Mar 01, 2012 05:17 PM
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(Updated Mar 01, 2012 08:45 PM)
Jodi Breakers is a good story idea executed in a horribly wrong way. If you are a writer (not necessarily a celebrity kind of but even a casual one), you will know that writing a good story, article, whatever… takes 2 things: idea and execution (the actual writing). Hence it is painful for me to see a good story idea gone waste. I don’t know if this is an original story idea or some rip-off from Hollywood.
The plot is about 2 partners specializing in obtaining divorces for their clients. One assignment goes wrong and they set out to put it back in place.
Break-ups in real life are best treated in one way: scrap everything and move on. But movies are not real, so they are allowed some freedom to achieve the age-old Bollywood climax: ‘And they got together again .’ But this one is seriously flawed and the whole string of incidents and scenes is nauseating, to say the least. The dialogues make you cringe; seriously, who speaks such non-sense these days? Sample this: there’s a scene where the hero claims that a heart shaped cake does not look like a heart but looks like a bum and only sh*t will come out of a bum. And another character starts farting continuously right after this. Who laughs on such non-sense? Not me at least; and not the other 40 odd people in the auditorium where I watched this.
I was actually checking my emails and facebook for most of the time post-interval; it was that bad! I could not digest whatever tricks were used to patch up the separated lovebirds.
I know that there is a species out there named ‘Omi Vaidya fans’ but I can’t tolerate this guy and the trash that he exhibits under the disguise of ‘acting’. He is one of the very few things in this world that make me lose my head the moment I see them.
Madhavan as a playboy!? Yawn! I mean, he will probably need to chop off 98% of his physical volume to be somewhere near that category. And put him in a frame together with the superfit Bipasha Basu, Milind Soman and the lady who plays the role of Mr. Soman’s wife (I don’t know who she is, but she IS superhot!)** – it just amplifies his football shape.
This film should be avoided. Period.
* P.S. Did some google search on this lady after posting the review [couldn't resist ;-)] and her name is Dipannita Sharma.
