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PK review in the magazine...

Been a while since I visited this place, I keep making notes (on my phone) of all the things I have to write about here, but I never get around to it. Anyway, here's the PK review I wrote for the church magazine... 
Having recently seen this movie, I thought I’d write about it and let you know why it’s causing a furore among the religious fanatics. The movie tells the story of an alien, portrayed by Amir Khan, who lands on earth sans clothes (the prudes in society took offence to this and launched campaigns to clothe his cardboard cut-outs), but with a glowing pendant around his neck. Apparently this pendant functions as a remote control to his spaceship, and it gets stolen by the first human he comes across. The rest of movie depicts his search for this pendant which ultimately details his search for God, because the answer he often gets when he starts his search is; only God can help you, only God knows where it is. The alien has no idea who God is, so he starts asking around and going to all these places of worship and confusing one religion with another. This leads to many comedic situations like the alien breaking a coconut in the church and after realising that a priest in church was lifting the chalice containing wine, he thinks that God prefers wine over coconut water. So he buys bottles of wine and starts walking to a mosque, cause someone told him God resides there too. And that’s how the name PK comes into play; when he does all these funny things, people ask him whether he is drunk: Peekay ho, kya? (did you drink?). And the alien begins to think his name is PK. So anyway, there is a self-proclaimed swami in this movie who is more corrupt than holy, and he gets hold of this pendant and tells his ardent followers that he received it from God in the Himalayas and he asks them for funds to build a temple. This no doubt, must have stuck a nerve with the saffron brigade who wanted PK banned, but thank God sense prevailed when the Supreme Court ruled in favour of the movie, saying that people who don’t like it shouldn’t watch the movie. 

PK is a satirical take on godmen and the blind belief they instill in the people. It is also a satire on the state of this country, as the alien PK says in the concluding part: It is okay to defecate, urinate, spit, shout and fight in public… but kissing, hugging and other displays of affection are not allowed here. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it… where we went wrong. 

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