Street Dancer 3D Review: Just Watch TikTok Instead

There’s no easy thanks to say this: rather than bothering with a script, director Remo D’Souza (A Flying Jatt, Race 3) and his writer Tushar Hiranandani should have just collated a bunch of TikTok videos and strung them together.

Because Street Dancer 3D is an alarmingly moronic film.

Varun Dhawan (Sehej) and Shraddha Kapoor (Inayat) play dancers who sleep in London but have their roots in India and Pakistan respectively. They get into violent battles (there’s a scene where Kapoor stabs a fork on Dhawan’s butt), waste an entire lot of food during a bar they patronise and usually live the shabby-chic life until Kapoor sees… poor people.

She’s so moved by their plight that her life changes. In one scene she is throwing donuts at a dude’s face, next thing you recognize , she creepily stares at homeless people eating leftovers. In fact, after watching them, she goes home and says, “Aaj main pet bhar ke khaoongi.”

I’m not making this up—there are unbearable scenes where the camera zooms in on homeless people as they devour leftovers. It’s the type of clueless exploitation which is embarrassing and discomforting to observe .

The reason? You gotta make a dance film that’s quite , just, you recognize dancing. But Remo, literally nobody, not one person, expects a movie about dancing (that too in 3D) to be a social commentary on the migrant crisis. There’s no beat thereto . But well, it’s Bollywood, and this is often probably their idea of alleviating guilt that comes with privilege? A CSR movie if you’ll .

In any case, Kapoor and Dhawan’s passive aggressive relationship and unreleased sexual tension finds its way on the dance floor; Nora Fatehi does what she’s exceedingly good at: mean moves; while somewhere out there, homeless people on the streets of London battle it out with the cops and therefore the climate. is that the title a metaphor for something deeper? Hmm.

What worked for the primary two movies was the very fact that it delivered on what it promised: dancing. the primary film, ABCD, had professional dancers as actors, the second had an easy yet engaging story aided by Kapoor and Dhawan’s star power. The third film is just sloppy: the dances aren’t too impressive, and no-one asked for this India-Pak-London love triangle.

And then there are the random, cliched speeches by Prabhudeva. In one segment he goes on and on about how “two negatives make a positive and united we stand, divided we fall.” Mr. Modi, are you listening? the thought is to unite the Indians and therefore the Pakistanis to become one team, win an ultimate dance face-off which can make award them with enough money for the… illegal immigrants… to be deported back home.

This articale taken refrence from huffingtonpost