Dhobi Ghat

PLOT
A desi female investment banker from New York, on her sabbatical, meets a Mumbai painter at his art exhibition and sleeps with him the same night. Credit goes to the painter's masterful pursuance. Arun, played by Aamir Khan, is the painter under consideration. He is intensely committment-phobic and "No strings attached" is his personal motto. Hence, the morning following their one-night stand, he sits on the couch, sporting a dyslexic look, like Ishan Awasthi of Taare Zameen Par. Noticing his clamped mouth and uncertain frown, she gently inquires about the issue at hand. That is when he seeks apology for his previous night's misconduct under the pretext of intoxication. Joy ripples in her laugh and delight shines in her eyes when she gets instantly convinced at Arun's remorse. A blush glorifies Arun's face when she forgives him saying "No great deal Arun, it's the first time for me too".

Another important character is Munna, a laundryman with a perfectly worked-out body, whose chest-size is that of a semi-automatic washing machine. While on laundryman duty, he runs into the NY banker whose hospitality towards him is beyond Mumbai standards. After a couple of runs across, they subsequently strike a mutual deal wherein she agrees to click his photo portfolio in exchange for he serving as her Mumbai tour guide. However, per the universal law of masculine consequences, he mistakes her friendliness and develops a crush on her.

The fourth and final character, Yasmin, is an amateur video blogger. She leaves behind her blogged mini-tapes in an apartment, now rented by Arun. A grand total of three video tapes left by Yasmin is the only source of entertainment for Arun, as well as for the audience.

REVIEW
On a serious note, the graceful character, Yasmin, a middle-class housewife, is the heart of the movie. In the first tape, she seems very pleased with herself and records her random experiences and feelings in all positive tone. Yasmin, who comes across as a blissful, happy and fully alive housewife in her first tape, talks about a serious issue in a flash of revelation, in the second tape. During this time, you would certainly sense her confidence spiralling downward. In the third and final tape, the delicacy in her face and the strength in her voice withers away. Bitterness beams in her face and her eyes darkens with pain. Her tear-smothered voice shares her final decision on the tape like any other woman who got fed up with the harsh realities of loneliness, betrayal and defeat. All before she signs off for the last time. Very touching. Would certainly leave you with a lump in the throat.

The debutant Prateik Babbar was great, justifying his character very well. Innocence or naughtiness, he knew what he was doing. He looks good and has a very good screen presence.

Personally, I'm not so 'Bullish' on the investment banker's appearance on the bollywood radar anymore.

Honestly, the movie is not a great entertainer, as you might have already known by this time. However, from a directorial point of view, this is a challenging subject. Moreover, this being Kiran's first movie. The way the story was presented was appreciable and the challenge she has undertook should be inspiring to other newbie directors. Commercially a thumbs down, as publicly announced by the producer. Nevertheless, the subject is convincingly original and different from the usual lot.

Finally, the hype about the way Mumbai was picturized and presented to the audience is indeed a hype. A couple of pourings, few slum snaphots or a Ganapathi festival portrayal doesn't justify it to be a 'Better portrayal of Mumbai'. There have been better Bollywood and Marathi movies that have picturized and captured the essence of Mumbai far better than this flick, justifying veridical claims to an even greater extent.

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No One Killed Jessica - Review

"Your Gluteus Maximus (popularly known as 'Ass') will rip itself apart and miraculously fall into your own hands" retorts Rani Mukherji to a widely-grinning overweight flight co-passenger who inquirs about her Kargil stint as a TV reporter. No ’beep’ sounds whatsoever (atleast in the videsi prints) when she utters the ’G-word’ twice – TWICE! This is when, precisely, I could see family people in the hall somewhat traumatized (especially women) with mouths wide open displaying their respective tonsils. Rajkumar Gupta wanted to spotlight the censor board's flaws alongside the juridic flaws, no? *Wink*

Direction-wise, an exceptional job in presenting the fundamental facts and circumstances of the case, from a legal as well as a filmy standpoint. The movie stages Rajkumar’s unwavering grip on the script and the subject and clearly beams his homework as to presenting the critical characters on screen - specifically, Vidya Balan (Sabrina Lall), the Police Inspector, Rani Mukherji (the TV reporter) and the accused.

[A special mention here for the accused's grumpy politician father, plus his funny mom who sounds exactly like a female goat and occasionally utters ’Mere Manu ko kuch nahi hone dhoongi" - My personal thanks to you ammaji]

Vidya Balan and Rani Mukherji evenly and symmetrically steal the entire show, all the way. Minimal / zilch make-up by Vidya (to the extent that even her facial hair was clearly visible!) elevates the veridical traits of the movie further up. Splendid performances by the two ladies certainly deserve glory - quite realistic to say the least - gestures, tones and expressions combined with their unmistakably natural acting experience. Nevertheless, one minor shortcoming I can’t repress expressing here is how undesirable and unnatural was Rani’s forced usage of the magic word "F**K" a ridiculous number of times. Every time she used it, it had nothing but embarrassedly lacked a natural ease in it’s usage, despite portraying a dynamic and romp TV reporter. Well, perhaps, I might have felt so either due to her stereotype portrayals - Rani-is-a-good-girl-Rani-is-a-homely-girl - in her previous films Or the F-word usage could have been somewhat mis-context’ed in this film Or Both.

For example:

Rani’s Boss: (when Rani presents a critical evidence for the case) WOW!! It’s really explosive - Ha Ha Ha Ha!!

Rani: What do you mean by explosive? "Say it’s f**king explosive!!"

See, didn’t I just tell you?

The background scores were comforting, fresh and brilliant. The scores evidently added a significant dose of vigor to the movie-watching experience, especially the tunes at the India Gate candlelight mass-protest assembly and during those times whenever a poignant Vidya appears on the screen. Personally, I couldn’t like the police inspector more and somehow strongly feel that he would certainly make recurring bollywood appearances in the days to come. The characters who played the accused Manu and the prime witness Vikram were a perfect fit for their roles, including the eponymous Jessica.

Definitely a must watch flick and I guarantee you atleast two incidences of goose-bumps. Full paisa vasool.

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It's Not About The Bike (Book Review)

'It’s Not About The Bike' is a super autobiographical work which takes us through cyclist Lance’s pre-cancer life, cancer-intensive life, and post-cancer life.

Theme
The overriding theme is Lance’s struggle with his stage-4 testicular cancer and his determination to fight it out big time. As a matter of fact, the very term ‘testicular cancer’ might make us giggle, but I tell you, once your health takes an awful twist – in whichever awkward form or shape – you won’t even mind what you are organically deficient of. All you would realise is ‘life’ is the most precious thing and you would appreciate why it is called ‘The priceless gift’. Lying there on the deathbed while undergoing a ‘demoralising’ treatment, all you would crave for is nothing but a ‘benefit of doubt’. A second chance.

Précis (Spoilers!)
Lance is a world-class cyclist and becomes a renowned cycling champion at a very young age. His ultimate goal is to win the Tour De France. Unfortunately, when he is diagnosed of testicular cancer, which eventually metastasized his lungs and brain, he loses hope on life, obviously his cycling career too. To make matters worse, he even loses the support from the sponsorers, compelling him to sell everything to cover his cancer treatment. During the 4 months of gruelling-cum-intimidating treatment, he comes across abled men and women whom he draws inspiration from and teaches himself (while sharing with us) his take on ‘life’. Post-recovery, albeit he resumes cycling, he runs across situations which oblige him to resolve to give up cycling for ever; events take a different twist for Lance thereafter, eventually helping him win the Tour De France for the first time.

Additionally:
The best portions you would enjoy reading are: his brutally honest recounting of thoughts while undergoing treatment, the growing skepticism about his survival after disease diagnosis, the interpersonal chemistry between him and his wife, and the emphasis on human yearning for survival. What moved me the most is how platinum (used to treat cancer) mercilessly screwed up his endurance via a therapy called ‘Chemo’. While reading, I felt, such gruelling treatments would indeed demoralise a human being even with a humility of the highest magnitude.

The book was very well narrated with an impressively subtle sense of humour, ultimately making the book a fairly interesting, inspiring and worthy read. As it happens with any autobiographical piece, this book too distracts a reader by radiating intermittent boredom and by inducing some degree of mental fatigue through too many technicalities of the cycling profession. Nevertheless, I was glad that I learnt a few good things about cycling and the nuances involved therein, including some useful enlightenment on the Tour de France.

Happy reading!

Live Free or Die Hard 4.0

Hitherto, we have all witnessed larger-than-life films depicting an utterly binary world wherein even a human DNA can be cloned. For that matter, real-world films where transplantation of bone-marrow becomes a child’s play. You have also seen films demoing hydrogen-powered personal air-crafts moving at ultrasonic speeds in the troposphere. Yet, did you ever realise that rarely comes a film showcasing the inconceivable extremities of cybernation? Or did you realise, rarely comes a film which proves to you, scientifically, that a computerised tongue-cleaner is plausible? Atleast, did you realise, rarely comes a film which depicts a human-craving device that controls your gastric trouble real time?Die Hard 4.0 doesn’t feature any of these. Yet, it’s a rare film.

Balding Bruce Willis (a NYPD cop/detective) has been told to pick up a young hacker (Justin Long) for breaching an FBI system. Timothy Olyphant (villain) buys complex algorithms from the tender-moustached-budding-hackers and pays them money before killing them (for the same reason as Shah Jahan’s slaying of all the masons engaged in Taj Mahal construction) One such fly-the-coop victim is Justin Long. Timothy maintains a team of geeky programming experts to control and thoroughly screw the US public utilities and data administration systems. His technological reach is so advanced that he makes sure all the hackers who he bought stuff from are killed using pre-implanted C-4s, detonating at the press of their own keyboard. Justin survives the blast due to a technical error in implantation. Having known about his survival, Timothy sends his heavily-armed toughies to kill tender Justin. Bruce Willis saves him from the attacks of Timothy and in due course himself becomes an enemy to Timothy, only ending up in collateralization of his own horny daughter. Technically-illiterate-but-expletive-intensive Bruce Willis understands Timothy’s intentions through Justin’s hesitant articulation and then resolves to save America from the schema, termed ‘Fire Sale’ (as in ‘clearing off everything’) well contrived by Timothy. Timothy is the architect who designed a foolproof national security system for the US after the WTC blow out. Yet he keeps cribbing about his crucification and low pay package. Hence, takes the condemnable step to terrorize the entire nation through a planned shut-down of the transportation system, power systems and all other public utilities. His motive is to leverage his knowledge on the technical loopholes of the self-designed system for a commercial motive. He then progresses to sweep in monies from the nation’s social security database and the banking accounts of the public from a Business-continuity-cum-disaster-recovery centre. Bruce’s biceps come into play and Timothy’s plans go for a toss. Bruce is of the same vigor as usual and has not compromised on his muscularity.

Fast-paced, action-packed, will-keep-your-ass-sticked-to-the-seat kinda movie. You would never have a second to think nor would you be able to guess what’s gonna present itself before you. All you would do is just keep your mouth agape while Bruce and the little hacker keep running, bounding, eluding and driving all along from the nasty attacks of Timothy, right from the FBI office to the warehouse where Timothy and his accomplices get killed with a single bullet shot. High-production flick, realistic stunts and terrific sound effects. Sporadic Beethoven touches are a bonus.

Grand Scenes:
- the speeding car before it ramps up an inclined concrete structure right into the chopper
- Bruce Willis’ combat with the sexy chinky, MaggieQ, till the time she gets killed in the elevator chasm.
- Attack on Bruce-driven-18-wheeled truck-trailer by an F-35
- Justin’s conversation with the BMW interactive chauffeur
- Bruce Willis’ expletives and wits

We do cherish the cyber ontogenesis and the comfort and luxury resulting out of it. But just imagine a world when the same ontogeny shows its ugly face in the form of public utilities occlusion and a total black-out. You would simply realise the human mind is going crazy and would never dare to draw a bead on further expansion of the binary horizons. Watch the movie and you would come out with a dropped-down jaw.

A flat 4 out of 5.

MP3 - Take this exam?

Central Board Of Filmy Education

Habba Habba Chowk, Andaman Nicobar, India
(Annual Examination June 2007)

Subject: Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar (Hindi Feature Film)

Answer the following questions not exceeding 150 words each.

Note: All questions are compulsory and each question carries marks.

Candidate's name:

Orkut ID:

20 X 5 = 100 marks

Q1. Elucidate the plot of ‘Mera Pehla Pehla Pyar’. Give illustrations wherever necessary

Q2. Who are the different people involved in MP3? Describe, in a nutshell, their roles in the movie

Q3. How is Cheeni Kum/Nishabd different from MP3?

Q4. “The movie MP3 has a very important moral in it, he he hee” Who said so? And explain the moral.

Q5. Newspapers say “each one of you can relate this story to your school lives”. True or False? Give examples (note: 2 bonus marks for naming those news papers)

Answer Sheet:

Om Jai Ganesh

Ans 1 There is this girl called ‘Ayesha’ who is quite transparently 25-years old, and was kicked out by a school in London for being cerebrally impaired; hence joins class 11 section B in an Indian school. And there is this guy called ‘Rohan Sood’, who is 15-years old of class 12 C, also studying at the same school (what a coincidence). The pair fall in love with each other during an incident where, Rohan, in an attempt to bunk the class by jumping out of the window, lands straight under Ayesha’s mini-skirt. Ayesha blushes at his mischievousness, quite amused and gives a take-it-forward-Rohan look. Confused Rohan not knowing what to do, ironically falls in love with her. And there starts their sleepless nights and sleepy days with intermittent duets. Both of them are filthy rich, both of them have been sexually fasting for years together (to be exact, 15 years and 25 years respectively) and both of them have good-looking mothers (only Rohan has a father in the movie, I'm not sure about Ayesha’s, even Ayesha is not sure, so does her mom) who thoroughly encourage their children’s amorous pursuits. One fine night, Ayesha leaves for Paris. And Rohan follows suit. Rohan’s father’s ICICI credit card finances Rohan’s air-ticket to Paris and all other boarding and loadging expenses are financed by Rohan’s friends; all the hard work and perseverance just for one divine reason: They wish Rohan to meet Ayesha under the Eiffel tower and give a vigorously passionate gesture (some people call it ‘kiss’, but I call it “closing each other’s mouth with their respective mouths).

Ans 2 Director, Producer, Editor, Music Directors (the duo called ‘Smoke’ – called so because….sorry..even I don’t know), hero, heroin, hero’s friends, heroin’s friends, character artists and character-less artists worked together very hard, with dedication, discipline, team work, commitment and collectively screwed up the entire movie.

Ans 3 Infact, this is just another sort of Cheeni Kum/Nishabd with a wide age-difference between the two main characters, the only difference being, in Cheeni Kum and Nishabd, the age of the characters is quite explicit in the verbal diaglogues itself. On the other hand, in MP3, you would have to observe the actress very closely (her face, I mean) to determine her age.

Ans 4 It’s a cakewalk - Mr Chidambaram said that. And the moral of the story is as follows:
“Never even go to the vicinity of the theatre projecting this movie. It is better to stay at home and eat saabudaana kichdi while watching ‘kyunki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi’ Or watch those lusty animals on Animal Planet Or watch Discovery Channel and enlighten yourself on a caterpillar’s reproductive system while eating idli-sambaar"

Ans 5 Newspapers do say many things. Probably the news bureau was working on a biased sample to come up with ‘you-can-relate-your-story-too’ hypothesis. I am a living but healthy exception. I could not relate this story with my school days because I come from a boys’ school (meaning a school containing only boys who drool over girls of neighbouring schools and return home with bruised eyes)

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Examiner Name: Shri. Victor Guerra

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Marks (remarks, if any): 23/100 (eternal rustication recommended)

Cheeni Kum (Movie Review)

After doses of well-deserving hoopla and a strategic leverage of Illayaraja’s tunes for the promos, I was finally cajoled into watching the show. Could not accept more that the film does make it to the viewers’ heart.

What’s Special?
There are only countable flicks in bollywood, hollywood or any other self-proclaimed wood with such a sweet pass-over through one’s heart. This one certainly qualifies to be one of them. Very conveniently, Cheeni Kum is certainly NOT one of those age-less love movies where two awkwardly sex-starved protogonists – one male and a female – with extravagantly ridiculous age-gaps, break into lecherous deeds in the name of love. (Offline - Nishabd was an awkward experience; as awkward as a woman wearing a nightie and doing gymnastics)

Maestro’s tamil tunes, re-conditioned to contemporize with the bollywood frames, does more than justice to the movie. Songs and bits are a treat for the ears and definitely a plus-point for the movie. Illayaraja lovers will certainly love him more.

Needless to mention about the cinamatographer (PCS) whose images you would carry with you (free-of-cost) while going home - remember those Mani Ratnam walas? - And Balki’s presentation style and character-usage are awesome too.

What’s There On The Menu?
Big B has more to offer to Tabu than his Hyderabadi Zafrani Pulav – the same scrwed-up pulav, which triggers an affair between him and Tabu. One can clearly see Big B’s striking metamorphosis during his trysts with her. With each frame moving past, Big B looks younger and you won’t realise it until he barefacedly stops by a drug store to buy condoms and some variant of sildenafil citrate (Boost is not always the secret of one’s energy ;-)

Tabu (Watta comeback!) with her intelligent looks, naughty advances and flirting disposition, skillfully manages to cast a spell on the confirmed bachelor by victimising him to her charms. Big B shamelessly allows his treasured-for-64-years arrogance and self-respecting temperament to neatly melt down before 34-from-inside-24-from-outside Tabu’s sex appeals. If you are a guy (marital status does not matter), I am sure at some point of time during the 2-odd hours of run, you would certainly fall in love with her. Do notice the way she grins at Big B’s embarassments with her tactfully interlocked jaws.

And yes, there is this Leukamia cutie – 9-year old little girl named ‘sexy’ who has a ridiculously shorter life-expectancy but a justifiably longer tongue - and appears more matured than Big B. Her voice, delivery style, philosophical questioning, untimely humour and excessive desire to watch porn flicks are like chopped onions for your pav-bhajji.

Mannerless Zohra Sehgal, age 85 (still counting) attempts at being the youngest of all and demonstrates her chemistry with Big B as a mother quite well. And funny too.

Last but not the least, a Cricket fanatic-cum-Gandhian-cum-Father-cum-Father-in-law role was well portrayed by Paresh Rawal. A pakka Gandhivaadhi, yet a non-vegeterian, who so badly condemns the couple’s intimacy that he goes on a hunger-strike to express his disapproval.

Salt and Pepper?
The evolution of intimacy between Big B and Tabu via result-oriented flirting, includes but not limited to, good techniques for those who are flirtlingly-challenged and are sincerely willing to learn the art of flirting.
Big B’s reactions and embarassments during his stint with Paresh Rawal makes the second half more interesting and generates relatively more chuckles in the cine hall.
Customer Feedback:Overall, a delicious cuisine which you would swallow first then chew over after coming out of the hall. Big B’s acting influences and Tabu’s charms are as dominating as a vada in Vada-Pav...

Afterall what’s in a Vada-pav without a Vada?

My rating: Something between 3.5 and 4, out of 5.

Enough read, now go watch it.

(You can also read this here:-)

Life in a METRO - (Movie Review)

(You can also read this review here )
Had been to the Anurag Basu flick on Sunday expecting some good ‘photography’ (as in Murder) but the surprise was worth the money which made me sit through, sliently taking pleasure at the polygonal and message-rich love affairs which each of the characters fall into free of cost.

The Plot
Many questions regarding pre-marital, post-marital and extra-marital affairs have been sincerely attempted to be answered through the hand-picked cast, but I am sure you will come out of the hall with new and more interesting questions, by all odds, notwithstanding the fact that you were never a victim (or predator) of those affairs or variants thereof.

Casting
Damn three men: Two with coarse long hair and one with a box-cut. They look thoroughly uncivilised and lack refinement; you would find them appearing on the screen every now and then. They don’t deliver dialogues (thankfully) but you always find them singing good songs (one with a techno guitar, second with an ordinary guitar and the third with a tambourine (dappli) Please don’t worry where the jazz beats are coming from. This trio appear on the screen the most number of times than anybody else (yet they have been paid the least, my sources said)

Kay Kay Menon & Shilpa Shetty: Decent couple inclined towards indecent activities. Both of them indulge in their own extra-marital affair, the former sleeping and the later flirting with their extra-marital partner. In the climax, both of them realise they were into sinful acts (only after thoroughly relishing their assignations) and decide to start life afresh. Overall, Kay Kay Menon stands to gain since Shilpa remains as pure as she was at the beginning (shame on Shiney Ahuja!)

Shiney Ahuja: He is the supporting actor supporting Shilpa’s extra-marital life. Though he appears to be a decent man reading decent books all the time, the way he makes sexual advances to Shilpa disproves it all. (Personal advice to girls: never trust those kinda men)

Kangna Ranaut: She would not meet your expectations this time, for she shows up everytime in formal wears against the expected ‘hardly-wears’. With her pretty looks she may steal your heart, but mind you, she is Kay Kay’s extra-marital partner.

Sharman Joshi: The fresher from RDB who justifies his character well this time too. Works in a call centre and scales up the corporate ladder quickly through outstanding performance appraisals. Secret of his success : lending his flat’s keys to his supervisors to perform sinful acts within, only to discover in the last that his dream (Kangna Ranaut) was trying to scale up quicker than him by serving Kay Kay (the head of the call centre) in his own flat. As it follows, he resigns the company before Kay Kay fires him on account of ‘not meeting expectations’ (refuses to provide him with the flat keys)

Konkana Sen Sharma & Irrfan Khan: The best and the most practical couple in the movie. Irrfan was at his best through his evidently spontaneous deliveries, neatly supported by Konkana who portrays well a traditional girl-to-modern girl transition. And this is the couple which makes you roll and laugh for a long time.

Dharmendra & Nafisa Ali: The oldest couple in the movie (yet an extra-marital relationship). Dharmendra, 70-year old returns from abroad to flirt with too old Nafisa Ali. Don’t expect his typical “Kuthey…main tera khoon pee jaaoonga…” though he runs across situations that deserves this line. May be the director respects Dharmendra a lot. Sources say, the producer intended to mint money from viewers of all ages and hence included this couple. During one of the scenes when the couple shares the same bed, there was a power-cut in the cine hall and the hall turned dark. When the power resumed, (alas) Nafisa Ali was already dead. (Honestly donno what Dharmendra has experimented with Nafisa)

Overall, a decent movie which you can watch decently with your decent friends. Timepass, hilarious, synchronised screenplay, intelligent direction and ofcourse with good messages which you ought to learn before you land into deep affair-related troubles or crave for success through unsuccessful means. On an off, you may overhear your co-viewers screming out “Topi hai?”, but don’t worry, you will know what it means once you start watching the movie.

Enough read, now go watch it

My rating: 3.75 Stars (out of 5)

Johhny Gaddar - Movie Review

Just imagine - You are a part of a not-so-friendly gang. All of you (say 5 members) have contributed half a crore each to venture into a profitable deal, with a turnaround time of 4 days. One of your gang-mates has been assigned the responsibility to ‘custody and carry’ the cash bag (containing 2.5 crores) to a place where the deal is to take place. Now you know, when the gang-mate and the cash is in transit, this is an excellent opportunity for you to clutch the cash by concealing your identity from that gangmate, and boast of a 400% return on your investment (tax free, obviously)

Sounds remotely possible?

Neil Mukesh makes it utterly possible by resorting to the same ill-thought as ours. There is an interesting twist here, however. As against his plan of making his lonely gang-mate (Daya shetty, carrying cash) unconscious using a liquid called chloroform (I think it’s my company canteen’s sambaar which Neil might have used erraneously) before seizure, and he ends up killing him. This produces a domino effect of Neil killing the rest of his gang-mates – Dharmendra, Vinay and another good actor (whose name I don’t remember). Neil kills them one by one, when each of them individually come to know and foolishly question the nuisance created by Neil.

Sriram Raghavan, of Ek Hasina Thi fame does it well again. The direction, screenplay, photography and all those cinematic terminology (which any movie review is normally expected to talk about) are quite synchronised with the plot. The movie is not a suspense thriller, nor does it claim to be one. Sriram would deliberately take you through the plot so intelligently that you would never guess the next frame’s content.

Neil Mukesh (trivia: grandson of legendry singer Mukesh) looks good, resembles Hrithik and even justifies his debut. Rimi sen enacts a typical girl friend-cum-illegitimate wife and tries to the brim to leverage on her smile. Nevertheless, I was amused at her smile this time too.

Dharmendra looked relatively matured after The Metro and I think he can be a potential candidate for Big-B types role.

The movie is interesting, unpredictable and watch-worthy. Vinay, Rasika Joshi, the smart cop and other budding yet talented actors will definitely entertain you. The music was scored well by the two men (one tonsured and the other handsome) appearing on SaReGaMa in Zee TV – yes, the same men who talk a lot and judge the contenders as if bollywood music is their forefathers’ legacy.

Rating - somewhere between 3.5 and 4 on a scale of 5.