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Abysmal production values and amateurish direction
This has to be the worst sophomore effort to have reached Indian cinemas in a long time. Forget Salman Khan, forget Govinda, forget even Gunda or Dada Kondke, this film, in Roger Ebert's immortal words for "Freddy Got Fingered", "isn't the bottom of the barrel, doesn't scrape the bottom of the barrel, should not be in the same sentence as barrels." There is so much to fault in this film, and so little to admire that I am at a loss where to start.
How about the dubbed, artificial voices of the Mrs Singh and Mr Mehta? How about the horrid make-up? Mr Mehta is wearing eye-liner, for crying out loud! How about a butchering of every scene? How about ham-handed set-design? How about atrocious dialogue delivery? How about ugly actors? And let me not get started about the plot.
Save your money and your time and skip this piece of trash.
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