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Thank God for Abhishek Bachchan.

Just when life was getting so insufferably boring in Amreeka that we even entertained fantasies of ending it all with a Saturday night special to our head, comes Bollywood’s numero uno buffoon with his hallmark simian antics in the new film Players.

Abhishek Bachchan – Antithesis of Acting

They say great actors deploy their entire bodies to deliver stunning performances.

Even the lift of an eyebrow or the faintest twitch conveys tons of meaning with the likes of Meryl Streep, Marlon Brando, Christoph Waltz, Laurence Oliver etc.

Abhishek Bachchan too is nonpareil as an actor, just that he’s an ‘extraordinary actor’ of different mettle.

Comical when he should be pensive, sad looking when he should be happy, serious when he should be elated, phony when he should be compassionate, Abhishek is a sui generis combination of Laurel and Hardy, and Johnny Walker, Rajpal Yadav and Boman Irani.

Folks, Abhishek Bachchan is the peerless Master of Unintentional Comedy with nary a competitor in sight this side of the Atlantic or that side of the Pacific.

In scene after scene, Abhishek does his damnedest to turn Players, prima facie an action movie, into a caricature and we must concede in all fairness that Bachchan Jr succeeds big time into making this entire ‘action’ film a joke.

Given Abhishek’s vaunted ‘reputation’ with moviegoers, the opening show of Players at a theater on the U.S. East Coast was, not surprisingly, 99% empty.

Italian Job – Rehash

As even the dumbest of the dumb Indian putzheads know, Players is a remake of The Italian Job, a movie we rewatched recently via a Netflix DVD.

Just in case you’re wondering, we watched the 2003 version featuring Mark ‘Charlie‘ Wahlberg, Ed Norton, Charlize Theron and Donald Sutherland.

Italian Job didn’t do much for us. Maybe, it was alright for its time (when we first watched it in NYC or NJ) but watching it nine years later when so many better movies have passed before our eyes we didn’t feel the slightest twinge of excitement.

Don’t get us wrong. Italian Job was not bad, just that it didn’t seem great enough to warrant a remake.

So it was with mixed feelings we headed out to Players this afternoon.

By the way, Players also borrows elements from Prestige and Tower Heist.

Gold Heist Turns Crap Fest

The central theme of both Italian Job and Players involves a big gold heist by a bunch of thieves led by Charlie (Mark Wahlberg in the Hollywood version and Abhishek in the Bollywood version) and a subsequent betrayal, albeit with some differences.

* The biggest difference between the Hollywood and Bollywood versions – Mark ‘Charlie’ Wahlberg oozes class while Abhishek ‘Charlie’ Bachchan reeks crass. The difference between Day and Night.

* To pander to the Indian audience’s craving for trash and phoren, Players meanders in every sense including geographically. From Amsterdam in the opening scene to Russia to Goa to Sydney to St.Petersburg to Auckland to Wellington the movie tramps along interspersed by some of the most dreadful songs and ugliest picturization we’ve had the misfortune to endure this millennium.

* If we’re talking big-time betrayal and traitors, we need big-time, quality actors with a menacing edge like Ed Norton. Not jackasses like the inept Neil Nitin Mukesh, who’s completely out of his depth and hopelessly miscast as the traitor in Players.

* The result is that Players, which started off as an action effort, quickly turns into a comical, silly affair what with drivel like the police commissioner and other officers respectfully learning The Three Rules of Thieves from prison inmates (btw, the first rule is Every thief is a kind of Artist).

* Not only does Players bring nothing new to the screen but also turns a remake exercise into an ham-handed, amateurish outcome.

The Other Stars

If Abhishek Bachchan is the principal joker of Players, Sonam Kapoor is a close second.

Utterly clueless as to what she was doing, the gal tormented us no end, more so when she flaunted her skinny legs and Manchester top. Continue reading »

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Flop king Abhishek Bachchan can go only one way in Bollywood.

Down, down, down.

Predictably enough, the clown’s latest film Players is drawing withering scorn from critics.

Here’s what a gaggle of critics had to say on Players:

* Deccan Chronicle:

The audience’s intelligence is insulted throughout in this endless horror show of pyromaniacal explosions, a stupendously silly heist of Rumanian gold from a Russian train, oodles of jiggery pokery on computer screens…

* IndiaFM/Bollywood Hungama:

[I]t is deficient of a captivating screenplay. Also, the film could have done with judicious trimming for an enhanced impact. I for one went in with colossal expectations, but came out feeling downcast and disheartened.

* Times of India:

Another major reason why Players fails to impress is thanks to the mediocre performances by its entire cast. Abhishek Bachchan is passable but lacks the attitude to carry a suave character like this. Bobby Deol, in his extended special appearance, appears disinterested and carries a look which seemingly says ‘why-am-I-overshadowed-by-Abhishek-Bachchan?’ Neil Nitin Mukesh fails to take advantage of the abundant scope that his role offers. Also he lacks the menace that his character demands. Bipasha Basu’s role seems just an extension of Race. Sikander Kher lacks screen presence. Omi Vaidya is funny at instances but is getting repetitive. Sonam Kapoor should never attempt to seduce or dance or deliver dialogues. In short, she should call it quits.

* DNA:

This is B-movie paradise. The writing is juvenile, the dialogues a joke, the acting over-the-top, yet everyone seems to be taking themselves so seriously, you can’t help but see the funny side to it.

Sure, the critics may have found a positive thing or two to say but the overall feeling with Players is one of disappointment.

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