Just exited from a show of the extraordinary ‘story’ of the legendary fakir...
I was like “ duh” . The story is anything but extraordinary. Wonder what a sincere Dhanush saw in this pathetic excuse of a story that continues in true Hollywood style pandering to that worn out lazy slum dog millionaire environ to stage a story that seems to have been written on half a full scape paper
The white actors none of who seem recognisable appear overawed to appear in the magical orient eastern movie sensing a possible Oscar purely for the poverty oozing sets that the academies so lusts for.
The directions story telling is so patchy and jerky that you never get to know the characters or feel for them. A French Father, am hard working Indian Mother ( incidentally the more sincere effort of the actor) some nonsense of going to the TOP of the Eiffel Tower and then sending a paper plane down , magic which seems to be used randomly to establish the main characters background, something about illegal immigrants , some dry English humour , a sudden musical launches by a British immigration officer ( the second character who tries to make something out of nothing ), unknown poor white actors spread across the landscape lazily mouthing dialogues without any feeling, Loy or poor people thrown in for good measure so that the west can savor. Absolutely No coherent script
A wasted opportunity really. I liked that small boy though who plays dhanush’s younger version .
One positive is that Indians don’t speak English in some whacked out way and are not mocked at and it is interesting to watch propah English in the slums of Mumbai.
When the slums do disappear from Mumbai as they will in the next three years , Hollywood will have an empty feeling.
An absolute waste of a perfect Sunday evening
I was like “ duh” . The story is anything but extraordinary. Wonder what a sincere Dhanush saw in this pathetic excuse of a story that continues in true Hollywood style pandering to that worn out lazy slum dog millionaire environ to stage a story that seems to have been written on half a full scape paper
The white actors none of who seem recognisable appear overawed to appear in the magical orient eastern movie sensing a possible Oscar purely for the poverty oozing sets that the academies so lusts for.
The directions story telling is so patchy and jerky that you never get to know the characters or feel for them. A French Father, am hard working Indian Mother ( incidentally the more sincere effort of the actor) some nonsense of going to the TOP of the Eiffel Tower and then sending a paper plane down , magic which seems to be used randomly to establish the main characters background, something about illegal immigrants , some dry English humour , a sudden musical launches by a British immigration officer ( the second character who tries to make something out of nothing ), unknown poor white actors spread across the landscape lazily mouthing dialogues without any feeling, Loy or poor people thrown in for good measure so that the west can savor. Absolutely No coherent script
A wasted opportunity really. I liked that small boy though who plays dhanush’s younger version .
One positive is that Indians don’t speak English in some whacked out way and are not mocked at and it is interesting to watch propah English in the slums of Mumbai.
When the slums do disappear from Mumbai as they will in the next three years , Hollywood will have an empty feeling.
An absolute waste of a perfect Sunday evening
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