The new name of Nonsense - Ghajini!!

Warning: Watching this movie can cause severe head damage. Viewer discretion is advised. Only people w/o brains shall be able to suffer this cavalry. Incase you survive, you will beg to be a patient of anterograde amnesia so that you can forget this ordeal.

What happens when you blow up a balloon off its limits? It bursts. And that is what happened with my expectations with Ghajini. If you have to look at your watch seven times during a movie, believe me, it's not good for the movie! Half the way through the story, the director actually goofs-up with amnesia and anterograde amnesia! The songs all work in conjuction in slowing down the pace of the already sluggish film. Sometimes, it gives you a feel that you are watching a B grade South Indian film instead of a Hindi one. Rab ne bana di jodi, which till now I considered as  purely idiotic, lest funny, now appears as a box office  blockbuster. Aamir khans growls, just like his family pack body are all plastic. He is brilliant actor, I agree, but he fails to get into the mould of an action hero. 

For people who have already seen momento, the ghajini affair won't even be tolerable. The acumen that the plot of momento possesed is altogether missing from ghajini. After a point it becomes a hero-on-a-vengence-for-lovers-death movie that you have seen a zillion times. The disease itself is unconvincingy potrayed, as if Aamir is selctive of when to forget and when to not. The entire story is fairly predictable. Aamir's way of wrecking havoc over his enemies is indigestible. Asin is good. Jiah, as usual, boring. Aamir echelons lower than the DJ of Rang de Basanti.

The beauty of Momento was its simplicity and intelligensia of the plot. You could easily identify with Guy Pearce's forgetful character, which is not the case with Aamir's. The fim is salted with some cheap comedy with a Shahrukh look-alike which might impress the Reserve and First class audience. A.R. Rehaman's music is a BIG loser. You just can't believe that this is the same person who did the orchestra of Slumdog Millionaire. You won't even understand a word of Prasoon Joshi's lyrics. 

The only impressive scenes are Asin's brutal murder and the penultimate action scenes, because they were done without any gore or blood. Overall, Ghajini fails to impress; rather depresses. Don't waste your money on Ghajini as I did by going first-day-first-show. In the theatre Amir was tearing off his clothes, and outside the theatre I was tearing off my hair!

(..............And which type of person wears muscle clinging short shirts in the corporate world, please clarify!)

 I'll rather suggest to beg, borrow or steal the DVD of Slumdog Millionaire and watch it. Change my name if your heart doesn't jump out with joy after watching Slumdog.