Folks, don’t let the swines and clowns con you into believing otherwise.
Luck (featuring the Mumbai blasts-linked criminal Sanjay Dutt, Imran Khan, Shruti Hassan) is a bad Bollywood version of 13 Tzameti.
Based on the recommendation of SI readers, we watched 13 Tzameti some months ago.
A lovely Black and White movie, 13 Tzameti features Georges Babluani as a young, poor Russian immigrant construction worker unwittingly taking up a dangerous assignment to make a little money. There’s a delectable tension throughout the movie contributed in no small measure by the gripping story and Babluani’s solid acting.
Directed by Babluani’s brother GÃ©la Babluani, the movie deservedly went on to receive critical acclaim and is reportedly now being remade in color.
Usual Bollywood Shit
Luck, on the other hand, is your usual Bollywood piece of shit.
Steal the plot of an acclaimed foreign movie, add the usual Bollywood song and dance routine to the kitchdi, hire a bunch of nincompoops to go through the motions of acting and direction, fly off to some foreign land and above all, pray to Lord Ganesh that the audience will lap it up.
Like 13 Tzameti, the crux of the Luck story is betting on human lives – Who lives and who dies.
13 Tzameti handled it with a great deal of panache and class in a minimalist style with very little talk. All the razmataz in 13 Tzameti was in the story and acting. The first time Georges Babluani is forced to participate in the Russian Roulette, you can almost feel the agony writ large in his face.
Luck is the opposite – all sound and action amounting to little more than crap.
Even after stealing the underlying theme, director Soham Shah (also the writer) fails to weave a compelling story.
Whether it’s the Russian Roulette in the South African desert or the romantic angle thrown into the stinking pot with little thought of how it fits in with the rest of the movie, the whole thing is so amateurish.
Besides being a colossal piece of crap, Luck decisively proves that Imran Khan is a fluke star whose first big movie Jaane Tu Yaa Jaane Naa was just a luckyÂ hit.
Like in his last movie Kidnap, Imran Khan sleep-walks into Luck as well. There’s little range or depth in his emotions on the screen.
By the way, Imran Khan seems to be specializing in featuring in stolen movies since Kidnap was also stolen from Shattered. Guess this practice of profiting from theft runs in the family since his uncle Aamir Khan handsomely profited from that Memento lift Ghajini.
What about Shruti Hassan, you ask?
Yeah, what about her.
Sure, her 34B (??) tits in the two-piece bikini debuted in this movie.
What’s the big deal (or small deal, depending on your preference). It ain’t the first pair of Malgoas we’ve seen and, if our luck holds, won’t be the last.
The gal doesn’t have much of a role in the movie and mercifully, in the limited screentime she has, she didn’t inflict any horrible damage. Hopefully, Shruti will land a meatier role in her next movie.
Mumbai-blast linked criminal Sanjay Dutt is horrible as usual. How this monster manages to stay on and thrive in Bollywood is a mystery wider than the Bermuda Triangle.
Mithun Chakraborty is alright while Ravi Kishan seems more like a retard than a hardened killer.
Like the rest of this crappy movie, the music hardly leaves any impact.
Overall, Luck brings nothing but oodles of Bad Luck to viewers this weekend.
Stay away from this stinker.
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