Pyaar Deewana Hota Hai Review

I thought it was going to be a good deal when someone told me that Govinda plays a dumb guy in this flick. No such chance, he still manages to use his vocal chords to a healthy extent, thereby rendering the whole dumb thing as just that - dumb. Which is also the best way to describe this iodine deficient piece of cinema.

The King Of Corn Govinda is an Agra-vaasi who as far as the movie goes is North India's answer to M F Hussain. With big dreams latched away tightly in his small brain, he turns up at Mumbai (which is also where you see Nakul Kapoor in the background toting his banjo). Anyway, not being able to land any plum painting exhibitions at Tate Modern, he decides to focus on the next best thing - painting billboards.

Just as no dinner is complete without the mandatory burp, we are subject to the moronic antics of his roommates - a bunch of losers with their own interpretation of the female psyche. They're like mice studying to be rats. Blah blah and blah later, the heroine makes her entrée.

We all know the startling intellectual prowess of one Amisha Patel, and looks like Rani seems to be taking her lead. And thus to prove that the brain is mightier than the Khandala brawn, in this flick she plays a femme who's in India to do a study on Indian Classical Dances - like the ones in Mission Kashmir.

She bumps into Govinda, and for some incomprehensible lapse in her understanding, takes him to be a dumb guy - dumb as in mute. A 'mooga-jeevi', so to speak (pun unintended!). She is the sort of woman who lives for others - you can tell the others by their hunted expressions. Anyway, magnanimity being the catchword, she takes him under her wing and also to a speech specialist hoping to get those vocal chords ringing. Unfortunately for her, the only time she can hear a peep out of the guy is when they are cootchie-cooing in imaginary song sequences.

The movie winds along punctuated by Chi Chi's 'Ba Ba Ba' sounds, which are cute in the beginning but later rake on your eardrums like a pressure cooker's whistle. This goes on for a really long time, or mebbe my watch stopped in between.

Ho hum! Been there done that - losing interest, that is. Is this week the Friday the 13th commemorative week or what? All the movies released so far stack high on the horror chart. Govinda and Rani's talents are confined like guinea pigs in a mad scientist's cage. The songs are okay and just prolong the insanity.

What is the matter with Chi Chi aajkal? The last movie Aamdani Atthani Kharcha Rupaiyya looked like something the cat dragged in, and then this flick! Looks like he's having delusions of adequacy. As for Rani... wellllllllllllllll!

There is a line that goes "surveillance should precede saltation". Translating to "look before you leap!" Which is all that I can say as you head for the halls.