Ghajini: Gore, Bore, Snore.
When Aamir Khan goes out on a massive scale publicity blitzkrieg to promote his film – you should realize there is a problem. It simply isn’t his style. With Lagaan, the pre-release publicity has absolutely no mention of cricket being involved. So when the viewers saw it – they found it as a pleasant surprise. With TZP, the publicity was much limited. The film grew with word-of-mouth – and held on to screens for weeks. But with Ghajini, Aamir Khan went all out like the Bofors gun – shoot and scoot. The screens are booked already for the weekend. And before anybody realizes how sickening the film is – the film makers would have scooted away and be busy counting their money. The hit-and-run approach that they call it in Bollywood.
Coming back to Ghajini – the film is in two parts. One immensely delightful. The other equally nauseating. The first part is the flashback – where the hero-heroine go about their romance – and this is where Aamir, Asin and the film excel. And then the second part where tragedy strikes – the girl is lost, memory is lost and the plot, if there was one- is lost as well.
The storyline is linear, very predictable with no twists and turns. Girl and boy meet each other. Fall in love. Goon gets rid of the girl and the boy’s memory. Boy seeks revenge. When you are copying a film like Memento, at least they could have put in a little more effort.
Ghajini could be best watched on a DVD – where you can fast-forward every time you see Aamir in the weird hairstyle he sports. If you are interested in mindless spattering of blood, twisted necks and hammers hitting skulls, Ghajini could work for you.
Ghajini did manage to do one thing – ruin my Christmas.