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Right towards the end of Singham Returns, a dialogue is bunged in. It is borrowed from a popular long-running TV show involving a certain Inspector Daya and a door about to BE battered. Everyone in the audience cracked up. It was a relief, even if momentary, because the rest of the film is a drag.
Not for the lack of Rohit Shetty-style pyrotechnics. The sequel to Singham is chock-full of the usual car-on-jeep action. Explosions go off at regular intervals. Shootouts one really well shot occur frequently. For instance, last time, invincible cop Bajirao Singham cracks a carbine singlehandedly when the going gets tough. He also strides in slowmo down rows of cheering extras when he is not rising out of the water, droplets dripping down his bare rippling chest, male eye candy to his admiring lady love Avni (Kapoor Khan).
Its all there, including the strictly kindergarten-level plotting. This time around, the bad guy is a godman (Gupte) who wears white robes and does kaali kartoot, that includes rape, plunder and pillage. And the good guy is an elderly statesman (Kher), who is setting up a new party with yuva khoon.
Between the two is the brave cop Singham, whose chief job is spraying bullets and stopping the baddies in their tracks.
When a superstars leg is pulled, even if mildly, you are grateful. Because you know everyone is in on it the star, the director, and the audience. Devgns very buff, Singham is also smartly made the butt of an ageist joke, with both his colleagues and his girl poking fun at his looking older. We smile. But it is choked off right there, and a distinctly worn Devgn goes right back to being dour and heavyfooted.
Guptes maniacally over-the-top 80s style dhoort sadhu is just right for Shettys comic-book style. Thats what worked in Shettys previous outing Chennai Express, in which Shah Rukh Khan busily sent himself up with a nudge-and-a-wink. His leading lady, Deepika, was even more fun. The film was broad and corny, but it worked because of the irrepressible lead pair and the directors determination to not ruin all that rapid-fire Tamil by translation, and the addition of dollops of cheese.
Here, the action shifts to Mumbai, with the film ratcheting its Maratha pride to the max. You can put yourself out to catch some contemporary political references (an old Gandhian neta with shades of Anna, gathering