Making a super-duper hit movie in India is really simple you know.
First things first, cast Shivaji Rao Gaekwad. That’s ‘Superstar Rajinikanth’ for the uninitiated. (The standard of people visiting this blog is falling daily – next you will tell me you do not know Lady Gaga !)
After you have done this, you can pretty much relax. I mean if you have the time and inclination then you may think about ancillary things like story, screenplay and the likes. These are not all that important once you have managed to net the God of South Indian movies.
And in case you are really unlucky ( And we are talking a special brand of bad luck here.. something on the lines of a black cat that has killed a sparrow, breaking thirteen mirrors while walking under a ladder !) and make a loss you can always get Rajnikanth to reimburse you out of his own pocket!
I cannot tell you how popular the guy (read God) is. Just casting him in a movie ensures that at least 2 million people will watch the flick. And that is just the combined population of the South Indian states. I hear that he also has a considerable fan following in Japan. Though honestly speaking, I have a suspicion that the Japanese have not yet realised that he is not speaking in Japanese. They might have mistaken it for a regional dialect of their native tongue.
Rajnikanth has become a brand name. Take this latest film, Endhiran. The movie has a highly original plot. Something to do with a scientist and his humanoid clone that turns rogue and tries to do hanky panky with his creator’s girlfriend. As lame a story that ever occurred to a stoned storyteller!
And yet movie halls have been bursting at the seams to accommodate all the people wanting to take a look at their star’s latest work.
The guy is bald, middle-aged and has a paunch. I mean if I looked like that not even my faithful dog would take a second look at me! And yet we have simply millions falling over each other to shake his hands! The man is something else.
Grady Hendrix has put it neatly when he said ..
“He is a force of nature. If a tiger had sex with a tornado and then their tiger-nado baby got married to an earthquake, their offspring would be Rajinikanth!”
Word has it that the guy has enough chutzpah to strangle you with a cordless phone and has made even the simply act of smoking a cigarette into a refined martial art.
Check out the video!
If You have not died laughing after watching this do go and watch Endhiran