You know in the not-too-distant past the Samurai folks in Japan used to handle shame very well.
They’d get a ritual sword, plunge it deep into their stomachs and scoop out their entrails. If that gruesome act didn’t prove effective, they’d take the knife and cut their throat.
Death was probably extremely painful but the act was cleansing too.
Restored some measure of honor to the person.
Harakiri, they called it.
If any two actors in Bollywood are worthy candidates for harakiri, it’s Akshay Kumar and Trisha Krishnan.
Together, these shameless monstrosities have repeatedly inflicted torture on movie-goers in callous, reckless disregard to the shame of their mortifying behavior.
Individually, each is a Marquis de Sade. Together, they can only be a hybrid of Ivan the Terrible and Pol Pot.
After seeing the almost-universal scorn and ridicule shoveled on this movie by critics, we wisely refrained from watching it although we’ve seen several other films featuring the two stars separately.
Disaster but No Surprise
So, schmucks is it any surprise at all that when these two freaks unite under the aegis of Bollywood, the end-result is a malformed fetus called Khatta Meetha with its bloody placenta strangling the newborn.
Folks, Khatta Meetha is a disaster like few others.
Katrinaesque in scope and impact, the movie is a calamity at the box-office. The U.S. box office, that is.
Even junk like Dil Bole Hadippa, Raavan and Veer have fared better at the box office.
Here, see for yourself in the below table the pile of shit that Akshay Kumar, Trisha and Khatta Meetha director Priyadashan have heaped upon themselves:
Can it get any worse?
Now, don’t you rush to the keyboard to type out a response because that was a rhetorical question.
Now, if only someone could explain the technique of harakiri to these two yokels Akshay and Trisha.
With Khatta Meetha touching the box-office nadir, do you think Akshay Kumar still has life in him or is he a spent force in Bollywood.