The only group of people for whom Bullett Raja is appropriate are masochistic Indian moviegoers who derive their jollies from painful lashes on their back.
The rest ought to stay at home than subject themselves to this puerile attempt at movie-making.
Insufferable Garbage – Beginning to End
From the opening “encounter” scene on a rural road in Uttar Pradesh to Saif Ali Khan’s screaming session in the plane in the final moments, Bullett Raja is an affront to all notions of class, style, logic or finesse in a movie.
Made by a dolt named Tigmanshu Dhulia (based on a ‘story’ he co-wrote with Amaresh Misra), Bullett Raja is an intolerably asinine story of friendship, revenge and thuggery set in the North Indian state of Uttar Pradesh.
Everything about Bullett Raja is half-baked.
Be it the friendship between Raja Mishra (Saif Ali Khan) and Rudra (Jimmy Sheirgill), the love angle between Raja and Mitali (Sonakshi Sinha), the transformation of Raja and Rudra into big time gangsters, or Raja’s supposed growth in stature as a popular figure in the state, director Tigmanshu Dhulia leaves no stone unturned to convey his ineptitude.
I was completely unimpressed with Saif Ali Khan.
The fellow looks haggard and stiff.
If there’s something called Male Menopause, it’s surely hit 43-year-old Saif Ali Khan hard and robbed him of any charm or spark he may once have had.
Sonakshi Sinha has no role to speak of other than to blabber some Bengali nonsense about Rosogolla, Sandesh, Chum-chum and such drivel.
Given the disgustingly hopeless story, it’d be futile to dwell upon stuff like acting, photography etc.
For an action, gangster film, the stunt scenes in Bullett Raja look like they were choreographed by some buffoon from the Tollywood or Kollywood cesspool.
Mahi Gill’s item number “Don’t touch my body” is one of the worst and crudest I’ve seen in a Bollywood film. The music, the dance and the setting of the item number were trashy to the core.
Even an ample display of Mahi’s thrusting bosom and lavish display of her right thigh did little to rouse me.
Both the music and the picturization of the songs left me in tears.
There was not one song with even a wee bit of charm.
Bottom Line – Garbage
For the opening show of Bullett Raja at a theatre on the U.S. East Coast, there were just 14 people. By no means, a decent crowd on a national holiday (Thanksgiving Day).
As I was leaving the hall, I overheard a disappointed moviegoer tell the other members in his group that he was misled by the positive reviews for the film.
Unless you love gorging on fresh, stinking vomit, SearchIndia.com recommends you steer clear of this trash a.k.a. Bullett Raja.