Akshay Kumar likes to break into an occasional jig or two. In Gold, he might happen to be playing the role of an Indian hockey team manager, but that doesn’t necessarily preclude him from baring his thighs and gyrating in a manner that would put Shakira’s much-vaunted hips to shame. “Dil mein mere phutte hain masti ke waterfall. Aaj na puchho haal mera bas dekho meri chaal,” this leader of independent India’s first ever successful pursuit of Olympic glory declares, even as he goes on to unbutton his tuxedo, squeeze his wife’s cheek, stick his tongue out and flap his outstretched hands vigorously like a crow struck by lightning mid-flight.
Given how marvelously things panned out for Tapan Das, the aforementioned manager, in the 1948 Summer Olympics in London, I guess this is a routine that ought to be co-opted by other successful mentors of his ilk. One can, for instance, imagine the mortifying spectacle of Sir Alex Ferguson exhorting upon his Manchester United boys to embrace English Premiership stardom by breaking into a moonwalk each time they step out onto the field.