To say I was surprised by the turnout for the opening show of Boss, Akshay Kumar’s latest putrid gift to his fans, would be an understatement.
At AMC 25 in Times Square NYC, there were about 30 people for the 12:40PM opening show on a week day!
And to my great dismay, several members of the audience seemed to be enjoying this great apotheosis of trash.
SI rationalized it this way – You can take the Chutiya out of India but you cannot take the Chutiya out of the Indian.
Depravity Only Indians Will Love
Boss belongs to the same genre as Akshay Kumar’s 2012 movie Rowdy Rathore – Undiluted trash.
A perversity in every possible way, Boss did not endear itself to me in any manner.
Not even when Aditi Rao Hydari strutted out of the pool in a reddish pink bikini flaunting her tits, thighs and legs did I feel a rush of blood.
The woman can’t act to save her life and fortunately the creature’s role in the film is as skimpy as her bikini.
Hopelessly boring, this remake of a Malayalam blockbuster (Pokkiri Raja) is an endless litany of Akshay Kumar beating one guy after another to pulp the way they do it in those crude Tamil films.
As is the case with most Bollywod films, there’s little by way of a story in Boss too.
Akshay Kumar plays the eponymous gangster Boss estranged from his father, an upright teacher played by Mithun Chakraborty.
When the Boss’ younger brother Shiv (Shiv Pandit) gets into big trouble with the cruel police officer Ayushman Thakur (Ronit Roy), the upright father hires his goonda son, the Boss, to save his younger son.
Such is the kind of bilge one must endure in this relentless parade of nonsense directed by a classless dolt called Anthony D’Souza.
A crooked politician, his moronic son, a cowardly police inspector, a constantly sneezing buffoon and a gaggle of bozos whose only job is to serve as human chairs (I’m not kidding) to Akshay Kumar’s character show up now and then in this poppycock.
Ronit Roy, who plays the cruel police officer, wears a single expression in the entire movie – that of a man in desperate need of a laxative!
The fight scenes tested my patience given that that most are crude to the point of disgust and hopelessly one-sided with Akshay’s character pummeling his victims in every possible manner including in one instance twisting the limbs of his attacker in a grotesque manner.
The love angle between Boss’ brother Shiv and Ankita is hopelessly underdeveloped!
That in this day and age Bollywood continues to churn out drivel like Boss and that fans continue to patronize such offal is a testament to the deep-rooted depravity, and utter absence of any semblance of class, among Indians.
Boss is another in a long list of tawdry contributions from Akshay Kumar to the Bollywood cesspool.
Watch at your peril!