Starring: Tiger Shroff,Nathan Jones, Amrita Singh, Jacqueline Fernandez, K K Menon
Directed by: Remo d’Souza
It isn’t a bird. It isn’t a plane. And it’s definitely not Superman. Why must the desi super-hero behave like a country-cousin of his Hollywood counterpart?[wp-review id=”3655″]
Remo d’Souza who makes indigenous films based on western concepts such as the dance-competition genre which he made into ABCD(it was actually Ka Kha Ga Gha), here turns the super-hero genre on its head ….And Remo has a ball coiling twisting twirling Tiger Shroff—we all know how mouldable he is– in a ball of helpless heroism.
Tiger Shroff is the light of this light-hearted take on super-heroism. The young dancer-fighter can take a joke on himself even if it shows him to be less than heroic. There is a whole chunk of satirical heroism in the narrative where Aman/Flying Jatt goes out into the night to save the world…and comes home red-faced and humiliated to his bullying sodden mom(Amrita Singh , doing a Kirron Kher) and giggling brother(Gaurav Pandey,excellent) .
Dead Pool thereby drowns in its own laughter. And no one is seriously hurt by K K Menon’s over-the-top villainy ,even when Tiger’s adversary is an imposing monster of a man Raka(Nathan Jones) imported from the West but beaten to a pulp before the show is over.
What works wonderfully in the narrative’s favour is the mood of defiant desi-ness. No one here is trying to compete with the Captain Americas of the world, not even the special-effects guys who give us the kind of super-hero breeze-walk that we saw in Shaktimaan on Doordarshan. Then there is a magical tree with unfathomable miraculous powers where a rain-drenched fight(ably choreographed by Mohammed Amin Khatib) between Amanand Raka leaves the former with super-hero powers and a Sikh religious emblem imprinted on his back.
Tiger is a laugh riot in conveying the spellbound bewilderment of an ordinary guy who can suddenly fly….The narrative keeps pace with its sincerely committed hero most of the way, slowing down reverentially for an animation crash–course on Sikh history, as to why and how the adage of Sardarjis losing their equilibrium at the stroke of 12 came about.
It’s an interesting take on how the Sardarji jokes wound themselves into a joke out of a poignant moment in Sikh history. In a way Remo d’Souza attempts the same subversion of the super-hero in A Flying Jatt. He plays around with the tenets of the genre without tampering with the basic format.The narrative is never allowed to topple over the edge even when it reaches into recesses of thematic exploration far beyond the permissible boundaries of the super-hero film.There is aven a homage to the Prime Minister Swachch Bharat campaign with hordes of turbaned junior artistes sweeping roads and planting trees.
The end-result is funny and earnest.While Tiger Shroff, Gaurav Pandey and Amrita Singh look like one happy family Jacqueline Fernandez is the odd one out. I only remember her grinning vacuously and running towards the super-hero with two bottle-gourds in her hand.
Now that’s what we call a lauki performance.