Tumko Na Bhool Paayenge Review

For years environmentalists have complained about car exhaust, social workers against societal scum, and critics against pukey entertainment. But undeterred, moviemakers continue to churn out the same old flicks filled with incompetent rookies and washed up veterans.

Hum Tumko Na Bhool Payenge by director Pankaj Parashar makes you realize that you still haven't seen the craziest of them all. The whale of a tale goes this way. Veer (Salman Khan) is the son of a rich Thakur. His most significant other credential is that he is love with the village damsel, Muskaan (Diya Mirza).

They live happily in peace and in palatial houses. Their marriage and promises of happy settlement in the lore and lush of the resplendent village would have concluded the flick much to the relief of everybody. But for the fear of digging a hole in the World Bank funds to such revelations of rustic bliss, the story is shifted to safer pastures.

At his wedding, Veer is visited by some underpaid overabused assistants of the bad guy of the village. After a lot of topless Salman gnashing and crashing people, it is revealed that he is not the real son of the thakur but a lost and found case of that highly dependable amnesia.

Veer now raves to discover his past and ends up in Mumbai. The post interval is a high-frequency ballast with bullets and bikes taunting at the peak sensitivity of your ears. And all done in the best possible trite splendor, lest you harbor any illusions of being in the presence of directorial geniuses.

Veer recalls being an Ali before he lost his memory, and also remembers his fiancée Mehak (Sushmita Sen) and friend Inder, who had got married at the drop of a hat behind Veer's back. As if Veer realizes that a late-inning prayer is highly recommended to drag his career to the next movie, he offers onscreen namaaz as often as possible.

It transpires that Veer and Inder had worked as unofficial hitmen to assist the commissioner of a highly inadequate and worthless police. The Chief Minister of the state arranges an Everest-climbing-rope-throwing-stunt involving Veer hitting him at a public meeting. All to sop up some of the vote bonanza gravy. And that's when the act gets sour. The CM is killed and Salman has to watch his back. Friend Inder, who turns out to be an authority-hating-necrophile, tries to kill Veer.

Back to the present, and a lot of barely-clad Salman fighting in the intelligence-insultingly-choreographed sequences. Finally, Muskaan's true-love-for-ever is saved from reaching a heart wrenching end, when Mehak safely dies.

So if you got the idea about what it all was in heed of, do write to us. Though Sushmita Sen, with her flinty sensual accent, instills some sanity to the crazy plot, Diya appears in serious need of tremendous enlightenment about a remote thing called acting. Salman is his usual tall and endearingly modestly-covered self with a technicolor sense of dressing. The last we heard, he was spotted with a book called 'How To Improve Moronic Minds of Zero IQ thickoes'.