I love the anticipation of savoring a succulent blueberry cheesecake, with its flawless presentation that is sinfully tempting, for it instantly transports one to experience a creamy, flavorful bite that bursts with piquancy on your palate, evoking memories of love, pain, laughter, and camaraderie associated with this dessert. When crafted with love, precision, and passion, a well-made blueberry cheesecake possesses the potential to unravel into a myriad of structured nuances, showcasing the innate craftsmanship that defines its existence through immaculate intelligence. Elegant and classy to look at, it weaves a tapestry of flavors that rhythmically dance on your taste buds, creating a tableau of memories, provided the chef and his team are consciously aware of the vision and its outcome.
However, what happens when the potential of a blueberry cheesecake fails to live up to expectations, turning out to be a damp squib or, better still, as insipid and dull as dishwater? In the case of “Tiger 3,” blame it on the cacophony of unwarranted situations which are intrinsically laced with chaotic poor execution, redundant screenplay with bland pan-like expressions, super powered by horrendous characterization, with silly VFX, and poor action sequences, where all these elements are fused together in a collage of circumstances that fail to deliver the outcome. Leaving my love for metaphors aside, unfortunately, the film lacks the luster that one would expect and fails to illuminate the screen – a huge catastrophe.
Following the processes of a hit formula, the maker at the helm of the “Tiger 3” movie operates like a scientist punctiliously working on an experiment. He meticulously fortifies and adheres to a tried-and-tested formula, akin to a chemist adding various chemicals in different proportions and %, ultimately creating a mundane wishy-washy concoction rather than the anticipated panacea for entertainment. The movie lacks the necessary spark or creativity that could elevate it beyond the ordinary.
Why? Why would you project and portray Tiger like this on celluloid? I mean, look who you have there, Salman Khan, hero of the masses and the box office in your movie. Unless the plan was to kill time-oh “TIME PASS,” the operation was “TIME PASS,” right? However, the movie was so cringe worthy that it didn’t even live up to it. Seems like somebody dropped their marbles somewhere, where mundane became the norm, and the operation was to execute the routine, by ticking off boxes on a checklist rather than immersing the audience in a captivating narrative.
The only saving grace of the entire movie was #srk @iamsrk entry, and his camaraderie with Salman interspersed with cute shenanigans. This blueberry cheesecake didn’t linger, for it left me yearning for a more delectable treat. Now whether it’s to be savored or devoured is entirely left to the audience’s discretion! I’ve written this poem only for “Tiger”, for he’s way above the ordinary and deserves more elegance than this!
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