Mother, do you think there's hope for me?
Mother, do you think there's worse left to see?
Mother, do you still say… I shouldn't sweeeaaaar?
That's how Jimmy Morrison would have put it if he sat through three hours of crap going incognito as "Akhiyon Se Goli Mare". And then he would have blown his brains out with an overdose of Acid to try and forget it all.
The flick kicks off, and poor-ol'-deluded-me thinks to myself, "Govinda is looking thinner, and is dressed soberly, and isn't screaming at the top of his voice. This looks promising!" Poor-ol'-deluded....