Boss is so shamelessly hackneyed that it's perfectly safe to bring out one's inner Ed Bloom (uh, Big Fish?) and imagine/exaggerate situations that never really happen in a bid to keep oneself amused/alive.
For sometime, whenever the robust Ronit Roy walks into the frame, peers through his shiny aviators and states. I visualise a Kancha Cheena fan boy whose entry is marked by a super-creepy background score.
The Bloom technique, as it turns out, is no match for the gimmicky rehash of the Malayalam hit, Pokkiri Raja.
Director Anthony D'Souza's Boss is hell bent on assaulting the eardrums and senses with a vigorous spectacle of muscle- crunching/tossing/swirling/coiling action, a screeching soundtrack
Writers Farhad-Sajid are responsible for its 'plier-tier-shair' brand of wit. So, go ahead, take your pick between a) Johnny Lever b) Akshay's sweat instantly transforming into a *power* plant c) A rocking chair assembled from the bodies of a dozen or so burly men d) A ticking bomb planted in a buffoon's rear e) Shakti Kapoor as a plumber in a cameo f) A jogging track of enormous trucks g) A unfunny hat-tip to the proprietors of this over-the-top genre.
For the sake of synopsis, D'Souza slaps an outmoded plot in our direction -- the conscientious schoolteacher (Mithun Chakraborty), the misunderstood black sheep of a son (Akshay Kumar), the multiple flashbacks and farce, the surrogate daddy in a golden-hearted goon (dignified-as-ever Danny Denzongpa), the villain (Ronit Roy) with a kid sister (Aditi Rao Hydari in a two-piece bikini, probably a symbol for the brevity of her role), the hero with the kid brother (Shiv Pandit makes no impression), the usual drama, defiance.
In the plausibility-challenged schemes of Boss, a teen, tanned version of Hindi-speaking Akshay Kumar hurling a volley of coconuts on Sudesh Berry's unsuspecting skull grows up to be full-grown, fair and fit Haryanvi-spewing Akshay Kumar making audible mincemeat out of the baddies. Needless to say, it all takes place in slow motion. As if the monotony wasn't stretching long enough!
What's to be noted is how this renewed interest in 1980s filmmaking sensibilities is also reinforcing the Nirupa Roy/A K Hangal stereotype like never before. So after Phata Poster Nikla Hero's forced 'maa ki mamta' schmaltziness, it's Boss's turn to go overboard with what Sudhir (in Satte Pe Satta) called 'baap ki baapta'.
Speaking of the 1982 classic, its leading man Amitabh Bachchan lends his familiar baritone to introduce the silly premise of this sillier caper, which only works in spurts thanks to Akshay's ribbing and Ronit's rumble. Akshay's agility comes in handy during the stunt-filled chases that seem straight out of a Thums Up commercial.
Given the low benchmark of this genre, it's akin to praise when I say Boss is neither as absurd as Rowdy Rathore nor as ghastly as Policegiri.
When its intended attempts to tickle fail, Boss delivers a masterstroke in Mithun Chakraborty's hammy performance, letting his big Gollum's eyes and Raakhee-inspired sentimentality -- Aur woh aayega -- to do the trick. It's a moment of genuine mirth in a sham that's all title no thunder.
For sometime, whenever the robust Ronit Roy walks into the frame, peers through his shiny aviators and states. I visualise a Kancha Cheena fan boy whose entry is marked by a super-creepy background score.
The Bloom technique, as it turns out, is no match for the gimmicky rehash of the Malayalam hit, Pokkiri Raja.
Director Anthony D'Souza's Boss is hell bent on assaulting the eardrums and senses with a vigorous spectacle of muscle- crunching/tossing/swirling/coiling action, a screeching soundtrack
Writers Farhad-Sajid are responsible for its 'plier-tier-shair' brand of wit. So, go ahead, take your pick between a) Johnny Lever b) Akshay's sweat instantly transforming into a *power* plant c) A rocking chair assembled from the bodies of a dozen or so burly men d) A ticking bomb planted in a buffoon's rear e) Shakti Kapoor as a plumber in a cameo f) A jogging track of enormous trucks g) A unfunny hat-tip to the proprietors of this over-the-top genre.
For the sake of synopsis, D'Souza slaps an outmoded plot in our direction -- the conscientious schoolteacher (Mithun Chakraborty), the misunderstood black sheep of a son (Akshay Kumar), the multiple flashbacks and farce, the surrogate daddy in a golden-hearted goon (dignified-as-ever Danny Denzongpa), the villain (Ronit Roy) with a kid sister (Aditi Rao Hydari in a two-piece bikini, probably a symbol for the brevity of her role), the hero with the kid brother (Shiv Pandit makes no impression), the usual drama, defiance.
In the plausibility-challenged schemes of Boss, a teen, tanned version of Hindi-speaking Akshay Kumar hurling a volley of coconuts on Sudesh Berry's unsuspecting skull grows up to be full-grown, fair and fit Haryanvi-spewing Akshay Kumar making audible mincemeat out of the baddies. Needless to say, it all takes place in slow motion. As if the monotony wasn't stretching long enough!
What's to be noted is how this renewed interest in 1980s filmmaking sensibilities is also reinforcing the Nirupa Roy/A K Hangal stereotype like never before. So after Phata Poster Nikla Hero's forced 'maa ki mamta' schmaltziness, it's Boss's turn to go overboard with what Sudhir (in Satte Pe Satta) called 'baap ki baapta'.
Speaking of the 1982 classic, its leading man Amitabh Bachchan lends his familiar baritone to introduce the silly premise of this sillier caper, which only works in spurts thanks to Akshay's ribbing and Ronit's rumble. Akshay's agility comes in handy during the stunt-filled chases that seem straight out of a Thums Up commercial.
Given the low benchmark of this genre, it's akin to praise when I say Boss is neither as absurd as Rowdy Rathore nor as ghastly as Policegiri.
When its intended attempts to tickle fail, Boss delivers a masterstroke in Mithun Chakraborty's hammy performance, letting his big Gollum's eyes and Raakhee-inspired sentimentality -- Aur woh aayega -- to do the trick. It's a moment of genuine mirth in a sham that's all title no thunder.