Starring: Yo Yo Honey Singh, Gurbani Judge, Parul Gulati, Achint Kaur, Mukul Dev, PavanMalhotra
Directed by: Vinnil Markan
Movie Review: Sometimes larger-than-life can be smaller than credibility. Casting singers as actors has always been problematic. Just because one can sing, it doesn’t mean one can act as well. When it comes to Yo Yo Honey Singh, even the singing ability is debatable.The rapper has earlier made futile attempts to prove himself an actor in eminently forgettable films.
In Zorawar, Mr Singh’s comeback vehicle , he goes all out to prove his eligibility in the race to filmy hero-giri.And what race. He’s introduced to us speeding on bike chasing terrorists while his senior orders him to wait for “back up”.
But Zorawar is on his trip .
When I say this is Honeyji’s comeback vehicle,I don’t mean that just as a metaphor. Mr Singh is actually a Punjabi superman who can lift automobiles. In a sequence straight out of an Arnold Schwarzenegger spoof(here, treated with heroic earnestness) Mr Singh playing Zorawar a government security agent,takes hold of a heavy vehicle carrying a bunch of eveteasing goons and turns it around.
This propensity for car seva is genealogical in Zorawar’s family. In a furiously fumigated flashback we see his screen dad(Mukul Dev) stop a speeding car with his bare hands .
Moral of the sequence: Rohit Shetty crashes cars. Yo Yo lifts them.
Lifting cars , flirting with PPYTs(Punjabi Pretty Young Things), breaking into clumsily composed rap numbers, saving a bus-load of children from a terror attack are just some of Mr Yo Yo/Zorawar’s talents. More than all the above Zorawar is a certifiable Mama’s Boy. When Mommy Dearest Achint Kaur(her trademark husky voice replaced by a whiny imposter dubbing artiste’s over-clipped tones) sobs about Zorawar’s missing Dad in Canada, like any devoted son Zorawar sets off for Canada to get Dad back.
The rest of the film seems blatantly inspired by Aa Ab Laut Chalen , the only film thatRishi Kapoor ever directed in his life. Would Yo Yo Honey Singh make another attempt to act after this? More to the point, does Zorawar find his Dad? Does this film find a centre to the constantly fluctuating plotline ? And who among the two leading ladies (one a nice wholesome Punjabi kudi the other a vampish villain’s moll) gets Mr Singh at the end?
Ah, choices choices!
The narrative’s mood swings are worthy of a shrink. We see Yo Yo talking serious about country, filial duties, love and other related topics, when suddenly he swerves into a a comic mode mid-sentence with the background score doing a suitable flip-flop.
It’s almost like Mr Singh is telling us, “Hey, all this tripe about me saving the country and looking for my father…don’t take it seriously, guys.”
We promise you, we won’t. In return you’ve to promise never to face the camera again. Never to waste talented actors like Pawan Malhotra, Mukul Dev and Achint Kaur reducing them to props while you, Mr Singh, take centrestage.It’s one thing to watch Diljit Dosanjhhog the limelight and take on anti-nationals in Ambarsariya. But to watch Honey Singh do the same is a sobering experience.