Iíve always been a fan of Manmohan Desai cinema, Farah Khanís unapologetic masala outings and Akshay Kumar. Farah Khanís stories have been shamelessly commercial and mass-driven the screenplays (by Khan and Abbas Tyrewala for Main Hoon Na, and Khan, Mayur Puri and Mushtaq Sheikh for Om Shanti Om) have been smartly written for universal acceptance and a hundred percent entertainment guarantee that has worked for both her films, thus ensuring a blockbuster status for them. And now, sheís back with Tees Maar Khan, a film that has been penned by her husband and editor Shirish Kunder, who has previously written and directed Jaan-E-Mann, which is yet another movie Iíve loved for its sheer honesty.
The film has a lot going for it, honestly. Sheila Ki Jawaani, Farah Khan, eye-catching promos and there you have it. It is the first film Farah Khanís doing without Shah Rukh Khan and his production company, thereby starting her own home production with Shirish Kunder. Instead, she signs Akshay Kumar and Katrina Kaif in lead roles, the latter's pairing with Kumar has always been a successful and compatible one on-screen.
But sometimes, when all looks good from the outside, it can deceive. Let me appropriately add here Farah Khan and Shirish Kunder have been bigger conmen than the title character theyíve created because theyíve presented to us a shiny exterior, but when we dig deeper we find nothing at all. This paragraph should be dedicated to the description of the synopsis of the story of this film, but itís very unfortunate I find it difficult to summarize the story here because the movie has none. Even so, Iíll try.
Thereís a certain guy called Tabrez Mirza Khan (played by Akshay Kumar in his most annoying avatar ever donned so far) who calls himself Tees Maar Khan and lives with his three stupid sidekicks who are even more annoying. He has a girlfriend Anya who does item numbers like Sheila Ki Jawaani for B-Grade films. His mother thinks heís a filmmaker. He does a few heists and then starts dancing to Wallah Re Wallah and Salman Khan comes to dance too for no apparent reason. He goes to a village to do a final heist and dons the avatar of a filmmaker here when he lands in a village. He makes a film starring his girlfriend and Aatish Kapoor (Akshaye Khanna, and can someone tell him, Please stop screaming) with the heist hiding under an innocent scene shoot. In the middle thereís another song and by the end you just end up pulling your hair as a better measure to pass your time because you know youíve paid for the tickets and youíve got to try and milk the worth out of it.
The first fifteen to twenty minutes manage to grab your attention somehow, but the rest of the film continues to degrade itself till it reaches a point of over-exaggeration no one can handle. Farah Khan has executed the screenplay barely well. The songs have been amazingly choreographed and shot but apart from Sheila ki Jawaani, which appears in those good fifteen minutes, the rest of the songs really donít hold any interest due to the extremely annoying reels that follow. Cinematography is good, but does one pay any attention to how beautiful the frame looks when all you want to do is run out of the hall youíre trapped in?
Editing by Kunder is a joke as three-fourths of the film should have been chopped off. Music by Vishal-Shekhar is not as good as their previous outings this year and Farah Khanís own Om Shanti Om. Shirish Kunderís title track is fun and foot tapping but doesnít make the movie any better. Sheila Ki Jawaani is my pick and Vishal Dadlaniís cameo as the lust-ridden director of the song is one of the couple of hilarious things in the film. Camerawork is neat.
Performances wise, Akshay Kumar does a pathetic job, though if looked at in a way, it isnít his fault he acted so bad, because of the cheesy script. Katrina Kaif is (surprisingly) one who makes the people laugh intentionally. Her upper-lip styled ďBachao's" with random repetitions of ďYou dirty dogĒ whenever, will end up making you smile if not crack up. Her bimbo act, however unrelated to the story, ends up being a silver lining in the cloud of a script.
Akshay Khanna made me cry; not at how amazing his performance was, but at the fact that such a gifted performer chose such a hideous role like this. Raghu Ram doesnít deserve anything to say. I saw some promise in him with his act in Jhootha Hi Sahi but I just donít feel like commenting about them here. Sachin Khedkar is another shocking waste of a performer here. We all know what heís capable of but here, the less said the better. Others are okay, considering the script was so bad anyway.
Well, of all the things that didnít work, a thing or two did. Farah Khan, as usual, conceives and executes amazing end credits here too. Katrina Kaif in her short role did pretty well. The elaborate choreography works in the songs that come by, but nothing improves the movie to make it even barely watchable.
Overall, this movieís a contemptible excuse in the name of cinema, comedy, entertainment and any and every word associated in relation with the above three. Bakwaas!