Valentine Days Review

Vishanth (Nikhil Sakhrani), Sameer (Manoj Bidnai), Aditya (Sonur Kochhar) & Jina (Sita Thompson) are ordinary everyday type pals who enjoy the pleasures of feeling each other up and dressing each other down. And all this while being plain platonic friends. Little do they suspect that soon everything is about to change as each of the guys falls in love with Jina.

So now, instead of getting fresh with her all at a time, the boys dream of it one by one. However, Jina shows her affections, inclinations and curvatures towards Vishanth since she feels he's different and honest. 'Honest' perhaps is correct for he utters the only truth in the flick: that Jina dresses up (actually down) like a broad! And she loves him for that.

We don't need to get this far into the story to comprehend this to be a dubbed agony. It just HAS to be; even a C- grade movie cannot afford such appalling lip sync. The literally translated English to Hindi dialogues are foolish or funny, depending upon our senses of humor. There's more to feed our funny bones: things like the director taking care to make every schmuck in the cast look like the cross between a lightening struck John Travolta in Grease and anyone in The Planet Of The Apes. And as for the heroine, we'll just talk about her after getting the rest of the story outta the way.

Witnessing Jina and Vishanth running around semi-naked, Sameer supposedly kills himself in a freak accident. Lucky bugger - we still have to watch Aditya trying to force himself onto Jina. Vishanth is mad at Jina because she got him a project with a lenient swaggering of her assets, and hence he can't rescue her from Aditya. So Sameer returns from the dead and whacks some Aditya tush to put an end to the torment.

Sita Thompson as Jina has does her best to fill in the void left by our beloved Silk Smitha. This even after a whole character called Naina was thrown in just to portray an 'intern in White House during Bill Clinton period' role. It's not an easy feat to exhibit so much skin and make it look disgusting, but the director proves this as his strong hold. The actors are all an ocular depravity and an offence to good taste and decency.

The entire flick is been inspired by freckle-faced kids and their imaginations during rigorous puberty. In the period of time between birth and death we might come across thousands of things we don't want to see and hear, and all of them are packaged nicely into Valentine Days. If ignorance is bliss, Valentine Days is orgasmic.