PK

Film Review

overall: 4.5/5

A must watch!!

Language (Hindi)

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 What is a complete experience? In gastronomic terms, it is the feeling of licking your dish clean. Not with your fingers, whose surface area is far too small for satisfaction, but with your nose to the dish and your tongue sweeping it. Such behaviour has earned me much reproof, yet I persist; so does Aamir Khan persist in his natural course of crashing headlong into every social edifice, be it love, religion or ethics.
 Each collision throws up exasperated cries of “Peeke hai kya?” – “Are you tipsy?”, earning him the sobriquet “PK”.

As an alien, Aamir is a most benign naivete whose sole possession upon landing on Earth is a medallion-like communication device. This is snatched away from him and the crook thrusts an ancient transistor into the hands of the alien. This he carries with him till the end of his sojourn on Earth.

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His first friend is Bhairon Singh “Bhaaya”, affectionately played by Sanjay Dutt. Their fraternal bond is touching, and as the producer of the film commented, the tenderness of the bond is accentuated by the fact that Dutt’s sizeable physique shelters the diminutive one of the alien from those of the world’s cankers that the latter cannot even pronounce let alone circumvent.
 Once Aamir acquires the asset of language, the film is punctuated by his hilarious exclamations in Bhojpuri, a tongue which in my opinion is spoken with all the raw, unabashed irregularities of the heart. It has come to signify a deep familiarity and candour, which in ‘Dangal’ was shared between father and his daughters, and in ‘PK’ is shared between the bewildered alien and the hearts of his errant hosts.The alien wears his heart on his purloined sleeves, his guilelessness is heart-rending.

 

He tells Jaggu that from the moment he stepped o this planet, people had only been taking things from him until she had offered to pay for his ride back home. He says “andhar se feeling aaya ” that she is a trustworthy ‘gentleman’. The choice of words, the freedom to combine colloquy and eduring epithets in so unassuming yet descriptive a manner is a luxury of the eclectic medium of film.

 

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As with all the scenes in the movie, the innocuousness of his questions and statements attest his lucidity of reasoning while implicating the perversion of our own. The title of the film is paradoxical, for it is not the alien who is tipsy, it is humans who operate in varying degrees of intoxication from avarice, power and bigotry.
 Favourite scenes include Aamir telling Anushka that it is natural that the inmates of a planet should be naked. Crows are naked, as are all animals, would it not look strange if they were clothed?
  The scene that follows the haunting song “Bhagawan hai kahan re tu” rendered in the hypnotic rippling voice of Sonu Nigam, is one of the most poignant in the film – Aamir beseeches various incomplete idols of Hindu deities in a warehouse to return his “Remoteva”, his medallion, to no avail. In a surge of disillusionment, he rips off the various sacred threads and necklaces heavy upon his shoulders, scattering them on a rain-washed street. This scene marks a new beginning, an ablution of his ritual-ravage psyche.
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His germinating love for the young journalist is rudely crossed when he accesses her memories of her erstwhile Pakistani lover with whom her relationship was most unceremoniously terminated. Aamir’s tears, at this instance and others, are true, impassioned, stoic and, unlike many celluloid portrayals of sorrow, dignified. His tears are artistic and humane to the utmost – akin to a personification of sorrow. An emotion personified overwhelms the spectator with a montage of all the circumstances that could evoke that emotion. One is engulfed by the completeness of that experience, the fact that at that moment one does not merely wallow in but is submerged in the painful beauty of sorrow and all its worldly manifestations. One does not think, one is imbued, and this kind of engagement is characteristic of the fullest inspiration where one becomes a porous receptacle, concentrated yet all-permeating.
 I urge you to go ahead and indulge in this cinematic masterpiece, appreciate the humane treatment of themes like religion and race and the endearing solution provided. A visual treat Far more worth your attention than a certain historic, dramatic portrayal of a queen I would rather not mention.
  I came away with laughter and tears mingled, and that bungling yet extraordinarily adept little alien shall forever be ‘enshrined’ in my heart as a symbol of the quirks of the modus operandi of truth.