The last two weeks were proof of what’s wrong with Hindi cinema.
People with too much money investing in useless star sons because of their jeans genes.
There was Imran Khan’s Katti Batti (Read review here), which made Aamir Khan shed tears again.
But perhaps more painful was the remake of Hero, starring Chhota Bhai, who was ‘introduced’ by Bhai.
Now, I think I have not been subtle about my appreciation for Jackie Shroff. Jackie Shroff is cool.
Jackie Shroff cannot watch The Big Lebowski because it reminds him of himself too much.
Honestly, you don’t expect too much acting from someone who was launched by Salman Khan, the Indian God of Not Giving a Fuck.
But this guy was just terrible. I was enraged why they couldn’t find someone better to replace Jackie Shroff. I mean, Jackie Shroff was the bomb.
He literally came off the slums.
He used to spend his days hanging out, when someone told him to get a few pictures taken. That’s how Brother got into modeling, and then he was noticed by Dev Anand who gave him a small role in Swami Dada.
But it was when Subhash Ghai noticed him, changed his name from Jaikishan to Jackie, and directed him in Hero, things changed forever.
Jackie Shroff began to live his dream. He went on to star in over 200 films, and pick up three Filmfare awards. Somewhere down the line, dream and reality got muddled, with films like Naksha – a film that was written sometime in September, the month when you get the worst pot in the year.
Jackie Shroff epitomized the Indian fantasy. A man from the ghetto making it into the big, bad world of success. In fact, that was what made Jackie Shroff stand out from the rest of the stars of the time. Compared to the Kumars and the Kapoors, Jackie possessed that one defining quality of the Indian middle class back then. Poverty.
Jackie Shroff was thin, scruffy, and had none of the suave politeness of other heroes.
But this Pancholi fellow looks like any other guy. Rippling muscles, tattoos with his own name, fire beer in the belly.
But no matter how much you criticize the taste of the Indian audiences, there’s a limit to how much they are willing to take. They saw through the farce. They will go watch a fuck-all film like Ready starring Bhai. But won’t fall for the photoshopped , glitzy marketing of chhota bhai.
In a way, I am glad the film tanked. Fuck Sooraj Pancholi.
If I were a Bangladeshi, I’d have released a hate video in support of Jackie Shroff and say hateful things.
But I know Brother won’t like it, so I am letting the matter go. Brother is a non-violent sort of guy.