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totally agree, actors like Ajay , SRK ve proved their mettle more than once nothing to prove over and over again ! We have seen SRK's acting calibre many a time ... Though I like him as Mohan or Kabir Khan more than Rahul or Om, I love him in any entertaining movie ... Most ppl disliked OSO but I loved him and DP in it, CE seems like another OSO ...
SRK took on a light film this time..he had a purpose,to make a massy family film.Looking at the BO,he has exceeded all expectations.Ajay Devgn is a talented actor..one doesn't expect to show his skills in a Rohit Shetty film.These are critics who are calling Shahrukh fans Srk-tards.Enjoy the success of the film and ignore the rest😛
Originally posted by: SRK-BEBO
Mihir , Amod r not critics. They r ceritified SRK haters, then jaju too.
When it comes to SRK films, they all try to find logic. Its fine to bash a movie on its content like Raja sen does.But Mihir kind of people r writing reviews not on films, but abt the presonal agendas. Actually these guys were made as critics through 2RS sites like KKR is saying? Was that a review? Its more like a gossip colomn which is trying to be funny but fell on face.😆
Originally posted by: Paani.Puri
Raja Sen's reviewReview: Rohit Shetty's Chennai Express
Kings, they are a-changin.
Six years ago, Deepika Padukone made a celebrated debut opposite Shah Rukh Khan in a rollicking entertainer that marvellously spoofed his stardom. At the time, her acting inabilities were cannily masked by the director giving her little to do except look staggering, and by Khan himself, carrying the film on the muscles of his tremendous charisma. Chennai Express is, in a way, full circle for that very lady as she ' enervated by box-office success and increasingly self-aware as an actress ' holds up her end of the film far better, and more consistently than her leading man. She makes an effort; he makes faces. And he's never seemed more at sea.
Rohit Shetty's Chennai Express is a curious beast, a film it seemed would lampoon the South Indian blockbuster ' those films we claim are cheesier and sillier than our own (and then remake with much fanfare) ' but happens to be, in fact, the diametric opposite. This is, in many ways, a full-throated tribute, a Sun TV Strikes Back statement of a film, where a typically cliched example of Southern style masala chugs along normally (and unironically) but is disrupted by a Bollywood actor who has no business there. Khan's Rahul plays the freak while the locals around him look at him dazed, befuddled by his buffoonery.
All the other actors in this enterprise, despite their one-note roles, conform to the universe of this film, to its reality, but Khan's having nothing of it. He performs in an inexplicably bizarre pitch, as if the filmmakers (and himself, the producer) decided that he should play it like a rejected 40s cartoon, like Daffy Duck gone awry. Khan yelps and squeaks and shrieks and bares fangs and pouts and, well, exhausts himself overcompensating at every step, despite nobody else in the film following this template so inanely animated it'd make Jim Carrey think twice. A looney out of tune, then.
It's a shame because Chennai Express is built on a simple enough bit of fluff, something that would truly have sparkled brightly in the hands of, say, an Imtiaz Ali, but something that would itself have been inherently more entertaining had Khan not been intent on looking an imbecile. In sum: Rahul, entrusted with his grandfather's ashes to be immersed down south, decides instead to hotfoot it to Goa and party with friends who have "arranged" NRI girls. He gets on to a train to throw his sweet, unsuspecting grandmother off his scent, and it is here he runs into Padukone's Meena, a pretty girl with an accent thicker than Mehmood. She's being kidnapped, he tries to speak up, and they're both frogmarched down to her village where her gangster father is told that our hero is her daughter's suitor. There, see? Simple, fun and the ensuing hijinks pretty much write themselves. Even with a few too many airborne jeeps, this could have been a daftly enjoyable lark. (But alas, we underestimate the power of a common Khan.)
Padukone, as said, pulls off her bit with panache. So confident is she that even her outlandish accent seems normal after a bit, and she commits to the role most enthusiastically. I'd comment on her comic timing if this film had any well-written gags, but by herself (and especially in comparison to her hero here) Padukone is a delight. She's visibly having a blast and her glee is infectious. She delivers a Bachchan line with lan, and is particularly awesome in a scene where ' in a nod to the southern horror clich ' she's casually possessed by a ghost. This may not be the most demanding of roles, but the actress revels in the madness around her and shines through like a bonafide star.
The first half of the film, with Khan monkeying about unfettered, is relentlessly awful. (Somebody confiscate his Steve McQueen t-shirt.) It is also ear-splittingly loud, with everyone seemingly yelling and the background score choosing not to background itself very much after all. The writing is bad enough to make a Priyadarshan film look subtle. In the second half, things get less asinine ' this is directly in proportion to Khan shutting up for a stretch ' but then the film takes turns rolling through many a overused filmi clich without ever managing to spoof them. Shah Rukh goes from being Daffy Duck to Ram Jaane, suddenly all melodramatic and quivery-voiced and so damned earnest that his character forgets that he doesn't know a word of Tamil, climactically rattling off complicated lines in the language.
There is one genuinely clever moment. It is the one bit of self-referencing that works, when Shah Rukh ' with the Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaayenge music playing ' stretches out his arm and yanks Deepika onto a moving train, before doing the same, complete with music, for each of the gigantic kidnappers chasing her. Super. For the rest of the film, Rohit Shetty made me feel more like a lovelorn Kajol than anybody should, and it had nothing to do with Simran: but damn, I missed Ajay Devgn.
Rating: One star
Chen? Naheee!
Chennai Express
Director: Rohit Shetty
Actors: Shah Rukh Khan, Deepika Padukone
Rating: *
By Mayank Shekhar
I saw Chennai Express about a month back. This was on a road-trip in Tamil Nadu. I watched a long set of semi-decrepit bogeys pass by lush green fields. The name over the windows looked familiar. It was a train of course, full of second-class non-AC compartments, which takes around 24 hours with 20 stops to travel from Mumbai to Chennai. Surely the passengers, frying in the merciless heat, don't care much for the inconvenience. They always knew what they were getting into.
That may not be so much the case with audiences of this film named after that train. Given the trailer, viewers inside the theatre will probably look out for two things: lots of crackerjack humour, and equal amounts of earth-shattering, gravity-defying assault on human bodies, cars, jeeps, and even the train—if budgets allow for it. Throughout, at least I couldn't spot a single moment that had me even mildly chuckling. I didn't hear too many people howling away from the seats behind me either. The stunts and 'car-nage' are mainly limited to two sequences—one before and the other after the interval—which is a really small fraction for a film that clocks over 140 minutes. So should you feel cheated, when seated in this tired train chugging to Chennai? Perhaps. Biting into funny parts first, let me express why.
The lead character here runs a halwai shop called why-why. His name is Rahul: "Naam toh suna hoga," he asks. This gentleman of course is Shah Rukh Khan, lest you forget, because every few minutes he chooses to remind you of it, referencing his previous films in dialogues, "My name is Rahul, I am not a terrorist" (My Name Is Khan), or songs "Chhamak Chholo" (RA.One), "Dard-e-Disco" (Om Shanti Om), or lyrics (Tamil words of the track "Jiya Jale" from Dil Se), or just randomly remembering "kali billi" from Don. This is supposed to be a spoof on SRK by Shah Rukh Khan, except you're not sure exactly what the joke is.
The comedy is basically centred on a North Indian bloke who finds himself in the middle of a South Indian village inhabited by ghastly looking, savage like, unkempt medieval men, who wield sickles and growl in a crazy language that I suppose our Punjabi fellow cannot understand. As if to compensate for racist humour, Rahul also visits another South Indian village, which is full of genteel and civilised folks. The film is one-fourth in Tamil, three-fourths in Hindi, subtitles to either is unnecessary, the dialogues are banal to begin with, the action is equally lame. Soundtrack (Vishal, Shekhar) is the only saving grace. The aim I guess is to take a tent-pole Bollywood 'festival film' and cross over down South with it. The end credits roll with a whole song dedicated to Thalaivar (Rajnikanth). Just so you know: Eid wishes everyone a Happy Rajnikanth!
The picture is directed by Rohit Shetty. So far all his films have starred Ajay Devgn, who usually plays it down, often remains restrained, to make up for a movie that is already loud and melodramatic. Khan does an over-the-top act in a picture that is over-the-top to start with. This can be quite jarring sometimes.
Rarely do you see a director's name being flashed so prominently in posters and promos of a film that is headlined by a super-star with a massive following of his own. Shetty deserves it on this one because his past three movies, which have either been remakes (Bol Bachchan, Singham) or a franchise flick (Golmaal 3) have apparently crossed the Rs 100 crore mark in box-office returns. That's the number which scares champagne corks in Bollywood. This movie's budget likewise would probably be close to Rs 100 crore itself. I'm told Shetty himself picked up Rs 20 crore to direct it.
So much for that. The picture still looks tackier than most low-budget stuff you may have seen lately. Lighting is shadowy in parts, camera sometimes zooms in on the hero's make-up, key sequences inside a running train or car appear as if they've been shot with a screen in the background. None of this should matter to a crowd hoping to be entertained somehow. The lead actor Khan has spent weeks before this film's release promoting and psyching up audiences for precisely that purpose, peering through every available window, hopping from a talent-hunt to a stand-up show to a soap opera, besides news conferences, press interviews. Without doubt he is the most spontaneous live act among all Indian leading men. He can be hugely amusing at television and public appearances.
You wish he could use some of that time and talent into the writing and making of this film instead. The planning I am sure is perfect. Deepika Padukone plays a South Indian girl Meena-mma (in an awesome accent, if you were watching a 2-minute promo; an annoying one if you were sitting through an entire movie). Taking a dig at SRK or Rahul's old age, she wonders if he is over 50 years old now. Rahul is offended. "This is such massy, single screen humour," he says, making known the genre of his flick where the face of whitening creams and multi-national brands gets his hands dirty and face bruised in a dusty village, beating up goons in white baniyan (though with Dolce And Gabbana sticking out from the vest strap), transporting himself from Switzerland and cushy multiplexes into South India, and small town Indian theatres, hopefully; urging everyone to never underestimate the power of the common man. Good for him. Good for us.
But what is all this about? The hero and heroine meet on the train Chennai Express. She is going home escorted by her dad's security guards so she can be married off. He is off to Goa. Does he know her, let alone love her? No. Why does he just not leave? I don't know. Why haven't you left yet? I know. You've paid for the ticket? Yes. Now just sit back and suffer.
Originally posted by: SRK-BEBO
ya I know..He skipped Don 2, but back again ..yes he is working for Mid day and first post which comes up with blind items abt SRK-PC daily..No wonders there actually. Still its not even a review.😵
https://youtu.be/dodDteh-m3Q?si=ON52jRuD25tPWbw1
https://www.indiaforums.com/article/vash-level-2-review-a-rare-sequel-that-unsettles-in-the-best-way-and-lingers-long-after_226452...
https://x.com/vivekagnihotri/status/1946940660067803443...
https://x.com/UmairSandu/status/1954571916745794046
https://x.com/umairsandu/status/1954950592771895651?s=46 Tis is review thread ?
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