Thursday morning, I received a call from a pal – “Aliya, innu Superstarinte padam releaseaa” (Today our Superstars’ film is releasing).
I stuttered for a second.
There was no release of M&M, Dileep, Pritiviraj or even Fahad Fazil for a matter of fact that weekend. So I was caught unawares trying hard to figure out who this superstar was. Realising that I still had not got the answer to who the luminary was, he helped me out – “Nammude Panditinte padam aanu release”. (It’s our Pandit’s movie). Suddenly my eyes gleamed. I could not forget the fun I had when I had watched Pandit’s Krishnanum Radhayum, so it was too tempting to go in and relive the fun again.
I was trying to get mentally prepared to take the plunge when I realised it was time to go to office. On the way too, I was trying to get my mind into the Pandit groove, so that I am fully prepared to take on whatever is thrown at me by the superstar on the screen. I was recollecting the dialogues that went viral on YouTube and could not stop myself from bursting out laughing.
“Pani Paalum….” I thought in my mind, trying to control the laughter on my face.
Just reaching town, I happened to look around. To the ecstasy of gleaming eyes, the erotic posters of Jism 2 were all around the place. Everywhere, I could suddenly see people glancing with the corner of their eyes at Sunny Leone.
Fridays are usually tough decision making days. No, it’s not life changing, heart breaking decisions; rather it used to be which movie to watch over the weekend. This weekend, once the moment of truth arrived, it was a rather unusual choice to make – Sunny Leone versus Santosh Pandit.
The choice should have been rather obvious. But don’t know what made me stop taking a decision.
On one side, who would go for a Santosh Pandit movie looking at the review? On the flip side, would anyone pay Rs 100 to watch Sunny Leone in clothes when there are free downloads on the internet with nothing on?
Something inside me was telling to wait for one more day so that reviews start coming in.
Good decisions come from experience, and experience comes from bad decisions. I have had hundreds of instances previously where the decision to watch a movie was like the one Mohammed Azharuddin took after the toss at the World Cup Semi-final at Kolkata in 1996. The first ten minutes made it look like a good decision, but it ended up with the arena burning and the mass shouting profanities.
The inability to make a decision has often been passed off as patience. So I decided to be patient for one more day.
As expected, the next day, the reviews were out.
It seems Santosh Pandit has learned to make a movie. People expecting to see sub-standard work realised that they paid tickets to watch a movie that was technically as good as any ordinary Malayalam movie. The fun of watching a Pandit movie was in its poor and pitiable work, and the theepori dialogues. But the viewers were thoroughly disappointed. Superstar Santosh Pandit was no match for Krishnanum Radhayum.
If Superstar Santosh Pandit was like expecting to expecting Kenya to win a 5 match ODI series against Australia after winning the first match by a margin of 10 wickets, Jism 2 would seem like Virender Sehwag trying to do a Sunil Gavaskar by batting through the entire innings of an ODI match and scoring 36 not out in 50 overs. The review on Rediff was enough to get Jism 2 off my head. A phrase well written in the review – “Jism 2 makes even sex look boring”. What!!! Boring??? With Sunny Leone in it??? That’s the ultimate insult, by any standards.
So, the decisive box office war, the clash of the titans – Santosh Pandit versus Sunny Leone turned out to be a dud, like a Test Match washed out without a ball being bowled. It seemed better to catch both of them on YouTube rather than wasting time and currency on big screen. My weekend was saved from being a disaster, and serenely got back to holiday mode, watching TV and being a couch potato.
Hopefully, the coming weeks seem more promising, and easier choices on the cards with Friday, Husbands in Goa and many more round the corner.