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Sunday, November 14, 2010
The review
Intro:
Golmaal: fun unlimited (the 1st one of the triology) was a film which gave Non-sense humor an altogether new meaning. Slapstick was back with a bang and Rohit shetty was an instant hit with his so-called Action-comedy genre. Golmaal Returns (2nd one) was expected to be a bigger & better…But it was pale & boring at times & was funny & rib-tickling in parts. So it failed to generate the kind of laughs it did for the first time in mid-2006.
Now Marketed as the Diwali Dhamaka of 2010 I am sorry to say Shetty fails miserably for the first time. It’s a comedy which evokes inevitable & forced laughs.
Story: It’s a story about Two gangs residing in Goa who always keep on clashing with their Similar business idea & other regular scuffles. Devgn & talpade are joined by the local tomboy & the supposed girlfriend of Devgn played by Kareena. This set is parented by Ratna pathak shah & the other group which has Warsi, tusshaar Kapoor & Kunal Khemu has Mithun chakraborthy as its. dad.
Problem arises when Shah & Chakraborthy (who have a past love story) come face-to-face & realize that they have a chance this time around as Kareena sets them up For marriage.
The assumed fun starts here when both the gangs are thrown under a single roof which invites a lot of troubles as they try to out-wit each other rather than making it work.
Different ways to pin the other down result in huge fights. What was supposed to be funny comes out as lame & boring. Testing your patience is what G3 does once you are in their. There are some genuinely funny moments Like the one where both set of guys are sitting across a sofa & mimicking what they could possibly shove up each others…well.. Backsides & the other party shows the resultant pain which occurs if they are subjected to cactuses, flower-pots, umbrellas & other such stuff going up their you-know-what.
Or the other where Mithun takes a digg at his own movies & delivers illogically written dialogues…Trust me! it sounds great & funny. Slow motions Bash ups by ajay Devgn bore you as it is not funny.
Performances: Wasooli bhai is back as well & Mukesh tiwari has almost perfected the art of playing a golden-hearted, funny DON who falls to the Casts different schemes.
Johnny lever assisted with Vrajesh hirjee & Sanjay Mishra Overdoes his act of a Don who has a Short term memory loss. Vrajesh hirjee fails to tickle the funny bone as he did in the previous editions of the franchisee. Sanjay Mishra has got clever punches with the spellings which do make him a bit bearable. Devgn, Kareena, talpade Are good but there is nothing much you can do about an unfortunately a bad written character. Leave Tushar though as he comes back as the mute Lucky who needs to be tanslated. The translator this time is Kunal khemu who doesn’t have much to do. Warsi is good as well but suffers the same fate as Devgn & talpade.
Johnny lever assisted with Vrajesh hirjee & Sanjay Mishra Overdoes his act of a Don who has a Short term memory loss. Vrajesh hirjee fails to tickle the funny bone as he did in the previous editions of the franchisee. Sanjay Mishra has got clever punches with the spellings which do make him a bit bearable. Devgn, Kareena, talpade Are good but there is nothing much you can do about an unfortunately a bad written character. Leave Tushar though as he comes back as the mute Lucky who needs to be tanslated. The translator this time is Kunal khemu who doesn’t have much to do. Warsi is good as well but suffers the same fate as Devgn & talpade.
Mithun on the other hand Does justice to his character. Willingly making fun oh his own movies & the famous Disco-dancer Act. He still can dance.
Whats hot: Well accept the Superlative mute Chaplin style scene from the guys & few funny moments here and there, & tushhar kapoor’s Mute act….nothing really is hot. Opps did I forget Kareena?
Whats Not: Everything. Jokes stretched too much to enjoy, A continuous Gag about Devgn breaking any finger in his face. In golmaal 1 the race sequence which had loads of cars being blown it had a hint of humor with Sharman Joshi playing “Dicky”…this time around it only looks like Shetty was compelled to blast 500 cars & 100 odd motor boats.
Verdict: Watch only if you have nothing better to do. A few tips
Golmaal fans: Don’t watch it. I don’t want you to dislike anything from the Golmaal franchisee.
Non-fans: Please don’t watch. The other two are better go catch a DVD at the local store & enjoy.
A tip for the Director. Mr. Rohit shetty, Indian television is airing at least 5 different comedy shows & you were a judge on on of them. You know the standards of comedy are rising with every gag you contestant perform their. The viewer has become more intelligent & sharp. Try New jokes. Stale jokes Stink. :P
Movie rating: 2/5
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Paroxysm begins.......
"OH shit!! Damn it!! whats wrong with you guys?? Why dont u go and join Iraq??? you might strengthen their side....they need soldiers!! Or better try the underworld. Apt for you guys." I screamed in rage...Mom gave me the stern look..and i was suddenly abashed.She was never that way. The types who mum their children with that flinty look...or just a glare. And i was never afraid of her.........This time she scored....
He came forward, looked me into the eyes& then the next thing i remember is my ear ringing.Twas the type of slap which numbs your brain and then after a couple of seconds later, u feel the left side of ur face hurts like hell.
He went inside, hung his shirt on his body and stormed off the stage. We finally had a moment of peace. She looked at me into the eyes...and the next thing i remember...shezz inside the kitchen.Dinner was on her mind.
Being a bit of a feminist here, but on my side of the world, women, especially married have got nothing much to do after those verbal scuffle wid the husbands. even though the cooker is full of pressure....Mostly what they do is turn off the gas. whereas men, married or unmarried just fiddle with the whistle over the vessel and let off the steam.
BACK TO THE STORY THOUGH
I went in, hugged her from behind. She was trying too much to pretend she jus had kitchen on that mental TO do list.I know it wasnt that way . My grip became tighter......"Sod malaa(Leave me)". the scream was enough to make me leaver her. Actually it was so loud, had it come from some other house in the building, the people around would've come to rescue the screamer, anticipating a possible rape attempt.
Fortunately it wasn't outlandish & they knew it was my mother India. Plus a presence of two healthy males inside and a somewhat irksome watchman on the gate,hardly left any possibility of such a deadly offense.It was 5 in the evening. I went out.With a lots on my mind.
I came back home by 7. It was summer and the sky looked bright,even at this hour of the evening.I went to the kitchen, took a long sip of water from the bottle.It numbed my head for a couple of second. U know the usual thing that happens to you when u drink sum thing really chilled? the headache kind of a thing.
It was Stygian. Pitch dark. Nothing was visible except the shapes. icould make out a shape of an old rusty car.I was sweating...was completely soaked.clothes were drenched....suddenly a drop trickled down from behind my ear....i could feel it passing through the back..till the waist.I was stranded....tried to move but couldn't....suddenly...i could hear the sound of the air passing by. I felt it touching my body....it felt nice and cold in that....place which was ray less..a pungent odor..started bothering me. I found i was naked....i tried to run....i moved a bit further and suddenly fell.....and Whoosh!!!!!!!!!
I was back to the real world. What kind of a dream was that? Symbolic??? of what??? I cant derive anything...only possible for that guy with a beard....yeah! the Freud.
I sat straight. A figure in the mirror was staring at me.Those bloodshot eyes were scary...spine chilling ..those curly hair..messed up completely.That dusky guy in the mirror.He was just 16. His posture was that of a Lost sportsman. Actually a never-got-a-chance sportsman of a lost team.There was nothing great about him.His mind made contrary statements though.Actually he could.ve been the Poster boy for "Sarva shiksha Abhiyaan" or other such ventures conducted by the NGOs...with Lil unfortunate, poor, dark kids...who would get a share if u buy those Detergents, they might get a chance to study to stand on their own.& be self dependent and blah blah blah.....
Or the guy with half-a-dozen policemen around him, handcuffed with ropes, posing for the Lens men who serves your Local movie channel who suddenly starts up with NEWS when you are completely into the movie.And u watch him because there is nothing interesting going on any other channel and you just love the way Preity zinta looks in the song which is going to be aired in the movie as soon as these freaks are done with the NEWS stuff.(Which BTW hs no specific start and stop time)
that figure was me. A guy with nothing great about him.I sometimes wondered why was i even born in the first place.It was terrible.......................
He came forward, looked me into the eyes& then the next thing i remember is my ear ringing.Twas the type of slap which numbs your brain and then after a couple of seconds later, u feel the left side of ur face hurts like hell.
He went inside, hung his shirt on his body and stormed off the stage. We finally had a moment of peace. She looked at me into the eyes...and the next thing i remember...shezz inside the kitchen.Dinner was on her mind.
Being a bit of a feminist here, but on my side of the world, women, especially married have got nothing much to do after those verbal scuffle wid the husbands. even though the cooker is full of pressure....Mostly what they do is turn off the gas. whereas men, married or unmarried just fiddle with the whistle over the vessel and let off the steam.
BACK TO THE STORY THOUGH
I went in, hugged her from behind. She was trying too much to pretend she jus had kitchen on that mental TO do list.I know it wasnt that way . My grip became tighter......"Sod malaa(Leave me)". the scream was enough to make me leaver her. Actually it was so loud, had it come from some other house in the building, the people around would've come to rescue the screamer, anticipating a possible rape attempt.
Fortunately it wasn't outlandish & they knew it was my mother India. Plus a presence of two healthy males inside and a somewhat irksome watchman on the gate,hardly left any possibility of such a deadly offense.It was 5 in the evening. I went out.With a lots on my mind.
I came back home by 7. It was summer and the sky looked bright,even at this hour of the evening.I went to the kitchen, took a long sip of water from the bottle.It numbed my head for a couple of second. U know the usual thing that happens to you when u drink sum thing really chilled? the headache kind of a thing.
It was Stygian. Pitch dark. Nothing was visible except the shapes. icould make out a shape of an old rusty car.I was sweating...was completely soaked.clothes were drenched....suddenly a drop trickled down from behind my ear....i could feel it passing through the back..till the waist.I was stranded....tried to move but couldn't....suddenly...i could hear the sound of the air passing by. I felt it touching my body....it felt nice and cold in that....place which was ray less..a pungent odor..started bothering me. I found i was naked....i tried to run....i moved a bit further and suddenly fell.....and Whoosh!!!!!!!!!
I was back to the real world. What kind of a dream was that? Symbolic??? of what??? I cant derive anything...only possible for that guy with a beard....yeah! the Freud.
I sat straight. A figure in the mirror was staring at me.Those bloodshot eyes were scary...spine chilling ..those curly hair..messed up completely.That dusky guy in the mirror.He was just 16. His posture was that of a Lost sportsman. Actually a never-got-a-chance sportsman of a lost team.There was nothing great about him.His mind made contrary statements though.Actually he could.ve been the Poster boy for "Sarva shiksha Abhiyaan" or other such ventures conducted by the NGOs...with Lil unfortunate, poor, dark kids...who would get a share if u buy those Detergents, they might get a chance to study to stand on their own.& be self dependent and blah blah blah.....
Or the guy with half-a-dozen policemen around him, handcuffed with ropes, posing for the Lens men who serves your Local movie channel who suddenly starts up with NEWS when you are completely into the movie.And u watch him because there is nothing interesting going on any other channel and you just love the way Preity zinta looks in the song which is going to be aired in the movie as soon as these freaks are done with the NEWS stuff.(Which BTW hs no specific start and stop time)
that figure was me. A guy with nothing great about him.I sometimes wondered why was i even born in the first place.It was terrible.......................
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