Movie review: 'Jai Ho'
Cast: Salman Khan, Daisy Shah, Mohnish Behl, Danny Denzongpa, Tabu, Genelia DíSouza, Mahesh Manjrekar, Nadira Babbar, Ashmit Patel, Aditya Pancholi, Suniel Shetty, Varun Badola, Nauheed Cyrusi, Tulip Joshi
Director: Sohail Khan
The usual cautionary warning in the opening credits should have been replaced by this: in the making of this film, no Salman Khan fan was hurt. Because thatís all 'Jai Ho', like all Bhai vehicles, aspires to. But even for those that adore the man with agate bracelet, Iíd say his new flick is little more than a damp squib.
The faithful who had gathered to have themselves a time on the first day first show could only be roused on two counts: one when he is wading into the baddies, and the other when he is at the centre of a running joke involving the size of a young fellowís goolies, and the colour of a girlís underwear. Yes, thatís right.
The rest is a series of dismal scenes and gags which must have been written on an as-is-where-is basis, woven around an array of faces who wander about filling in space till Bhai comes on to kick more butt. Oh, he/she is also in the film? Quick, write a few lines, and send them off.
Jai ( Khan) is an ex-Army Ďaam aadmií who wants to propagate the power of three. Do good, and tell the recipient of the deed to spread the word among three people, and those three to three more, and so on. It is not even original, because the film is a remake of the Chiranjeevi-starrer ĎStaliní. ĎJai Hoí has the loose, scattered quality of bad South remakes, and it doesnít help that the Bhaiís love interest (Daisy Shah) is singularly uninspiring, whose only performing asset is her very flexible waist.
This must have been set up to be Salmanís 'Munnabhaií, the guy who wants to be a do-gooder, and eradicate all evil. But it ends up as an unimaginative gore-fest, interspersed with some ghastly bits and pieces. On top of that list is the horribly exploitative side-story of a physically challenged girl ( is this what Genelia DíSouza sunk to?), just a notch above a poor 'auto-wala' who is done good to by a stubbly drunk, and a little girl with a wooden arm. Itís enough to make a grown man cry, which our hero does. Thrice, in case you were counting.
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