Movies have wonderful names these days. Very apt.
For instance, umpteen people emerged from theatres claiming they indeed witnessed 7 khoons in the latest Vishal Bhardwaj flick. “Patience, sense, intelligence, expectation…” they cite some victim names when prompted. Others claim their heads were actually thumped on the hard floors of the Dhobi Ghat, so much so that they developed an ache.
So the point is, when I saw a theatrical promo of Anees Bazmee’s “Thank You” during a screening of The King’s Speech at E-Square, I wasn’t the least bit surprised. The makers will certainly need several thank yous post-release.
Thank you for watching.
Thank you for not running out of the theatre.
Thank you for not throwing tomatoes at the screen.
In the trailer:
Akshay Kumar raises some hearty laughter, replete with never heard before sexist jokes.
Celina Jaitley has perfect expression in her cat eyes.
Sonam Kapoor once again proves her amazing mettle in film selection and eventually, performance execution.
Sunil Shetty is vintage wine…
…much like junior Deol who comes up for an encore after the tremendous success of
Teen Guna Torture Yamla Pagla Deewana.
And Irfan Khan, you ask? I’ll reserve comment.
Please don’t assume I am not genuine in the compliment-giving. It requires a tonne of courage (perhaps two-three tonnes) to film another expensive-looking mindless bubblegum with actors as talented as the likes of Celina and Sonam. Gasp, I have my hats off in awe.
Do you know the ground rules? Bikini-clad nymphs dancing on exotic beaches always work. Even better if they are American. (the foreign types usually don’t get how inane the jokes are and blush and flutter eyelashes invariably) Those scenes where the whole cast (and crew) is running about in skimpy clothing, often interrupted in their ramping and romping… ah they work too. Who needs a story when you have I-stole-your-pants-ha-ha-ha type goof ups? Shhhh, make that ha ha a little subtle, Pappa jag jaayega!
I hope the film will be a treat. Genuinely. But even if it turns out to be a classic cult comedy, I will send in my plaudits from three miles away.
I am very paranoid you see, about that tiny jelly like thing I have inside my head.