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Major Saab
Starring: Amitabh Bachchan, Ajay Devgun,
Sonali Bendre
Director: Virender Raj Anand

Amitabh anyone? Anyday. The Khans, Deols and Devgans can hardly measure up to the larger-than-life dimensions of the Bachchan baritone and his brisk histrionics. They may be bright, chirpy and heady like champagne, but the ex-superstar is that well-brewed vintage wine which never really loses its tang.

Now this could be nostalgia for a lost world when popular cinema went by the name of Deewar, Zanjeer, Trishul and Kabhie Kabhie. When the big screen experience with its blown up characters, its exaggerated conflicts and its magniloquent verbal exchanges worked like Viagra for the marginalised millions. But the first-day-first-show applause that greeted Major Saab's grunts and grand expositions on courage, discipline and desh-bhakti were real and too recent to dismiss the actor as a has been with a long-lost appeal.

In fact, it is merely the Major's charisma which carries the film through, despite its ridiculous story-line and its bizarre situations. For the film's story, written by Santosh Saroj and Robin Bhatt, happens to be the corniest joke of the year. When, oh when has the Indian army brought out its entirestate-of-the-art weaponry to wage a war against a local Bihari dada (Mohan Joshi) who is hell bent on marrying the cadet's lady love to his evil son? "You bloody civilians!" yells the Major who perpetually roams around in the ceremonial uniform. He then takes out his missiles, builds up a secret force, steals through the gutters of the National Defence Academy and storms the fort-like haveli with his war cry: 'Don't mess with the army!" Obviously, it doesn't matter if the 'bloody civilians' carry on their sundry crimes, as long as they allow the marriage - almost a national issue - to transpire. A bloody mess of course.

But remember, there's Mr Bachchan who tries to add a touch of old world charm and dignity to this major scripting disaster. And yes, he succeeds. Specially when the camera looks up at him lovingly and he looks down at the viewers majestically, declaring : "Main Chahta hoon ke har Hindustani sher ki tarah jiye nahin to paida hote mar jaye!" (I want all Indians to live like lions or else perish at birth). When he cracks the whip at his rebellious cadet (Ajay Devgun) or sees his dead son in him and grows silken soft. And when he dons the pagri and breaks into a foot-stomping wedding number 'Sona sona', he is absolutely riveting.

Not quite the best from the Bachchan factory, but we can't really blame this on the Big B. Obviously, the towering inferno needs a bit of backup support from the rest of the team too. While Devgun and the duo of baddies (Ashish Vidyarthi and Mohan Joshi) adequately stand up to him and the music (Anand Raj Anand and Adesh Srivastava) is fresh and vibrant, the plot lets him down pathetically. Nevertheless, watch it for old time's sake.