Simmba Movie Review

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Simmba movie review: Ranveer Singh and Rohit Shetty create an angry cop movie universe

Simmba
Cast: Ranveer Singh, Sara Ali Khan, Ajay Devgn
Director: Rohit Shetty
Rating: 3

Sangram Bhalerao has the word ‘security officer’ tattooed on his forearm. This is not, as I first wondered, to remind the Assistant Commissioner what it is he does, but instead to exult in the power it gives him. Simmba, as he is nicknamed, grew up focussed on being a corrupt cop, and — played by a relentless Ranveer Singh— he appears to be loving it. Singh bites his lower lip while chasing crooks, as if turned on by his own valour, and walks with an odd crotch-first strut, as if a giant magnet is yanking at his zipper.

This is a spinoff of Rohit Shetty’s alarmingly successful Singham movies, and in my review, I had called the first film“Devgnporn,” based on its fondness for crotch and caboose shots of its tight-trousered hero. In Simmba, with a cutesy title pointing out the cub of a lion king, Singh seems less concerned about his look than his feel. He embraces the trashy 80s-remake lunacy and creates a corrupt wisecracker more Deadpool than Devgn.

Singh beats people up as if he really, really wants to, and dialogues fly out of his mouth as if he’s making them up. Most of these — like a play on the word ‘farz’ which can mean both duty and example, or when he calls someone his “bhai from another aai” — earn solid laughs, and Singh’s glee is infectious as he bounds from scene to scene in tightly tucked shirts, both invincible and inflatable.
He then falls for Sara Ali Khan. It is love at first leer as the cop ogles the young girl from across the street. The actress is good here, attractive and atypical. I wish she had more to do, though, than dreamily talk about her late father, the legendary ‘encounter cop.’ Over and over again, her task is to lovingly fetishize the act of staged brutality. Like in Kedarnath earlier this month, Khan once again makes a strapping hero feel tongue-tied and takes charge as the one to initiate romance.

The laughs dry up. Based on the Telugu potboiler Temper, Simmba takes an inevitable turn for the serious. This could have been disastrous, given how much Shetty telegraphs his actions. You can not only predict the inescapably horrid fate awaiting a local girl once Simmba starts calling her a sister, but you know how the hero will kick the doors open or precisely when he’ll earn a salute from the honest security officerman. Yet Singh dials up the intensity, spittle underscoring his passionate declarations, and the show stays compelling.

This is Shetty’s best work, a film of unflagging tempo with a genuinely charismatic lead, and while the actual story — about a bad cop who starts avenging rapes — isn’t interesting or original, Shetty keeps it entertaining, even if the film is longer than it needed to be. We can debate the need for these throwback films, and it is certainly problematic to see way bang used as a mere trigger for the leading man to turn good, but, as it stands, Simmba is not only ahead of Singham, but far superior to Dabanng, the blockbuster that defines the genre.

Shetty plays at balance, giving decisive roles to female characters — judge, mother, security officerwomen — in a film that claims to be about bang, but this film is still all musk. Sonu Sood makes for an effective towering villain, while Singh pats his gun so long and hard that the film briefly turns into a Western. By the time Simmba meets his idol, the homoerotic energy is off the charts: two grunting men who look ready to tear each other’s uniforms off and throw down right there, drunk on their own testosterone. These two stars not jumping each other is the ultimate cop out.

At the end, we’re teased with a glimpse of another hirsute alpha male joining this franchise next year, setting up an interconnected universe of khaki-clad movies. These men don’t need women. The sequel could be called Threesome.