Bande hain hum uske, hum pe kiska zor,
chahe kitna hype ho, na jaaye Dhoom ki our.
Three parallels can be drawn that would be reflective of
your emotions while watching the movie. First, The Great Indian Circus which is at
the centre of the film, should be the title of the movie which conveys the true
feeling for the film. Second, you would find yourself unblinkingly staring at
Kamali being far keener than Aamir was. And third, during some of the scenes
you would feel like subjecting yourself to the last act of Jackie Shroff.
Among many some of the bigger, specific problems I have with
this movie are - Katrina switches between Kamali the stunner and Kamali the
philosopher. You could find Katrina of ZNMD popping in between and giving the
gyaan of life saying "I am not a kaash
girl", implying the same philosophic line when she says just after the
passionate osculation with Hrithik "Mujhe
Afsos karna nahi aata". Jay (Abhishek Bachchan) , often seen unnecessarily
adjusting his glasses perched on his nose has no charisma of a shrewd cop and
looks like he had to accept the role because he was in the earlier versions of
the franchise. Saahir (Aamir) spares his life twice but in the end he turns
back with the fake passion, desperately showing how smartass he could get! The scene in which Ali (over-enthusiastic
Uday) convinces the defeated Jay to stay back and fight for his honour
indicates the same spirit which Aditya Chopra must have asked Abhishek to keep
for the movie. To add insult to injury, Jay crosses the limits of disgust
when he flaunts these dialogues,
"Aisi chandani mein chor ko pehli baar pakda hai" and to convey
his ideology that nights belong to thieves and mornings to police, he calls up
his assistant and demands, "I need a chopper and a SWAT team at sunrise". Had I not had the thin hope of seeing Katrina again I would have
left the hall right then.
Only Katrina is a treat, rest everything is bleak. Calling
Katrina hot would be a big understatement. Her stunning bod relentlessly exudes
a lot of steam especially the way she dances and leaves all her contemporaries
steaming out of jealousy. Aamir's certain facial expressions in casual outfits
give you the glimpse of Rancho of 3 Idiots whereas certain looks seem to be imported
from Ghajani before getting his head shaven. Yes there are some whooshing bike
chasing scenes but not at not at all jaw-dropping. The spark of the movie
should be the perspicacity of the villain and how he operates, how he escapes,
and how he flim-flams the entire police force. But here all we see is a
clean-shaven, revenge-hungry, middle-aged thief running down the building
facade with the shower of currency notes in the backdrop that leaves you assuming
that Saahir must have done something outstanding. It's Uday who sticks to his
guns, knows his role, and repeats it showing his irresistible doggish nature of
drooling over hot chicks.
It's all in all Aamir show with him consuming over two-third
of the screen time. The expectations of a kick-ass baddie got better of him
and he clearly looked misfit for the role despite certain spikes of acting that
he anyway manages to pull off with great ease. Only two things are perfect in the movie – Aamir’s abs and Katrina’s curves. Being a bit liberal I would
say this feebly scripted movie is not so disgusting that it can’t be watched at all.
But you can’t avoid the fact that Dhoom 3 brings with it doom
for free.
