and atrocious grammar! I feel the spirit of Lynn Truss gouge at me as I wince at the opening titles. A moment of weakness, and now I'm 45% of the audience in a dank smelling auditorium at Cineworld, paying for the privilege of Bollywood's latest. Clearly, I lie. It was either this or the vacuum cleaner....
This, as it turns out, is the first Hindi film where I’ve actually enjoyed the second half more than the first! Predictable? Entirely! But the unknown faces were refreshing, the scrip light hearted, witty with a generous dollop of self deprecating humour, the supporting cast hilarious! The classic ‘ladkiyan buses ki tarah hote hain….’ is delivered with such panache, matched only by the ‘sexy butt’ exchange between the two heroes. Superb! My favourite moment though has to be the best mates succinct graph plotting the profit and loss relationship between a babe’s hotness vs her batameeziness, the two mothers, a charmingly successful director, a sultrily comical hot babe, not to mention a shockingly hard, tight, hot male body that’s on display every now and again. Much to be said about the new boys hitting the gym - You go Imran!
Paisa vasooli I’m thinking….
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