Why does Bollywood feel that in order to make a good film you need about 60 people
on the screen shouting, flailing their arms about and generally creating ruckus
that would make a bat rush into sunlight? Here's one more of those highly inane
movies, a remake (of, incidentally, a Telugu film) that sucks, and sucks with
The story revolves around some three million characters, of which they seem to concentrate on the shenanigans of three specifically irritating couples. This triad includes Tabu and Chandrachur (who looks as if someone set a Maachis to his hair), Johnny Lever and Ketaki Dave (and her pet accent), and Vinay Anand and one Isha Koppikar. These are some regular middle class guys facing the universal problem of expenditure exceeding income.
Enter Jhumri (Juhi Chawla) with resident husband Bhim (Govinda) in tow - he stays at home, if you didn't get the drift. The whole role reversal thing zaps the three sati-Savitris, who decide that it is high time that they chucked the Channi and got themselves jobs. They decide to go ahead and get employed in an export unit. Now the chauvinism of the sub species - Indian Males - is known far and wide. And not ones to disappoint anybody, the three hubbies begin to put up a ruckus normally involving the wifes, their jobs and their own over-inflated egos.
A new maid, some scenes involving domestic violence, a couple of jhadoos, one or two chappals, some glycerine, a lot of mayhem and more blah blah blah later, we are subject to the much endured cliché of 'Bachchi ko dil ka problem hai, jaldi se 2 lakh ka intezaam karo.' Now who's gonna pick up the tab, the wife or the husband? They battle it out as the kid hyperventilates in the ICU.
Nobody let them into the big bad world of 'going Dutch', I guess, as all the couples exercise their vocal chords heartily. A lot of chaos older, we are led to believe that maybe the ending might be a good one. Yeah, pinch me, as the ladies return back to their usual 'Ayeji helloji' selves. Someone pass me the barf bag please.
Yeeesh! Does anyone want to nominate this one for the Razzies? Hey, one by one, please!
The only saving grace is the histrionics of Bihari couple Juhi and the incomparable Govinda. Both have a great sense of timing, and really crack you up. Apart from that, there really isn't much to this high decibel, mega melodrama and jhaaadoo-chappal movie. Anyone missing Ketaki Dave might be going all mushy, but please, the next time let's all hope for some warning labels when she's in a flick.
Songs? What songs?
Give it a rest Mr. Rao, we've been there and done that.