God Tussi Great Ho has plenty of jokes - starting from the claim of its director that is not a copy of
Bruce Almighty. And just like that one, they are all pretty lame. Its problems, however, start much earlier.
To begin with, Bruce Almighty itself was a divine mistake, going down as one of the films with the biggest under-utilisation of the potential their concepts offered, and expectedly suffering badly at the BO. Trying to remake that one with Salman Khan - never the greatest of actors - in the lead playing a highly expressive character, then removing even whatever little depth the original movie had and instead trying David Dhawan style inanities, and fouling up big-time at even that, will only fetch more reviews than audiences.
Arun (Salman Khan) is a TV reporter who's messing up his shows, and lots of other stuff in life. Pissed as hell, he rants constantly at the heavens, until God (Amitabh Bachchan), in a rare moment of self-pity, decides to enter the debate. He invites Arun for a job interview, and offers him the mother of all jobs - His own - for 10 days, to take a call on their relative suitability for it.
Plenty of us think it should be the performance easiest to improve upon, but Arun, alas, has a plan of action that involves mostly making hay while the sun shines. He uses his new-found powers to skunk his rival in work and love (Sohail Khan), win the woman of his dreams Alia (Priyanka Chopra), and clean up some domestic woes. Then he clicks the Grant All option in the Requests menu to help the rest of mankind, and all hell breaks loose.
You could think of a million things to do with the power Arun has, and if granting writer/director Rumi Jaffery some script-writing prowess ranks high among those, you'd probably have enough people backing you to start a freedom struggle. Indeed, the astounding lack of intelligence in this one makes it all look like a Rubik's Cube in a monkey's hand.
Amitabh Bachchan was always the one who could come out of this one with the best reviews, and he unfortunately has a role spanning 5 minutes, not counting a song that should be banned in all countries where people can hear or see. Salman Khan looks comic when he's trying to be serious, and serious when he's trying to disown this film. And if you like some of the clothes he wears, you'll perhaps get your name in the credits of the movie. Priyanka tries to look dignified, but that requires divine help, and God is too busy trying to survive this movie Himself.
The songs in the movie (by Sajid-Wajid) pop up quite unwelcomely, and insist on finishing before the movie continues - Aa Chalti Kya is the sole saving grace. Style, that saviour of most comtemporary Bollywood films, goes for a toss, too, and what you have left at the end is a feeling that if you'd spent the same time on praying instead, maybe you'd have experienced this movie anyway, but with a far better script, and casting you.