot-on. Ace-bad guy Nasser is
superbly nasty; while the other characters play their parts with
finesse, though you sometimes wonder why they are there at all.
The star of this particular show is the director, Prabhu Deva, whose skill as a choreographer is in full evidence in Rowdy Rathore’s songs. Even as Pritam Pyaare repels with its blatantly sexist dance moves and double entendres, Chinta Ta Ta will have people jigging in the aisles. There is far less potty humour, if any, and mercifully little that could be called ‘vulgar’, which makes this one a fun watch without parents having to cover their kid’s eyes and ears. The violence, yes, is gratuitous in parts, but the pace of the film overrides any lack of real plot, and the flying blood and gore that could be disturbing if any time was spent lingering on those scenes.
A fun watch, if that is all that is wanted from a film.
Kumar plays a double role, one side of him being the petty thief Shiva, who aims straight for the seeti-bajaaoing front benchers, while the other side—the law-enforcer Vikram Rathod—directs his attention to more serious viewers who look for acting rather than action. Akshay revels and excels in both, even though we cannot help but think that perhaps he is getting a little old for all the romancing and goon-bashing sequences.
The star of this particular show is the director, Prabhu Deva, whose skill as a choreographer is in full evidence in Rowdy Rathore’s songs. Even as Pritam Pyaare repels with its blatantly sexist dance moves and double entendres, Chinta Ta Ta will have people jigging in the aisles. There is far less potty humour, if any, and mercifully little that could be called ‘vulgar’, which makes this one a fun watch without parents having to cover their kid’s eyes and ears. The violence, yes, is gratuitous in parts, but the pace of the film overrides any lack of real plot, and the flying blood and gore that could be disturbing if any time was spent lingering on those scenes.
A fun watch, if that is all that is wanted from a film.
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