Movie Review: Simran…Or A Heroine Who Bungles In The American Casino Jungles
Here's the latest update from the world of Bollywood. We bet you wouldn't want to miss this. Read on for details... Despite weak direction and a shallow script, Kangana Ranaut rocks big-time...
“Ladkon ko patana toh art hai,” she declares joyously, establishing herself as a woman whose guts are in the right place. Asks she, quite cheesily of a hunky dude in a bar, “Are you feeling tired...because you're running in my mind?” And yo, she has a mild reflective moment or two, comparing herself to a butterly who has sprouted tiny wings. How cute is that.
Yet, all these marmalade one-liners aren’t the piece de resistance of Simran, directed by Hansal Mehta and co-written by Apurva Asrani and the leading lady of this Bollywood meets Americawood bank heist film. From whichever angle you look at it, the lady in question, Kangana Ranaut is the WOW factor. You can’t take your eyes off her in the course of this 124-minuter, which she dominates in the don’t-mess-with-me style of a dictator. Heil Ms Ranaut!
Dictator did I say? Right. As a 30-year-old Gujarati ‘ben’ settled in Georgia, who cares a hoot about her still stigma-carrying status of a ‘divorcee’, apri Praful Patel is aaha, brazenly bindaas. Everything she does – from clocking in at work as a hotel’s housekeeper, acquiring a cool apartment from the ‘minority’ quota, and arguing with her NRI daddyji from the old-fashioned school down to informing her suitor (Sohum) that she likes to steal, Praful is part-nutter, part-wonder-woman. So far, so yahoo. Here’s a Queen who wants to be King. Gender issues gaya shaak-bhaaji leva from the suppermarket.