1. Patakha: It’s been downhill all the way for Vishal Bhardwaj who for some strange reason continues to hold a messianic moviemaker’s reputation in spite of churning out dud after dud. If you thought it wouldn’t get any worse for Bhardwaj after the colossal fiasco Rangoon, then you were wrong. Monstrously wrong. Patakha was even worse than Rangoon.And that’s saying a lot. The story of two warring sisters, played with do-or-die frenzy by SanyaMalhotra and Radhika Madan, the flare-ups between the two grimy unwashed uncouth sisters were shot likekabaddi matches. Only, this was no Dangal. What WAS Patakha???!! I am still trying to figure out its dusty filthy ambience with dialogues to match. While Sanya and Radhika rolled on the floor in a raging fury, Sunil Grover clapped and cheered them on.Clearly he lacked genuine entertainment in his life. So did we. For almost three tortuous hours as one sister went blind, the went deaf,we just went numb watching an accomplished director lose hismojo .
2. Race 2: By the time Salman Khan ripped off his short and Bobby Deol followed suit, I was ready to rip off my hair in exasperation. This maddening mishmash of hot babes and cool guys(including Anil Kapoor who lets his beard grow grey and his accent falter from angrezi to Bhojpuri, all for a cause) was a roaring grunting mess of a movie.Trashy beyond endurance, loud beyond the threshold of tolerance and outrageous beyond all definitions of lowbrow entertainment,Race 3 gives a bad name to the Salman Khan brand. Just when we thought he was trying to build a more durable variety of mass entertainment by reinventing himself in Bajrangi Bhaijan , Sultan and the unfortunate Tubelight, Race 3 came along to remind us with infuriating aggressiveness, that when it comes to Salman Khan there is a very thin line between rationale and absurdity.He skips jumps and crosses over into the kingdom of crassness with such daring impunity that you wonder what lies ahead in store for this hero of the masses who it seems, has decided to abandon all efforts to give a performance. Here in Race 3 Salman was so indifferent and openly bored by the bustling balderdash he makes no effort to make sense of the tangled mess of a plot.Sensible decision. Race 2 makes as much sense as Rakhi Sawant quotes or Aamir Khan’s nose ring in Thugs Of Hindostan.
3. Baaghi 2: This was an overblown, padded-up and puffed-out adaptation of the engrossing Telugu hit ‘Kshanam’ about an NRI who is summoned back to India by his former girlfriend to find her kidnapped daughter. Tiger Shroff somersaulted over flying choppers, flipped over conifers, flew across cars and vanquished adversaries with the quick-thinking machismo of a sumo wrestler thrown into a ring with a cunning and dangerous canine.
Tiger’s Ranveer stops at nothing. The trouble is, the film doesn’t know where to stop either. The original plot had some interesting twists and turns in the kidnapping drama.In the remake the drama of a distressed mother (DishaPatani, so one-note and so pale and pretty your heart reaches out to her for all the wrong reasons) and her saviour is converted into a loud scream-fest where everyone has a ‘bawl’.There is so much sound and fury in the storytelling that I was convinced it signified something . Alas, all I came away with was a convoluted attempt to regurgitate a solid thriller by injecting large doses of bombast and melodrama into the original.
4. Thugs Of Hindostan: Not done! You can’t take two of Bollywood’s biggest superstars Amitabh Bachchan and Aamir Khan together for the first time and then make a film that confounds your senses, boggles your mind and tries your patience.Thugs Of Hindostan did all of this, and more. It was guilty of many crimes, not the least of them being the rather strange attempt to pass off the corny as the epic, and the dishevelled as the spectacular. This is an overblown, undercooked piece of abomination masquerading as majestic when it is nothing of the sort. Speckled on top and hollow and dull inside this is the kind of con-job which a door-to-door salesman for an icky brand of perfume sells to you when your olfactory nerves are not working.
5. Love Soniya: This well-intended melodrama about human trafficking and child prostitution had its heart in the right place . Sadly, the perversities that ought to have galvanized the director into action, seem to finally drag the film down to the very level where the sub-human culture of the flesh trade exists.There is something fundamentally amiss in a film where a posse of capable actors get together to create a messy tribute to the Bleeding Heart’s Club. The narrative seems to be a diehard fan of its own righteousness. Often times, the sexual violence is repugnant not for being excessively graphic(which it is) but because the sadism seems to be disturbingly gratuitous,leading us into believing that in some cases , cinema about sexual violence gets so close to its subject that it loses its dispassion and ends up celebrating rather than abnegating the violence.Love Sonia meant well. No doubt about that.Regrettably , so does the guy who randomly shoots down innocent people in a pub as what he thinks to be solution to ethnic inundation.