PK, along with Oh My God!, marks the coming of age of mainstream Bollywood as far as religion is concerned. Finally they catch up with regional cinema -- I can speak for at least Tamizh and Malayalam -- in branding the conventional understanding of religion as a whole stinking pile of bullshit.
If I am not mistaken, Tamizh cinema in the 60s and 70s and Malayalam beginning in the 80s have been consistently trashing religion -- even while they glorified it at the other end.
This courage to call a spade a spade is welcome, to put it very mildly.
PK is convoluted in parts. It has all the silly preachiness of a typical Aamir Khan movie. It has ridiculous romance injected into it. And Aamir, of course, will never be able to act in this lifetime. (All credit to him for showing the guts to play protagonist though)
But Rajkumar Hirani and his dialogue-writer deliver. Each line is a tight slap on the face of the swam-padre-mullah brigade. Each question a tight slap on the face of "their" god. Each example a complete stripping of the temple-hopper.
Wine in a mosque. Puja ki thaali in a church. Frauds in a temple.
This is just the dose of medicine this stupid religion-crazy nation needed at this time of the year.
Just don't miss it. Especially if you are the god-fearing kinds!
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