Bollywood and culture in an emerging India
Rascals: Too much torture
At their best, David Dhawan comedies can be a little raunchy, but fun. This one is very raunchy, packed to the brim with provocative shots of women in bikinis and heaving bosoms, but there is no sign of fun. This is the kind of film that makes you wish it wasn’t your job to review movies week after week.
Dhawan hasn’t even bothered with a coherent script –- it’s almost as if everyone connected with the film landed up on sets and asked themselves, “now what juvenile gag can we come up with today?”
Starring in these gags are Sanjay Dutt and Ajay Devgn, playing conmen who are called Chetan and Bhagat respectively. They spend most of the film trying to outdo each other in wooing rich heiress Khushi (Kangna Ranaut) while in Bangkok, where they’ve arrived hoping to avoid the wrath of a man they have duped.
That is all there is to the story. There are incredibly offensive jokes involving the visually impaired, refugees in Somalia and a scene where Sanjay Dutt pretends to be an “Art of Giving” teacher, exhorting people to donate to the poor, showcasing pictures of destitute people, all in an attempt to get Khushi’s attention. It’s wrong on so many levels that I lost count mid-way.
Of course, as if this wasn’t enough, there are lines like “choli saja ke rakhna” and “tum kab tak lachaari ka lollipop chuste rahoge” thrown at the already suffering audience. Performances are not worth mentioning –- everyone hams it to the nth degree. Dhawan packs in gags after gags and just when you think it’s over and you can finally leave, there comes another one.
This is the cinematic equivalent of torture. Avoid at all costs.