Anmol Sagar

Sometime I wonder that Indian movie makers must think that the Indian Audience are really dumb and that’s why they think that anything will go with them.  And surprisingly, sometimes, the audience proves them right.

Take for example the case of Ghajini. This was from the stables of the great actor/director and the usually sensible movie maker – Aamir. So I had to give it a fair chance… but OMG! How can someone make a movie with so many loop holes?  A 15 min short term memory loss problem or a complete loss of common sense problem? Given how the hero has to rip off his shirt every time he wakes up and how he yells and screams for his loss, one would guess that the whole movie would be just one series of ripping off shirt, trying to remember what the tattoos are supposed to remind him of, yelling and screaming in anger and poof… 15 mins are up! Time to start the whole process of remembering again. Jeez… they could have atleast given him memory span of ½ a day to make the story credible. And hey…this is not to miss… in this age of internet and superfast information flow, here is a Cell Phone Company Tycoon and no one knows what he looks like?? Rrrreeeaaalllyyy? You expect us to believe something that stupid? Or hows this for thinking the Audience are a bunch of Neanderthals… Mr. Cell phone company tycoon with memory loss is going crazy looking for a Mr. Ghajini. And he can figure out a solution to the complex problem of how to remember people, but no… he can’t sit on the net and google Mr. Ghajini? Come on…he’s the supposed CEO of a Pharma company… anyone should be able to find him… even memory loss suffering Psycho Cell Tycoon.   

Ok… let’s try and let go of the obvious omissions in the story line of Ghaniji and focus on the much touted Rab ne bana di Jodi… Love story of the common man or story of a wife cheating on Husband with Husband’s atler ego? I mean it’s ok…you don’t explain to me why she forced to marry Mr. Simpleton in the first place or why she feels so indebted to him… atleast explain to me how she cannot know her husband from crazy color riot of a Mr. Hep alter ego? Or maybe how she can possibly stand being near the irritating Mr. Hep?

Fine… I accept, I am a difficult person to please in terms of movies. Everyone who bothered to hear my nit picking issues out, said one thing to me… ‘When you go see Hindi Movies, you need to leave your brains outside and just have fun’. Maybe the movie makers are cashin in on the trend and are therefore making dumber and dumber movies.