|Possibly all you ever need to know about, or see of, Jimmy.|
It's hard to know what to say about such a colossal failure. There is absolutely nothing done right or well in this film. If Rahul Dev is your most recognizable cast member, if the hero is backed by tracks of a baby crying, if Shakti Kapoor is playing a good-guy police officer, if the best thing about your project is the excessive Michael Jackson tribute, if your title song is called "Why not [hero's name]?", leaving the door wide open for us to point out the zillion reasons why not, THEN YOU ARE DEFINITELY DOING IT WRONG. According to imdb, neither the director, producers, nor writer has any credits to their name since this film came out.
Was this all a joke—a massive, industry-wide joke, perhaps masterminded by Mithun for all the nasty things people have said about some of his films over the decades? I find myself almost a little concerned for Mimoh. Why would you do this? WHY? It made you look an absolute fool.
Here are a few of the best Mimohments from the film.
In the aforementioned title song, someone decided Mimoh should dance in front of a big, back-lit fan. You know, just like Hrithik Roshan did in Dhoom 2. DO NOT COMPARE YOURSELF TO HRITHIK ROSHAN, EVEN IF YOUR DAD IS A MUCH BIGGER STAR THAN HIS WAS. It will only end in heartache. I actually thought Mimoh's dancing was the least awful thing about Jimmy, but he's no Hrithik. And speaking of, is it Hirthik's, or perhaps Salman's, influence (fault, if I'm feeling less charitable) that so many baby heroes have this notion that if they have huge muscles they are somehow automatically watchable in a lead role? I'm surprised this movie didn't kill that idea dead in the water more than four years ago.
The harder the movie tries to insist Jimmy is cool, the more certain we are that he is pathetic and ridiculous by every stretch of the imagination. This image is from the title song again, where we see that Jimmy has, among other accoutrements unveiled later like lots of too-tight Armani shirts, at least two classic phallic symbols, the drum kit that should be gathering dust in his parents' basement (oh but wait, his dad is dead, I think? Of course. Who cares), and a logo whose super-angry slashy lettering isn't even properly aligned.
It's too bad the name of this nightclub doesn't echo thematically into the song set there—and you can't even really make jokes about Mimoh's acting being zombie-like because his problem is much more misdirected and strangely applied effort rather than phoning it in—but the song is its own special kind of treat. Behold. And don't miss the end, which is punctuated with Mimoh throwing himself through the air, a stunt I've come to think of as his signature move.
But with Jimmy, surely someone was trying to make this work.Why would you bother to launch a non-chocolate-hero industry son who isn't easily, obviously, charmingly star-y (like Shahid, Hrithik, Imraan, Ranbir, though of course he's a special case) if you don't at least put some effort into it? If this is a vanity project, it's one that involves a lot of other people and, as far as I can tell form the credits and imdb, not the one person we would most assume would have the most invested in this and thus be tinkering and meddling. Where is Mithun's huge career in all of this? Side note: somewhere I read the very funny idea that perhaps Jimmy is a deliberately bad homage to Mithun's B movies, a theory that gains serious traction in any of the action sequences. As much as I would love to see such a film, this clearly isn't it. This is clearly earnest and Mimoh-centric. At a nuts and bolts level, the credits indicate that there was a proper team working on this and actual experienced people were involved. Director Raj N. Sippy did Satte Pe Satta and Inkaar; yes, they were long ago, but still. Writer Ranbir Pushp...wel, okay, I haven't seen any of his films, and I have heard nothing but howls of laughter about Return of Jewel Thief, but he's written over two dozen movies so should at least understand a bit about pacing and good plot twists. The music director, the sound crew, the editor, the cinematographer have all worked on many other films. But somehow Jimmy seems for all the world like someone's scrapped first project made in 1992. It's absolutely amateurish—loud, boring, really stupid plot, bizarre cast—for no reason at all.
But please don't think I mean that Jimmy is a sad waste of interesting potential. Definitely not. There is nothing good about it in either concept or execution. However, much, much good can be had of its consumption, as I hope the following links for further reading will suggest, because I just know I am not conveying the hilarity of this disaster
- A top unintentional comedy moment from other players in the film (and the source of the title of this post).
- A few of us had a little watchalong of Jimmy on Twitter, and you can follow our snark with the hashtag #JimmyAaja.
- Aspi captures some of the WTF of the film and a sampling of the many moods of Mimoh.
- Max Davinci posits a principle that really ought be named in honor of Mimoh, namely that "only when a son is terribly horrible do you realize how good his not-so-great father was," citing evidence like Feroz/Fardeen Khan and Jeetendra/Tushaar Kapoor.
Based on my own experience and reports from friends, Jimmy certainly holds entertainment value if viewed (or read about or discussed) in the proper setting and company. See the magic in Mimohtion at Shemaroo's youtube channel here. But heed my warning, friends: consider "the more, the merrier" as instructions for viewing, not merely a friendly invitation. GET MIMOHTIVATED!
Also, who's going to leave me more bad Mimoh puns in the comments? C'mon, you Mimoh you want to.