In the dead core of age-old insipid recipe for a
perfect Bollywood love-story, if anything in Sabbir Khan’s ‘HEROPANTI’ really
looks garden-fresh besides the lead pair, is one comically emotional scene that
makes a highlight; sadly much later in the film.
When Prakash Raj, playing a dominating father of
the bride [Not for once but twice] and a heartless ‘Jaat’ crime-lord bound by
his own caste-procedurals finds out that his second daughter is also planning
to elope with someone on her wedding-day alike his elder daughter, he decides
to accompany the possible guy for the rest of wedding to ensure things happen
his own way. With a father trying his best to be not ashamed again in the eyes
of his own men, this scene alone dares to take the plot in a region hadn’t been
visited before. Sad part is, it comes at a point when you had lost all your
hopes to see anything good in the movie.
The launching vehicle of Jackie Shroff’s cute,
adorable and much flexible son Tiger, ‘HEROPANTI’ is nowhere close to be fresh,
new and novel in terms of content. You can foresee the events far from a mile. Girl
elopes on the D-day. Father with his goons takes boy’s friends in custody to
know whereabouts of the couple. One of the friends falls for the second
daughter…and the rest is, showcasing lots & lots of muscle-power, abruptly
put love songs and a pinch of the great Indian emotional drama, a shameless
rip-off from century’s most lovable DDLJ.
Film rides high with Tiger’s stretchy elastic
body-show in action sequences and dance numbers but when it comes to move the
muscles responsible for expressing emotions; he definitely looks clueless for
most parts. His never-ending effort to be ever-smiling on screen often lands
him in fumbled dialogue delivery and bad lip-syncing to songs. From verbal
sexist comments to acts of physical torture, there is constant offence against
women shown on regular interval. And it hurts. Badly. If that’s not all, you’ll
also find everyone just keep taking names incorrectly. ‘Rakesh’ becomes ‘Rajesh’
for more than a couple of times, but who wants to get into these small flaws
when you have bigger issues to notice.
With dashing looks and chiselled physique, Tiger
charms and shows off an impressive screen presence but has a lot bigger room
for improvisation in acting department. I wish his next to have more than just
backflips, splits, summersaults…and I am talking about acting here. Kriti
Sanon, surprisingly makes a much confident debut despite having a tinier room
to roam around. Prakash Raj plays an over-dramatic father of the bride, as if
smitten by the Karan Johar bug.
At the end, the film of such monotonous graph gets benefited
by the sparkling presence of Tiger Shroff but Tiger sure deserved better ignition
to take a flying start. Why on earth does every star-kid need a love-story as
his first outing, that too of the same congested box of dying rules? With 2
hour 26 min of duration, it is best to realise that you have more active cells
in the brain than the writer and maker of the film do. Listening to its
chartbusters on your favourite FM radio station could lure you to rush to the
nearest multiplex. Beware! Save the saving grace ‘Tiger’ for his next! [2/5]
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