I'm sorry, but since when is this kind of tripe called cinema? Whatever happened to the serious evocation of issues, the gut wrenching drama and the passion for storytelling? Hell, where is the "nice" time I'm promised in return for the money I pay for my ticket?
Another week goes by and I'm forced to accept that another movie has once again dug beneath the bottom of the barrel. And this time, it's BBudha Hoga Tera Baap. The double B helps with the numerology, apparently.
I still don't know what the genre of this movie is. I don't know how much Mr. Bacchan was paid to star in this. Or what he was doing in there except gracefully accepting this "tribute" to his 70 years of PURE AWESOME.
The "heroine" does nothing but look pretty. I think she had a total of 20 lines in the whole movie. Sonu Sood is Mr. "can't keep it in his pants" Chunky reincarnate of Inspector Vijay of yore. Delivers beautifully ham fisted lines. Raveena Tandon should've stopped gracing the screen when the flab got a little too much to get her into item numbers.
There's no story or screenplay to speak of. The "twist" in the movie makes you go "It's BRILLIANT that they would they hire a writer on drugs." The punchlines are off by miles. You could drive a car through some plot holes. I still don't know where Banksy is. I could go on but that worries me somewhat.
All in all, to like this movie, you need to be a rabid, frothing-at- the-mouth Amitabh fan, OR a career front bencher who's in the hall for the AC.
2 out of 10. 1 because the AC was working.
Another week goes by and I'm forced to accept that another movie has once again dug beneath the bottom of the barrel. And this time, it's BBudha Hoga Tera Baap. The double B helps with the numerology, apparently.
I still don't know what the genre of this movie is. I don't know how much Mr. Bacchan was paid to star in this. Or what he was doing in there except gracefully accepting this "tribute" to his 70 years of PURE AWESOME.
The "heroine" does nothing but look pretty. I think she had a total of 20 lines in the whole movie. Sonu Sood is Mr. "can't keep it in his pants" Chunky reincarnate of Inspector Vijay of yore. Delivers beautifully ham fisted lines. Raveena Tandon should've stopped gracing the screen when the flab got a little too much to get her into item numbers.
There's no story or screenplay to speak of. The "twist" in the movie makes you go "It's BRILLIANT that they would they hire a writer on drugs." The punchlines are off by miles. You could drive a car through some plot holes. I still don't know where Banksy is. I could go on but that worries me somewhat.
All in all, to like this movie, you need to be a rabid, frothing-at- the-mouth Amitabh fan, OR a career front bencher who's in the hall for the AC.
2 out of 10. 1 because the AC was working.