There are two kinds of foreign audience oriented films. One, the kind that panders to the Western perceptions of India and Indian-ism, and the other, the sort that dishes up a pop Punjabi flavor to appeal to the huge NRI community. No prizes for guessing which kind Namastey London is.
That is not to take away from Akshay Kumar's immense appeal here, or the fact that the film remains largely likeable, but the saccharine sweet presentation, the incessant jibes at the firangs, and the quasi-jingoistic desi flavor do lend themselves to a certain manufactured sense of b....