Imagine you are a contract killer and you have just bumped
off a newspaper owner whom the Haskar brothers, the dreaded gangsters of
Mumbai, considered their Godfather. Would you be sucking off on a lolly on a
roadside stall the very next day? More importantly, why would you be surprised
if they turned up behind you to tear you apart?
The second half of the movie is full of such absurd scenes. However,
the start is kind of promising.
Manya Surve has been shot in an encounter and is being taken
to the nearest hospital by Inspector Baagwan. Before croaking, Surve tells the
inspector the story of his transition from a law abiding youngster to a dreaded
gangster.
John Abraham surprisingly acts pretty well during the first
seventy odd minutes. As a student who gets framed along with his brother, as a
helpless prisoner and as a lover who sees his inamorata getting hitched to
another man, he lets his eyes talk.
The first irritant which I encountered was Tusshar(I hope I spelt
the fucker’s name correctly). He is supposed to be this Morgan Freeman type
prisoner who keeps on dispensing obscene lines which would leave you disgusted.
One sample of the junk he spouts out of his mouth “ I am Bruce who hasn’t
fucked someone in eight years- Main Aisa Bruce hoon jisne aath saal se kisi kee lee nahin
hai”.
What struck me as really funny bit was every time someone
lit up a cigarette on the screen, a message would pop up telling that smoking
causes cancer. However, no such warning appears when the characters trade deeply
offending insults and disparage women.
Kangana plays Abraham’s love interest. She is literally
manhandled by him in their supposedly love making scenes which come off more as
rape attempts.
Anil Kapoor plays the cop. He looks awesome for a guy who is approaching sixty. His fitness is even more accentuated in scenes wherein he acts along with Jackie Shroff who was once his contemporary and now looks at least ten years older than Mr. Kapoor due to his booze afflicted eye lids and protruding tummy.
There are enough twists and turns in the plot to
keep the viewer sufficiently interested till the half way mark. After that it
seemed as if the director wanted to screw away to glory. There are clichés piled
upon more banalities, sufficient enough to give you long lasting migraine.
For reasons unclear to me, the Kaskar siblings (Dawood and
his elder bro) are named Haskar. Manoj Vajpayee is becoming expert in dying the
Sonny Corleone way. After the epic scene in Gangs of Wasseypur, here he again
is bumped off in the same manner.
Sonu Sood as Dawood is fucking hilarious. He is
supposed to convey dead seriousness by his quite manner. In most of the scenes
he looks like an amnesia afflicted patient, one who has forgotten his lines.
However, the absolute worst part of the movie was to see
Sunny Leone speak Hindi and act as the love interest of Vajpayee. It lasted for around one minute only but nearly drove me
batty, ape shit crazy.
I had the pleasure of reading Dongri to Dubai some time
back. It is a fantastic book, one which would make you proud of an Indian author.
Six pages of it were dedicated to the Wadala encounter. Those six pages were
bloated with enough nonsense to give birth to this two hours long shit fest.
Watch only if you have a masochistic streak.
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