Tees Maar Khan Review

Cast: Akshay Kumar, Katrina Kaif, Akshaye Khanna, Murali Sharma, Aman Verma, Apara Mehta.

Director: Farah Khan

With a track record of two successful outings with Shahrukh, Farah Khan decides to project a tale with Akshay Kumar in the thick of things. Her film craft remains the same. The mould, the content, the style remain the same. There lies the tragedy!!

Tees Maar Khan is an unpretentious film that demands you to suspend sanity, intelligence and sensitivity. It is bizarre. It is appalling how we waste wealth, effort and talent in scripts that our as bland as a patient’s diet. It is different to place genuine faith in such an end-product unless you are condescending or build your product on the belief that the consumers are active members of Club Nincompoop.

It is the job to tell the story, talk of stars, search the origin, look at the technical factor and deliver an opinion. When the product is as chaotic as this and defies many a sensitivity, the time to respond in similar fashion is a justification.

Let’s thus get the tale to its minimum. Tees Maar Khan deals with this super-con Tabrez Mirza Khan (Akshay Kumar) who was just showcased his skillsets on an international flight with two morons Chatarjee(Aman Verma) and Banerjee (Murali Sharma) supposedly bring him to India. At home our conman has a team of three good for nothings, a mom (Apara Mehta) and a girl friend Anya (Katrina Kaif) with stardust in her mind and dust in her brains. His immediate task is to ‘trackjack’ a transporting jewellery of some mind-bogging value. Trust him to plan the most ridiculous scheme – which only a big-bag film makers (ala Farah Khan) indulge in. He ropes in Atish Kapoor (Akshaye Khanna) who is obsessed about the Oscar. In short Farah Khan (Director) and Shirish Kunder (script writer) do up about 140 minutes of celluloid only to have a snide dig at Aamir Khan, who honestly speaking is still out best chance (alongside a Kamal Hassan!) to the Oscar.

A few moments of laughter is what the collective audience is willing to give. The exhaustion is all too visible. It appears that Farah is willing to get louder with each film and less apologetic. Tongue – in – cheek sometimes, but loud ever so often, this is not humour, fun or comedy. It is a conspiracy to throw stars and hide the dust. There is no carrot – only stick. To mistake any part of stick as carrot is the certain undoing of the ticket buyer. You buy a ticket – you get trouble free. To Farah Khan’s credit we can say: She did not deceive. She has lived up to her genre, her class, her image.

The script revolves around Akshay Kumar. His presence is compelling. One factor you can thank Farah is for not imposing the film and Shah Rukh on us!! Thanks for small mercies! Even Akshay Kumar goes overboard. Pace bowlers learn that sheer pace is no answer to swing. You need more than just pace. Akshay will do well to understand this sooner than later simply because Dame Luck and Hindi Films don’t offer that once too often. Yet Akshay still remains the mainstay. He too can be pulled up but you have others begging credibility before him. Akshay Khanna is perhaps loud to do a parody. While he does his best, perhaps he is a poor choice for the role. The likes of Ritesh and Tushar would surely have been better choices. Wonder how Farah got to the sensitive Akshay Kumar.

Katrina Kaif as the blonde is good. She almost gives you an outsider view of the ‘Hindi Film Heroine’ and does it with a whacky sense of timing. More importantly she delivers Sheila Ki Jawani – the one stop cause in the film.

Tees Maar Khan is a trickster. Is he or is it Farah Khan. That is the question.

L. Ravichander.