This blog post is almost a month late, but nevertheless. Not a proper review-review, but more like an opinion on the movie.
What is wrong with Shah Rukh Khan? Really, what is it that caused him to go ballistic enough to shove his latest film down our throats? For atleast a month before Ra.One released, all you could see on your TV, read in your daily newspaper, hear of the radio, taste in your Horlicks and smell in the air was Ra.One. Ra.One and more Ra.One. An assault on the senses, quite literally. If only, IF only dear SRK had spent ONE-TENTH of the publicity time on improving the storyline. IF. ONLY.
The first grouse I have with the movie is about the portrayal of South Indians. Oh, believe me, South Indians do NOT eat curd with noodles. No, we do NOT do power yoga. And god save me, we do NOT, do NOT say 'aiyyo' all the time! And it is quite amazing that a Dilliwala superstar (SRK), Bihari director (Anubhav Sinha) and a two North Indian scriptwriters (Kanika Dhillon and Mushtaq Sheikh) put all of their genius heads together and wrote a bunch of spit-in-your-face lame ass Southie jokes and etched a stupid stereotypical character who searches for his 'kiss' in a blonde's cleavage. That too in a kiddie movie. The only thing that stopped me from screaming out loud and stabbing myself in the chest was the curiosity to find out how lower Hindi cinema can get.
The plot is the fucking dumbest I've ever heard of. Even Popcorn Khao Mast Ho Jao was a better watch. Super-smartie-Southie-dad develops a badass villian in his new video game to impress his son who doesn't even bother to talk to him properly. Ironically, this badass villian kills him in a quest to find the son. The super-dumb mother and son then drive their car recklessly all around London trying to escape from him (Duh, woman, don't you know? He has superpowers for Chrissakes!). The villian is just about to catch them when enter G.ONE, with his goody-goodness radiating out of his ass and saves the hysterical mother-son duo. Shit-scared, the mother wants to go back to India and takes the robotic hero back with her, replete with piercings on all parts of his body, even objectionable ones. In India, they shed 'water+NaCl', dance to Akon at Karva Chauth in South India (globalisation, here come thou!) and indulge in all sorts of antics in varying degrees of idiocies.
And don't even get me talking about the climax. I will puke right then and there on the irritating non-father-respecting kid's long hair. (What's with the hairstyle man?)
Don't get me wrong, I am SRK's biggest fan ever. I have been in love with him for 15 long years (I'm 17 now). I've loved every one of his movies till date and my ideal man is Raj Malhotra of DDLJ. His dimples make me weak-kneed and whenever he spreads his arms I want to bury myself in them. But what SRK missed out (in his own quest to become every Indian kid's superhero) was, quoting Spidey's uncle Ben, 'With great power, comes great responsibility.'
Now, SRK, you are India's biggest superstar. With that tag, we expect some level of responsibility from you. We truly loved your effort in revamping sci-fi in India and taking it to new levels. You could have worked at making it more bearable.
Nevertheless, we are willing to forgive this debacle of yours. Do better, sweetheart. We expect more from you.