He’s back with a dabangg. And it’s a dishum-dishum delight all the way.
The movie has Salman Khan plastered across it from head to tail. The ‘pelvic choreography’, the terrific one-liners, the Desperado stunts, the maa dialogues... Seems Chulbul Pandey was born to butcher subtlety. Unabashedly loud and comic, the local Robinhood stamps into viewers’ hearts in his khaki and Ray-Ban (which relaxes on the back of his collar).
Surprise, he keeps his shirt for the most part. To be precise, till the climax. Then the white piece gets torn by itself, as Salman cries revenge and his muscles respond by a Hulk-like bulge.
The story smacks of the 70’s where the hero’s sole support system is his ailing mother (here, Dimple, wheezing in crisp cotton saris). Salman never gets it right with his stepfather (menacing Vinod Khanna) and stepbrother (dimwit Arbaaz Khan, also the producer of the film). And the family cracks are put to maximum use by the politician-cum-thug (Sonu Sood in fab abs and a good act).
Meanwhile, village belle Sonakshi Sinha (a fresh face with talent after a long time) ensures that Salman goes wide-eyed at her sight.
The romantic cop breaks into a song on Ms Sinha’s mast mast do nain. More music, including the chart-topper munni, gives Khan ample time to do (and overdo) his inimitable steps. But what calls for the whistles are the thunderous fights. An entertainer, especially for Salman fans.
