5 December,2014:Â The last Prabhu Dheva outing, â€˜R Rajkumarâ€™, was so unbearable that I thought I would be scarred for life. â€˜Action Jacksonâ€™ is almost as vile: the only reason I stuck around was to see if Ajay Devgn would start making like Prabhu Dheva by the end. No, he doesnâ€™t.
Thatâ€™s not the deal-breaker, though, because Ajay Devgnâ€™s never been much of a one to shake a leg. And thatâ€™s perfectly okay because not all men have to be able to dance to prove their macho-ness. Itâ€™s that he has agreed to star in a film that is so gratingly awful, whose women are either dumb dodos, or doped-out vixens and who submit to being dumped on all the time, and whose comedy track consists of a guy (Kunaal Roy Kapur) getting slapped, one, two.
I canâ€™t tell you more because there is nothing more. Ajay Devgn appears in a double role, the good-hearted â€˜gali ka goondaâ€™ Vishy, and his look-alike, the sword-wielder AJ whose chief ability is to slice and dice humans. Vishyâ€™s girl is the wide-eyed Khushi (Sonakshi Sinha); AJ is made to swing between two women, the goody-two-shoes Gautam, and the wild-eyed, coke-snorting Manasvi Mamgai, and face off with a villain who has, get this, a glass eye.
This could have been an entertainingly retro comic-book revenge saga, especially because it has a dashing bad girl who has more screen time, and much more neon-lit presence, than everyone else in the flick .
But Prabhu Dheva doesnâ€™t have the skill-sets to instill the that knowing edge into his material; he shows no awareness, in fact, that it is risible. He wants to do â€˜Kill Billâ€™ part 4, but he is, at heart, a contortionist-cum-choreographer with a tiresome, jaded appetite for blood. This is PB trying for QT and falling flat on his nimble toes.
Iâ€™m seriously tired of watching Sonakshi Sinha making faces which her directors are content passes off as acting. And Ajay Devgn doesnâ€™t need to stoop this low: so what if he canâ€™t dance, he can keep a straight face while delivering a joke. And he can waggle a sword. Even Rohit Shettyâ€™s brand of brainlessness is better than this straight-up disgusting fare.
If Prabhu Dheva had the smarts, he would have given Manasvi Mamgai a more filled-out part, and gone full leather-and-kink. But clearly that is not what the directors is after: his idea of entertainment is to have his leading lady gaze at the leading manâ€™s nether equipment and pass out.
Source:The Indian Express