Nov 03, 2007 05:25 AM
6032 Views
Disclaimer: After watching this movie I can very well say that there are only two type of people who will understand and like this movie – first ones would be people who smoke – as they can very well gel with what’s happening to Mr. K in the movie and second ones would be – people like me who were smokers but did quit indeed(as of now at least). If you fall in any of these categories – go ahead and watch it – if you still don’t like it – I will refund the money you invest in its tickets or best is to take a net link from me and watch it at home.
A little bit of history: It was I guess year 2002, I was not in talking terms with my parents(reasons still unknown) – broke off with my cousin in Delhi – was in between jobs where my last company’s settlement check was in my hand – I had an account with Corporation bank and they are closed on Mondays. To top it all the friend I had in the name of “A friend in need is a friend indeed” was equally broke like me – recently divorced and thrown out of house – had two Contessa Classics with a couple of things – no money for fuel – one of them had a flat tyre for about close to a month. We were sharing a two room flat – rent not paid for last one month types. Both were quite heavy smokers. A day came when we were finally left with 200/- in hand and had to survive Tuesday and Wednesday(half day) as by that time my settlement check wud be cleared. The big question was to “buy bread and cheese” or to buy “cigarettes”? Finally we decided that Bread can anyways come on credit from Pankaj Store(Sector 11 mother dairy mkt) but cigarettes we need to buy cash – LOL.
Now this movie reminded me of all those great days I had lived on this planet as a smoker but finally one day I too got married as that happens with all of us(Ravi! Ur next in queue buddy) and I did quit - right on that day or night as you may like to call it. I am still sentimental to think of that night 11th may 2005 when I had that last Gold Flake King Size on our roof top.
From the very beginning the body language of Mr. K is worth watching – I still cant get over those days when I will light up the first cigarette of the day and will stand in front of the mirror with the ciggy in between my lips on the right side – slightly close my right eye(due to smoke) and I was quite convinced that if not John Travolta – I can at least give a good competition to George Michael on looks and expressions. I will even take those big Ray Ban’s from my friend too to try while smoking.
Don’t give a s*hit of what’s happening around – when I smoke – I just smoke types. It was great to see him moving out of house with 5 packs in his hands – I loved that stuff.
Smoking in the bath tub was something I always enjoyed and cherished – till I was at my bro’s place as he had one – when I was on my own it was not such a good idea to even smoke in toilet as Indian seats give you that cheap feeling if you try smoking while…… ahem!
Smoking while driving is fun, it really feels great to hold the ciggy between your first two fingers and still be able to change the gears without spoiling it. It feels good to see the pack and the lighter sliding down left and right on the top of the dash board with each turn and I will take a hard left turn so they both come my way and I will grab them before they go away on the next right turn - try it sometime if you smoke and have a car too – LOL.
What I loved in this one was the attitude of Mr. K. you’ve got to be that rich to have a feel of that character and who else cud have done that any day better than John? He himself. The perfect balance of all the things required for the character – the only negative thing is that he doesn’t smokes in the real life(that’s what they are claiming now). A great guy, fundoo physic, cute wife, dunno what he does but makes enough money, ego is as high as mount Everest, nobody says no to him. Doesn’t have an idea how he came to this planet neither gives a crap about it. Has got a bro named “J” since he is “K” his elder has to be “J” – that’s a funny take. A chain smoker from birth – looks like.
It’s all about how life is while he smokes and how life takes a turn when he lands up at a baba’s place on his friends request to quit smoking. Smokers always take it as a challenge when they read or hear somewhere that there is this guy who can make you quit. He had no idea how his life is going to take a topsy turvy turn once he lands inside the babas stable.
It’s a 5 step program, they make u sign a contract(an agreement thicker than a normal Ramayana book) and charge you 21 lacs for the same. That’s about it. You are ready to go home once you sign the contract.
Now the 5 steps were – if he smokes a cigarette after signing the contract – first thing – his brother wud be stuffed up in a room full of cig smoke – mind it Mr. J was suffering from acute Asthma. Second cig will have his mom spending a day in Gas chamber as they call it, third will have his bro stuffed up again till he dies, Fourth – Mr. K’s two fingers will be cut off, Fifth and the last one will send him to hell.
Now the big question is: how the hell they will come to know if our Mr. K smokes or not and there starts another funny journey – when he goes to the length and breadth of the world to hide behind the highest of stones and goes below the deepest of gorges to smoke and still gets caught. That’s fantastic – what an idea – look at the way they have handled it – Kudos to all – the writer – director – the cinematographer.
It indeed is a joy ride as it’s not on our expense Mr. K is running around the world confusing him and still getting deeper inside the trouble he had taken by signing the contract.
I don’t know why people disliked its climax – I loved that too. It really made me smile and go ear to ear to see that final Shot.
I am not disclosing it here as a couple of you might be interested in watching it out on your own – go ahead do that.
As they say smoking kills – it surely does – so just watch out the movie but don’t smoke – by the way science says something else – here is what I read quite some time back when I was a smoker(See I have already bragged so much about my smoking) that one cigarette cuts your life short by 2 minutes – similarly making love increases your life by 5 minutes – so the moral of the story is – A Smoking Fcuker Never Dies.
Ratings and comments are more than welcome.
