Ghajini Review – Aamir Khan Disappoints in Stolen Shit
Last night, we sacrificed ourselves on the altar of the public good by watching Ghajini (Tamil) again.
Badly bruised mentally by the ordeal, fatigued extremely by the torturous experience and filled with resentment over our fate, we emerged from the mishap in utter disbelief that such a thing as Asin also has a place in tinseltown.
Freak-O-Midget
How this freak-o-midget with little acting or dancing skills has managed to find a foothold in the movie business is one of life’s little enigmas.
With a four-feet like high frame reminding us that pygmies are not extinct, a hip wide enough to screen a wide-screen movie, a boyish frame more suited for Tantex banians than Victoria’s Secret lingerie, an asinine smile reminiscent of Downs Syndrome infants and dance steps that suggest waddling more than grace, this Asin thing in Ghajini is an inglorious triumph of brobdingnagian ambition over lilliputian talent.
Even if you whine that physical attributes are no more than God’s blessing or curse over which mere mortals have little say, on the things that Asin does control, stuff like acting, dancing or smiling pleasantly this abject Mallu object makes seemingly little effort and stumbles through in a stupor of mediocrity.
Nauseous Performance
From the moment Asin appears in Ghajini via that Rahatulla song till that instant in her apartment when the villain Lakshman (Pradeep Rawat) employs an iron club to dispatch this Lilliput to her maker with thunderous blows to the head, this freak-o-midget tormented us so much that we’re inclined to believe that she hails not from God’s Own Country but Lucifer’s Own Hades.
When Surya proposes to her in the bus after the New Year party, when she agrees to his proposal on the beach with that silly 1 AM, 2 AM, 3 AM monolog, when she hands over Rs 2 lakh to Surya on the street, when she dances like a retard in the four songs, when she hears from the villain that he’s killed two of the girls and dumped them in the sea or when she’s clowning around in that small ad firm, it’s all no more than a sinful performance xeroxed multiple times.
If what Asin does on screen be acting, then we’re Alexander the Great Continue reading »
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