What's the worse that could happen to a film? Any film? Especially if it's your
debut? Nothing except the audience looking around for stones to pelt the screen.
I don't know about the rest of Hyderabad, but I certainly was kicking myself for
not carrying a basketful of them, and then some assorted vegetables.
Ghastly and a tedious waste of time is the best way to describe this flick. It starts with one major happy bang and ends in a slow, agonizing, hives-producing whimper. It's got a few flashes in the pan, but that's the only bright spot.
The tale has been narrated since man discovered fire. Madhavan, imaginatively called Maddy, and is a happy-go-lucky kinda guy who hasn't met the girl of his dreams. Then he sees blank beauty Reena (Diya) and does a few somersaults, before realizing that she already is engaged to mystery man Rajiv (actually Sam, played by Saif). Maddy decides to try his luck out and poses as Rajiv, and then, over the period of 5 days, they fall in love. The act falls apart when Sam comes into the picture, especially since Sam is Maddy's old bete noire, and then it's the usual torture.
The only times when the film holds your attention is when Maddy is grinning his million-dollar smile. But soon that chipmunk face begins to grate on your nerves. The Charminari version of Aishwarya Rai, Diya has as much talent as a cardboard box full of papier mache and paper clips, and the only thing she seems to be concerned about is whether her hair and makeup are in place. Her dumbness is more painful than having bamboo splits under your nails. Her acting leaves no place for drawing any empathy for her character, and you look at her with as much interest as you would a struggling dung beetle. I don't know if she will make it big in Hindi films, but she needs to shake off the whole act of a crown and sash still being draped all over her.
The film holds your attention only when Saif is on screen. He looks absolutely
dapper, and you feel all fuzzy for him. The songs are pretty okay, and some of
them actually register in your brain. This film is supposed to be a remake of
and remember that hot song Manohara? You should see the Hindi version. It's like
bat barf with the choreography gone all weird - a slow, drugged version of the
original, which is painful for all us Gult brothers and sisters.
Enough of my rant. You must see this movie yourself once to measure the extent
of torture your body and soul can bear. And if you come out feeling good, then
you must be a messiah of sorts who hasn't yet found his calling.