The credits start rolling and I rush out to the men’s room. Do the required thing. Wash my hands and put them under the auto dryer which frugally blows hot air in a micro millimeter thin stream, which I have to search for all around that massive machine bolted to the wall. I find it after a 20 second search, dry my hands, and look in the mirror admiring my freshly shaved head.

The intentions are pretty clear. Non stop nonsense, no brains required. The idea is to tickle your funny bone. Director Rohit Shetty and writer Neeraj Vohra focus on the goal. To create a comedy, for an audience with the lowest recorded levels of intelligentsia.

Life is tough in this Car-porate. From stealing business information from the laptop of a CEO who’s in the snore zone after a marathon with a model slash call girl, to selling a contaminated drink call something something mint. Hint, Hint.

After watching a 90 minute show of the Bollywood movie, Alag, in part fast forward, part normal motion, I switched off my Bose Home Theater. Bose has sent me an official letter from their legal attorneys, which mentions, that Bose is in no way responsible, if I stress, stretch and shock the bejeezus out of their systems far beyond what they were intended to sustain. On my about to-pop-open cushion seams of my European sofa, sat two other people. To my right was,... well he needs no introduction,... Mr. Superman. And to my left was,... India's superhero,... Mr. Krrish.

Satire on Indiafm's review(?) on India's first superhero movie Krrish