When writer turned director Rumi Jaffery was asked if God Tussi Great Ho is a copy of Bruce Almighty, he denied it.
I wonder what the lie-detecting chair would indicate if he was posed with the same query in his talk-show within the movie, Jhooth Bole Kauva Kaate?
And even then, Bruce Almighty and God Tussi Great Ho have simply nothing in common. No sir, none of the original's crispy one-liners, zany humour, Jim Carey brand of facials or spontaneous endearment with a 'with great power comes greater responsibility' message to be found here.
Instead the rehash is as loud as its interior decoration, as uncool as Salman Khan's wardrobe, as ugly as Priyanka Chopra's nose-ring, and as brain-dead as Sohail Khan's performance.
How does it work really? One fine DVD later, a well-established writer decides to turn director. He gets this brainwave of using this million-dollar raking formula of a can't-go-wrong script (what happens when a down and out guy gets to be God for ten days), incorporates his own twisted sensibilities that lack both detail and imagination and then signs on a bunch of saleable stars. It's not the first time. It's definitely not the last time.
What I don't understand is the shocking level of complacency when it comes to creativity, which in case Bollywood forgot, film-making is all about.
I fail to understand why Amitabh Bachchan has to wear a replica of Morgan Freeman's wardrobe. I don't understand why the posters need the same bunch of fluffy white clouds against a blue sky. Can't think new, right? Can't think basic, either? And to think, Sohail's character, during some point in the movie, reprimands Salman with a 'Be original, yaar!'
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