This is not a movie. It is totally a propaganda I would love to call. I think worst of Bollywood ever as well as worst of Aamir and RK Hirani. This is never a realistic or an entertaining movie. So sad Bollywood, can make some social movie for our country. So disappointed by them!! They are also sold to the anti national elements.

Starting off with a cleavage-revealing, poem-loving Indian Jaggu (Anushka Sharma masquerading as Donald Duck), the story hits the cliché bumper right at the beginning. In a Belgian city infested with Hindi-speaking Indians, she falls in love with a Pakistani (typecast Sushant Singh Rajput), which, of course, her pious family prohibits. Following another cliché, which is made to not look like a cliché at a later period, Jaggu becomes a TV reporter out of thin air. Then comes the alien and helps her ante up the viewer ratings of the channel she works for. The alien PK (Aamir Khan), all his characteristics a gimmick, from his language to his nuances, acts so dumb, I started losing faith in science as well. Jaggu's family is forgotten both by Jaggu and the audience, only to be reminded later by the shaky screenplay.

This personality, which is supposed to intrigue the audience, asks certain questions we already have heard before. He tries to answer these questions like an Engineering student answering in an oral examination. The similarity: diplomacy. He quickly acclimatizes himself according the traits of human beings and that is when Hirani's fading creativity emerges into the silver screen. PK lands in Rajasthan where humans are busy sharing bodily liquids in cars with open windows. Even if it was a way of addressing the issue, I'm afraid the film should be categorized as an NGO or even better "the moral police."

PK successfully addresses issues such as Pakistan-India conflicts, value of Gandhiji as a figure in currency notes, God's existence, culture, tradition, religious orientations, religion per se, religious practices, marriage, sex, terrorism (at a laughable juncture), cigarette smoking, and alcohol consumption (to name a few). But it never absolves the purportedly guilty audience by providing any answers, hacks, or tweaks to sort out or cleanse these issues. Much like how ineffective the statutory warnings that play before the beginning of Indian movies are, PK, as a celluloid, fails to pull itself together and emphasize on a point.

The direction is fine, but the ridiculous screenplay contributes to an array of goof-ups, and eventually gives birth to nonsense. Many primary characters in the film are seen laughing in most of the frames, probably to remind the audience to laugh along, because as far as an agnostic like me is concerned, I may have chuckled 2-3 times. The narration tries so hard to induce humor, it ends up exhausting itself.

BOTTOM LINE: Other than blatant addresser of few serious issues, PK could best be described as a united advertisement for Duracell batteries, monsterjobs.com, Vijay Sales, and Maruti SX4 which all had the single advantage of being endorsed by Aamir Khan, arguably an epitome of creative-guy-to-naive-guy story.