Two weeks after everyone declared Thugs of Hindostan to be the worst film of 2018, we finally have a film that is all set to give it serious competition!
Bhaiaji Superhit is a mind-numbing and excruciating watch. There is no way I can soften the blow.
The only reason this film seems to have been put together is to capitalise on the fragile belief that Indian audiences refuse to grow up and will accept Sunny Deol in his “dhai kilo ka haath” avatar, never mind the plot or rather, the lack of it.
Mr Deol and his dhai kilo ka clenched fist feature prominently in this unbearable mess.
Deol is Bhaiaji, a Varanasi-based don with a golden heart. Only that the said heart has been broken by his wife, who has left him after a dramatic fight. Now Bhaiaji sheds copious tears every time he remembers her, and so wants to act in a film as a hero to profess his love for her.
There have been films with sillier storylines, and frankly, this one has a fairly decent ensemble cast. Yet, director Neeraj Pathak is simply unable to do make anything good of the stale, mediocre writing.
Sample this – our villain creatively named Helicopter Mishra says,“Helicopter Mishra udta nahi udata hai”. Our hero Bhaiaji says, “Main bhagta nahi bhagata hoon”! There are more facepalm-inducing scenes.
We are given a double role by Deol, which will make all his die-hard fans shudder, and an Amisha Patel pouting in backless blouses.
Preity Zinta, who is back on the big screen after a long time, comes up with a more cringe-worthy performance than her sordid interview making fun of the #MeToo movement. She plays Sapna Dubey, who wants to marry a man who can speak “Ingliss”. So, Bhaiaji proposes to her with an apparent “Ingliss song” – “tinkle tinkle little star I’m 3D tum se pyaar!”
The only one you feel genuinely bad for is Arshad Warsi. His comic timing is still enviably brilliant and yet Bollywood has pushed him to the brink where he finds himself in films like these. That’s tragic!
Sunny Deol has become a victim of his own larger-than-life on-screen persona. He needs an advisor and we would need a Crocin to tolerate the side-effects of this utterly boring film.
Half a Quint out of 5!
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