Movie Review: 'Dabangg 3'

There are three levels of torture: the most basic is boredom, next is lifelessness, and the crudest of all is Dabangg 3 kind. I don’t know what I just saw. Honestly, I felt like quitting the hall just after 20 minutes into the movie with my best tolerance levels on. I hung on to it just to see the depth of nadir. The movie beings with overly self-assured cop who can comfortably dance his way out of streaming bullets. His styles and unbearable spurts of shy laughs are the signals for villains to shit their pants. And he does that too often and too cheaply that you begin to ask question on your unavoidable need of continuing with the movie.

Anyway, so this one imposes the history of how Chulbul Pandey gets his name, and his first love. Also his non-cop life filled with nothingness except body building and idealistic intentions of a family boy. I am sure half the public in the theatre hall was not even giving rat’s ass to how his oh-so-unpredictable history would unfold to be. However, they didn’t have any other alternative but to let their brains keep aside.

Basically his history is more of Salman Khan’s message of how boys should act in the face of prevailing societal wrongs. Chulbul decides to give dowry for getting a girl and goes on financing his to-be wife’s education before they get hitched. He is head over heels in love with the girl who has accidentally charmed a villain as well. This baddie has a propensity to destroy whatever he thinks he can’t get – pretty time-saving ideology though. He becomes the reason for Mr Pandey to lose his first love and join the police force. And rest you know what happens – series of slow motions, forced bare chested appearances, earth-cracking blows, and Salman emerging the demigod.

All in all, Dabangg 3 lumbers along the laborious path with utterly unwanted songs and tacky dialogues. It is not a movie. It is a punishment of 2019.