MOVIE REVIEW
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review :
Mr. X
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nalloyed gobbledygook: two words are all that one
needs to sum up Mr X.But Vikram Bhatt's flashy film
(released also in 3D in case one is interested in thirddegree torture) runs for over two hours but does not
come up with even two-and-a-half scenes that can pass
muster.Two fluffy lines of dialogue in the film stick out
like sore thumbs and provide an inkling of the stale dynamics at work within its rickety structure. One, spoken
by a medicine researcher, goes thus: the more science
knows the more it realises that it knows little. Well, well,
we will never what that means! The other, spouted by
the hero himself, regurgitates a tattered cliché: all is fair
in love and war, and here we have both love and war. It
lab where an untested anti-radiation potion triggers total cell regeneration and turns him invisible.Alarmed at
first, he spots an opportunity in his new-found invisibility.
From behind the veil of his power, he decides to mount
an all-out assault on those that wronged him.Mr X picks
on the betrayers one by one and packs them off without
so much as a by your leave.His lost lady love - antiterrorist department colleague Sia Verma (Amyra Dastur) - sniffs him out, literally. A brush with Mr X in the
line of duty brings Sia close enough to Raghu to catch a
scent of the invisible man. Opposed to extra-legal methods of crime-busting, she decides to pursue Mr. X and
stop him in his tracks.Of course, the screenplay does
will take some doing to digest that. Mr X is indeed a love
story, too, but it is highly unlikely that anybody will fall in
love it.Mr X is a puerile thriller and a risible revenge saga
with a dash of random sci-fi thrown into the pot. The end
result is a deadly boring mish-mash. Anti-terror agent
Raghuram Rathod (Emraan Hashmi) is dragged into a
dirty game by his own boss, ACP Bhardwaj (Arunoday
Singh), who has his sight set on the post of Mumbai police commissioner. The vicious conspiracy, which centres on the elimination of the chief minister, culminates in
a refinery blaze. Raghu is given up for dead. But, thanks
to divine intervention, he survives. Clutching a mini idol
of Lord Krishna, Raghu emerges from the inferno resembling a walking lump of molten wax that is strong enough
to make a phone call. He ends up in a pharmaceutical
not care to explain how and why Raghu has retained his
original "bheeni bheeni khushboo (subtle body odour)"
after being scorched by a fire and altered by a medical
formula.But that is no big deal really given that he does
not show any external changes in the way he looks and
walks either.But let us not ask irrelevant questions. Mr X
is after all a Bollywood love story, and the world is yet to
evolve any credible science that can explain the myriad
illogicality that is part and parcel of the genre.There is
much worse here. The story of the film is set in Mumbai,
but the street scenes and the chases have clearly been
shot somewhere else in the world.The unique hero of
Mr X is visible only in direct sunlight and in blue neon-lit
settings. Take the hint: leave the man alone and steer
clear of darkened halls where he is displaying his wares.
30 | BOOM