Khiladi 786 Review

With all the Nihilism and Narcissism at his command Akshay Kumar announces his arrival as the Khiladi and even he fails to sustain interest in this loud (in the name of boisterous) stunt a minute outing. Ashish R. Mohan a onetime assistant of Rohit Shetty goes bonkers and demands that of the audience. Loud to an aching fault, the film is by design and achievement aimed at your nerves too.
To tell the story and talk about how the narration takes the story line and navigates the script is to credit a degree of credibility to the entire film and that would be serious injustice to the product and to what the maker set out to achieve. The look, the feel, the content, the decibel level, the performances, the humour are all and each over board and resemble some loony attempt to entertain.
A script of the kind dealing with two families each out doing the other in the hope that their children get married; a script that tells of the light hearted guy trying to woo the gal who has her heart elsewhere; blundering guys and adventurous gals; punjabi boisterous family meets culturally different family in matrimony have all been told and with success before. This time round the attempt is too brazen to entertain, to flippant to engage and surely too ridiculous to be talked of in any serious manner.
The script has a motley group of clichéd guys (and the gals are not even that!!). They are assigned the task of having to walk before the camera say a few lines look over dramatic, completely eschewing sanity and loud as if they are occupants of a planet gone deaf. They do not have any specific character of relevance or role of significance. They are Punjabi, Marathi and none else. In the case of the former it is being loud to a fault that is perceived as being genuine and real. This is now raised to the level of being nerve shattering and so so cliché ridden that it is well beyond being formulistic and predictable. It is demeaning and nearly lampooning. You also have semi-retired actors being brought out of hibernation and therefore being woefully out of touch with the needs and demands of the times.
Then you have the talented and reliable Akshay Kumar going berserk in the name of returning to the Khiladi claim. Garish and energised he takes the script by the horns and delivers yet again a performance too full of energy and too little in sanity. He obviously returns to his territory to reiterate that he is still a Khilladi and this nearly boomerangs. Pink and dark maroon seem to be his favourite colours and while his sense of timing is great his sense of picking a script is now seriously suspect. He needs to revisit his sensitivities lest his fans ditch him.
The one thing that can be said in favour of this film is that it is an improvement over his Joker and if you are his fan and a big one at that then you may tolerate the outing. Also if you are nostalgic about Mithun and are prepared to blotch the good impression, then too , you may be encouraged to sit through the film. Otherwise only a professional responsibility or a social commitment can keep in you in the theatre as long as the film meanders.
L.Ravichander