Thursday, August 22, 2013

Movie Review : Chennai Express

Rating:  ★ 

I have worked in data-analytics domain for a small part of my life and it seems that the director of the movie has too. This movie is made by a wizardry statistical model (and nothing else) which takes parameters like lead actors, target-market, genre, # of item songs, time of the year, and others and comes up with the best possible solution. Now all the Indian wannabe film-makers are desperately after this model but I think it's code is locked in Mr. Shetty's Grandmother's bedroom in Chattisgarh.

Absolutely nothing, nothing oh yes nothing is new about this movie. Nothing that you haven't seen earlier or heard of. You take a guy (though he's 40 years old virgin) who is a loser and tie him up with a rich brat girl whose dad is a Don, and you start making a soup which is shamelessly full of cliches. Plus you add regular dose of item numbers and romantic preposterous scenes to it. In the end you change the tone of the movie and show that love can make impossible things possible. Sorry Mr. Shetty I sympathize with you that you have never ever heard of movie industries called Hollywood or Foreign cinema. It seems you have watched Cable T.V all your life in your Grandma's house, and you like it, lurrrve it a lot.

Said that, this movie still WORKS. I hate to say it, but it does. And everyone knows why? Oh yes, SRK that's why you SOB. 'Sharukh Khan daal de kisi bhi movie mein jaan' One man show and he takes every burden on his shoulder and handles pretty damn well. He's so likable and stupid and funny that you can't ignore him, you start following him, and get attached to his character. In this journey you know eventually what will happen but you like to enjoy it as it unfolds. Plus the new beautiful bride of Bollywood Deepika dances well to the tune of Tamil songs and speaks Hindi very awkwardly, but you never find it repulsive. The Tamil side Gundas play their meaningless and jobless characters very well, dance like a poorly programmed robot and somehow add to the charm of the movie.

Overall a good Time-pass (maybe better than Gossip with Mallu aunties), and of course sometimes you laugh really hard and then feel ashamed about it. Some people cry in the hall like always and you try to kill yourself, but that isn't possible. South Indian Hindi accent keep on haunting you for a long time, and eventually when you come home, you switch on your T.V, go to HBO and dose off while watching it.