By Babu Ram : Movie Review: It's hard to understand why Anees Bazmee makes films. There generally is no logic to it... Thank You, No Problem... But then again, it's easy to understand why Anees Bazmee makes films: to celebrate the illogical and the non-sensical which could be therapeutic for a high-stress audience. Ready, mercifully, has another reason too: Salman Khan. The film is an unabashed ode to Salman Khan, the entertainer rather than the actor. And yes, it works at that level. Sit back for a one-man show by an actor who is becoming increasingly unapologetic about his larger-than-life image on screen and you'll get all the bang for your buck you desire.
So you have Salman doing everything he loves to do -- and you love to see. He talks in cheesy dialogues, breaks into rumbustious, and extremely well choreographed songs and dances, romances the girl in brazen fashion, becomes the invincible hit machine whenever desired, never let's go of his popular family boy avatar (remember the original Prem of Maine Pyaar Kiya) and tries to make you laugh by consistently playing it over the top. And yes, he does do what he's supposed to do: removes his shirt, bares his perfectly sculpted body and vainly asks `mazaa aaya kya?'
Yup, bahut mazaa aaya. But only if you set aside all pretensions of going for a regular, mind-teaser movie. The rest of the characters too are all a crazy bunch. The umpteen men, women and boys -- you lose count of them -- speak silly, speak shrieky. The music (Pritam) plays at deafening decibel levels. The canvas and the colours of the film are garish and loud. And there isn't a moment of repose to allow you to think....
Go celebrate the cornball comic display by Salman Khan. You won't get bored.
So you have Salman doing everything he loves to do -- and you love to see. He talks in cheesy dialogues, breaks into rumbustious, and extremely well choreographed songs and dances, romances the girl in brazen fashion, becomes the invincible hit machine whenever desired, never let's go of his popular family boy avatar (remember the original Prem of Maine Pyaar Kiya) and tries to make you laugh by consistently playing it over the top. And yes, he does do what he's supposed to do: removes his shirt, bares his perfectly sculpted body and vainly asks `mazaa aaya kya?'
Yup, bahut mazaa aaya. But only if you set aside all pretensions of going for a regular, mind-teaser movie. The rest of the characters too are all a crazy bunch. The umpteen men, women and boys -- you lose count of them -- speak silly, speak shrieky. The music (Pritam) plays at deafening decibel levels. The canvas and the colours of the film are garish and loud. And there isn't a moment of repose to allow you to think....
Go celebrate the cornball comic display by Salman Khan. You won't get bored.
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