Dabang President

Dabang President : My quick take on movie “G20” (Amazon prime)

If AR Murugadoss directs a Hindi film, we get Sikandar — all swagger, no subtlety; where style bulldozes substance and punchlines outnumber plot points. If a Telugu director helms one, it transforms into Jaat — where gravity takes a holiday and heroism is genetically inherited. Now picture these two powerhouses joining forces to make a Hollywood movie. The result? G20 — a gloriously exaggerated, proudly illogical action rollercoaster disguised as a geopolitical hostage thriller.

This isn’t your typical Die Hard rip-off or a Money Heist wannabe. The hostages here aren’t bank staff or tourists — they’re the VIPs of planet Earth, the actual heads of state from 20 nations, all cornered under one heavily guarded, now conveniently compromised roof. Imagine Model UN gatecrashed by an armed flash mob — with more national flags and far fewer functioning brain cells.

As bullets fly and chaos reigns, you’d expect the cavalry — CIA, MI6, Mossad — to come bursting through skylights. But nope. They’re all mysteriously missing, probably caught in a Zoom meeting or bogged down by paperwork. So, who saves the day? Enter the POTUS (President of the United States). Not your average diplomat — this one’s a dabang, ex-military juggernaut in a crisp power suit. She doesn’t believe in negotiations — only neutralisations. Forget red tape, she brings red rage. She doesn’t debate — she detonates. She doesn’t do diplomacy — she does dropkicks. She doesn’t walk into a room — she storms it, armed with one-liners and enough ammo to start a small war.

She leaps, shoots, stabs, and saves global democracy — all before dessert. The other world leaders just sit there — watching, blinking, and collectively rethinking their security budgets. The terrorists? Let’s just say they picked the wrong summit to mess with.

G20 isn’t here to win Oscars. It’s here to hijack your logic circuits and flood them with high-octane nonsense. It sits somewhere between satire, spoof, and a superhero origin story that no one asked for, but somehow got made anyway.

So yaar, let’s stop blaming Bollywood for serving us overcooked masala. Clearly, Hollywood’s been bingeing our stuff on the sly — and now they’re remixing it and presenting us without any Urvashi Rautelas.