Synopsis
An honest, small town cop is transferred to a big city that is controlled by a crime boss that he had once humiliated.
2011 Directed by Rohit Shetty
An honest, small town cop is transferred to a big city that is controlled by a crime boss that he had once humiliated.
สิงห์ฮาม มือปราบใจซื่อ, سينجام, סינגהאם, 모범경찰 싱감, Сингам, 雄狮, 雄獅
The most (unintentionally) anti-cop film I've seen in a long time. There's no way the filmmakers intended it, but the ending is deeply cynical as to who cops serve and how they go about achieving "justice."
It doesn't matter by knowing what is wrong... making wrong the right is what matters.
This one’s for DANIEL.
An absolutely bonkers, incredibly fiery out-in-the-open cat and mouse action-comedy that throws all the punches it can, lands every single one, and takes a handful of its own on the chin. The performances by Ajay Devgn and Prakash Raj are off the effing chain—combine that with slow motion every other second and some killer stunts and you have yourself a real gem. This is hands down the most cathartic, somewhat flawed riff I’ve seen of the justice system (especially considering films outside the US); a film that outright condemns the bad guys and praises the good guys yet shows how layered each…
gotta say I’d watch Ajay Devgn sing and writhe along to his own theme song any day. no shame in that. he’s a dang handsome man. like a timothy olyphant. but anyway there’s a scene where he beats up a fuckton of dudes outside a movie theater for stealing the scarf of a girl he slapped two scenes previous. he picks up a dude over his head. then just tosses him backwards casually. it’s some of the most unreal shit. I thought he was gonna throw him at the dude running away from the fight (who got slow motion gut-punched into spinning in the air) but instead Singham just bucks him over his head like a fucking haybale and starts…
Singham walks in slow motion. Singham wears aviator shades, and unbuttons his tightly fitting police uniform to reveal his chest. Singham likes to remove his belt to beat villains with. Singham has an awesome handlebar moustache and massive biceps.
Theres a song in the credits that introduces us to Singham (emerging topless out of water) telling us who he is and it's clear we're supposed to love this guy. He might unleash fury on the bad guys but he's a friend to kids and those in need. But the way the film takes his fascistic police behaviour to an extreme suggests that we're supposed to be a bit horrified too. By the end of the film surely anyone would be…
"Singham" is perhaps the strangest Bollywood action movie I've yet to see. It's very much in the vein of "Dabangg" and "Rowdy Rathore," with a khaki-clad, mustached cop kicking ass in the name of justice. But whereas those aforementioned movies built to a show-stopping finale where the bad guy and his goons got their violent comeuppance, "Singham" ends on an awfully downer note that seems to suggest the only way to fight widespread societal corruption is with more corruption.
While the film's many song-and-dance numbers hold up Singham's character as a paragon of virtue, by the time the credits roll our hero has had to compromise all of his values in order to stop the bad guys. What's worse is…