Starring Akshay Kumar Boss is one of the most shoddily-directed, pathetically-written and mind numbingly insipid expenditures of two and a half hours that you’ll have subjected yourself to this year.
The film is a remake of the Malayalam movie Pokkiri Raja and seems to have been rushed into production the second Simbly South remakes like Rowdy Rathore scored box office platinum. It is shamelessly mediocre cinematic swill posing as masala entertainment. Hired to create this masterpiece is Mr Anthony D’Souza, the filmmaker who gave us Blue along with the writer duo of Farhad-Sajid.Boss is the story of a delinquent who loses his upright father’s respect after a series of violent incidents and ends up as the protégé of the don Big Boss (Danny Denzongpa). The dark-skinned teenager grows up into the fair-skinned Akshay Kumar, just one of the many miracles this film conjures up. Boss, as he is known, is a Robin Hood-esque figure who helps the poor while living in a Rajasthani haveli surrounded by men in purple suits with keffiyehs around their shoulders. Boss is contracted to kill Shiv (Shiv Pandit) who turns out to be his long-lost brother. Shiv’s crime is that he has fallen in love with the sister of a psychotic cop (Ronit Roy), who wants to marry her off to the buffoonish son of a corrupt minister. And on it goes, the 144 minutes zipping by but finally screeching to a halt in the overstretched climax, which ladles out some hoo-haa about family values.
In one scene of Boss, a melancholic and pained Mithun Chakraborty struggles with his crutch, looks pensively towards the camera and says, “Ghaav to wo bharte hai jo shareer pe lage ho. Ye ghaav to mere aatma pe laga hai.” (“Only physical wounds can heal. These wounds are upon my soul.”) It’s a meta line because it perfectly encapsulates the effect that Boss has on the viewer. It hurts your soul.
Not even Akshay Kumar is worth this torture.
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