Race 3: Iss Bewakoofi Ka Koi Ilaaj Nahin Hai


Race 3: Iss Bewakoofi Ka Koi Ilaaj Nahin Hai

Illustration: Shruti Yatam


n one of the multiple climaxes of Race 2 — widely hailed as Abbas Mastan’s trashiest creation yet — Saif Ali Khan and Deepika Padukone conspire to gift a royal middle finger to science. In the scene, they escape a burning plane that is mid-air in a flamboyant sports car. The plane explodes seconds after they zoom their way out, and crashes. Our gravity-defying leads on the other hand, sail mid-air for a while, before four parachutes pop out of their car’s four sides to help them find their way to the ground.

This scene’s casual dismissal of aerodynamics neatly summarises the ironic cult appeal of the Race franchise. It’s so illogical and trashy, but also so sleek, that you hate yourself for enjoying it. In fact, over the last 10 years, Bollywood has hardly come close to producing a guilty pleasure as consistently satisfying and incessantly dramatic as the Race franchise. Irrespective of how much torture it caused to the very concept of filmmaking, one thing was for sure: It guaranteed endless fun, and astounding twists and turns. The third installment of the franchise, Remo D’Souza’s Race 3 (or as a wise person aptly put it, “Salman Rojgar Yojana”), mercilessly undoes this in one second.