When Logic died an Illogical death!

If an award could ever be given to the worst contrast in a day, I would be its winner hands down! I have had the worst possible contrast that one could ever manage. One fine Saturday evening, I saw one brilliantly crafted film ‘Gravity’ and wondered “When would Bollywood make something like that?” so in order to come back to square one, I ended up watching one of the most hilariously pathetic film ever made. It was called Deshdrohi!

There are good films and there are bad films. Deshdrohi falls into neither category simply because it is not worthy of being called a film. It stars Kamaal. R. Khan, who would well go down as the poor man’s Jerry Mouse and Gracy Singh who resembled a wrestler straight out of a fight along with other random actors.

The film starts off with KRK running in a way that would give Usain Bolt a whole lot of Superiority Complex. The song playing in the background goes by the lines “Mere Halaat ye kya hue hai khuda.”
(Look at my circumstances, o Lord!) This was exactly the song I ended up singing at the end of the movie, considering the feat I just pulled off. He jumps into a random train which takes him straight to Mumbai. Talk about accuracy here! In Mumbai, he meets Gracy Singh and some random turn of events let him ending up murdering over 10 people, who are supposedly villains. It is how you take it, but few moments in the film would let you end up laughing your guts out or you would feel like murdering KRK himself towards the end;

·         Gracy Singh rides a dirt bike in the film. Her helmet is so heavy that it knocks down the villain only by minor contact!

·         The most famous attribute of KRK in the film is his burping. His sounds while he falls of a cycle, thrown off a bus or even when he is shot is similar to a burp or a constipated person.

·         When KRK is shot thrice, Gracy Singh doesn’t come out of the car until the third shot and the moment she does, the driver of the car runs away with the vehicle!

·         After he is shot, Gracy Singh doesn’t have any mode of transport to ferry KRK to the hospital, so she chooses to do that in a hand cart. Considering the contrasts in their weight, she did that single handedly. KRK on the cart did not look like a person who was shot thrice, but was writhing like a woman gone into labour!

·         When Gracy Singh’s brother is shot dead, both she and KRK leave his blood soaked body in the middle of the street and head to Dubai to dance on a romantic song! Talk about disrespect!

·         And last but not the least; KRK’s revolver has infinite number of bullets. He keeps shooting people at will, without even reloading it. Guess he never played Virtua Cop when he was a kid.

KRK deserves full credit for the film. He has produced the film, acted in it, wrote the story, screenplay (They did not exist) and dialogues (Pathetic) of the film and even watched the movie on his own. He (does not) act like a dream, dances with a creepy smile like a man suffering from a fit, and cries worse than a daily soap heroine!

You still ask me for a rating? On the contrary, I should be rated five on five stars for sitting through the entire film and watching a massacre of film making and logic! 

“Mere halaat yeh kya hue hai khuda!”