Aww :), I know...I have been a polar bear hibernating *dunno which season though :P, me is supposed to be warm-blooded afterall !*...but the reason for my breaking the surface is once more, *yessh, 1000 Blade points for guessing it (refunds can be had at all Wilkinson stockists :P)*, movies ! Dhoom 2 happened preceded by Casino Royale and the only thing worth mentioning is why in God's dear name is Aish going the Riya sen way looking like God's gift to ICUs ?? (and yessh ! When Aish and Hrithik locked lips, I did a beeg "Hawww" (horrible waala aww :-)), and everyone in the theatre did manage to take a minute off those two to go LOL :-).
So, coming back to the point, I went to watch Baabul, Ravi Baghban Chopra's second coming, with almost the same cast as the previous one with Rani Mukherjee and John A being the notable sunshine additions, ahem. Despite my friends' strongest protestations, I went ahead to watch this one alone, banking on the pedigree of Baghban where I liked the way the message was given via the story, and not vice-versa and I was in a mood to be a good early-adopter this one time. I was kept good company by this couple's two year-old who kept pumping popcorns into my jacket as if I was target-practice :-).
But, as with most things good, this was not to be. I was made to suffer through three hours, 10 minutes of sheer rhetoric and retrogressive crap. Suffice it to say, the only time the movie makes an impact is when the song Come On comes on screen and you feel like standing up and dancing *Okay, I managed to do nothing weird this one time :P*. John A is wooden, and you wonder how can this moron with ancient lines be Rani Mukherjee's best friend in life *even supposedly in movie-life !*. Hema M is nothing of her Baghban self, she really stammers through the dialogues with a distinct southern drawl and somehow looks ungainly in dance sequences. But, the worst performance is from the director himself, with numerous plot flaws and jarring cinematography and you shake your head, Dood no !!! And songs, some of them simply seem like put-fix-have-to-do-them-since-someone-shot them types and the audience actually laughed at the dated tear-jerker sequences. The climax is pathetic with everyone transforming Bachhan into a new-age God with eulogies I used to think were relegated to Harishchandra movies *I had to actually pinch myself from leaving my seat and walking off*...
I bore the brunt for 3 hours, my eager plea is after reading this review, you shouldn't...simply not worth your two-pence. The theatre I watched it in was semi-empty, wonder if that was a temporary hitch really :).
Take ossum care !
Ranjan
So, coming back to the point, I went to watch Baabul, Ravi Baghban Chopra's second coming, with almost the same cast as the previous one with Rani Mukherjee and John A being the notable sunshine additions, ahem. Despite my friends' strongest protestations, I went ahead to watch this one alone, banking on the pedigree of Baghban where I liked the way the message was given via the story, and not vice-versa and I was in a mood to be a good early-adopter this one time. I was kept good company by this couple's two year-old who kept pumping popcorns into my jacket as if I was target-practice :-).
But, as with most things good, this was not to be. I was made to suffer through three hours, 10 minutes of sheer rhetoric and retrogressive crap. Suffice it to say, the only time the movie makes an impact is when the song Come On comes on screen and you feel like standing up and dancing *Okay, I managed to do nothing weird this one time :P*. John A is wooden, and you wonder how can this moron with ancient lines be Rani Mukherjee's best friend in life *even supposedly in movie-life !*. Hema M is nothing of her Baghban self, she really stammers through the dialogues with a distinct southern drawl and somehow looks ungainly in dance sequences. But, the worst performance is from the director himself, with numerous plot flaws and jarring cinematography and you shake your head, Dood no !!! And songs, some of them simply seem like put-fix-have-to-do-them-since-someone-shot them types and the audience actually laughed at the dated tear-jerker sequences. The climax is pathetic with everyone transforming Bachhan into a new-age God with eulogies I used to think were relegated to Harishchandra movies *I had to actually pinch myself from leaving my seat and walking off*...
I bore the brunt for 3 hours, my eager plea is after reading this review, you shouldn't...simply not worth your two-pence. The theatre I watched it in was semi-empty, wonder if that was a temporary hitch really :).
Take ossum care !
Ranjan
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