This was supposed to be a scathing post about the hypocrisy of sex-starved Indian men.
Men, who ogle at very walking female on the street and molest women in the name of preserving 'sacred Indian culture'.
And, the same men, who, ironically, pant at the mere sight of an internationally famous sex-worker.
But 'Jism 2' leaves no room for criticism.
The film was hilarious! I don't remember laughing so much while watching a movie in a very long time.
My friend, Ms. Bee, who had warned me before, but had still accompanied me to the theatre without much cajoling, called me every kind of name she could remember and demanded a refund of her money and time. I dutifully reminded her that it was Friendship Day.
Five minutes in the hall. We want to exchange tickets for another movie.
Half an hour. We are in hysterics, with a very good chance of getting thrown out of the hall.
Forty minutes. A robotic Mr. Singh, a moronic Boss, an over-exposed female with a misplaced sense of patriotism. We are bored.
One and a half hours. Interval! Yoohoo!
Ugh! Where are all the people going? Will they return? Oh no! Please come back. We can't watch this film alone!
Film restarts.
Mr. Hooda reciting shaayari like a dead man before every kiss. Is he drunk? Or drugged?
Fifteen minutes over. Mr. Singh is furious and doesn't want to let go of his 'love'(!!!).
Poor sod! He didn't get even one percent of the trailers. Not even a proper kiss!
Forty minutes. The same moonstruck Mr. Hooda (people actually recorded his dialogues and replayed in the hall!), the same under-dressed Ms. Leone (I wonder why Ms. Bhatt's ordered only lingerie for her heroine..), the same stone-faced Mr. Singh (whose eyeballs, by some secret magic, didn't move at all!), the same moronic boss (I wanted to throttle him with my own bare hands!), the same blue walls, the same confused idea of patriotism....Aaargh! What was Ms. Bhatt thinking???
I bet, the only people who had a good time with anything associated with the movie, were the two male protagonists.
So, exhausted by such intense facial and emotional exercise, we collapsed at Ms. Bee's place, where we really had a good time over Seekh Kababs, tea, gossip and partially-clad cute boys across her balcony (No wonder she loves her flat!). And there ends my crazy Friendship day with a crazier friend, who now wants to avenge herself by dragging me to watch another crap called 'Raaz 3'.
Men, who ogle at very walking female on the street and molest women in the name of preserving 'sacred Indian culture'.
And, the same men, who, ironically, pant at the mere sight of an internationally famous sex-worker.
But 'Jism 2' leaves no room for criticism.
The film was hilarious! I don't remember laughing so much while watching a movie in a very long time.
My friend, Ms. Bee, who had warned me before, but had still accompanied me to the theatre without much cajoling, called me every kind of name she could remember and demanded a refund of her money and time. I dutifully reminded her that it was Friendship Day.
Five minutes in the hall. We want to exchange tickets for another movie.
Half an hour. We are in hysterics, with a very good chance of getting thrown out of the hall.
Forty minutes. A robotic Mr. Singh, a moronic Boss, an over-exposed female with a misplaced sense of patriotism. We are bored.
One and a half hours. Interval! Yoohoo!
Ugh! Where are all the people going? Will they return? Oh no! Please come back. We can't watch this film alone!
Film restarts.
Mr. Hooda reciting shaayari like a dead man before every kiss. Is he drunk? Or drugged?
Fifteen minutes over. Mr. Singh is furious and doesn't want to let go of his 'love'(!!!).
Poor sod! He didn't get even one percent of the trailers. Not even a proper kiss!
Forty minutes. The same moonstruck Mr. Hooda (people actually recorded his dialogues and replayed in the hall!), the same under-dressed Ms. Leone (I wonder why Ms. Bhatt's ordered only lingerie for her heroine..), the same stone-faced Mr. Singh (whose eyeballs, by some secret magic, didn't move at all!), the same moronic boss (I wanted to throttle him with my own bare hands!), the same blue walls, the same confused idea of patriotism....Aaargh! What was Ms. Bhatt thinking???
I bet, the only people who had a good time with anything associated with the movie, were the two male protagonists.
So, exhausted by such intense facial and emotional exercise, we collapsed at Ms. Bee's place, where we really had a good time over Seekh Kababs, tea, gossip and partially-clad cute boys across her balcony (No wonder she loves her flat!). And there ends my crazy Friendship day with a crazier friend, who now wants to avenge herself by dragging me to watch another crap called 'Raaz 3'.
God help me!
4 comments:
hehehehehheehe.....ki dekhte gechile jism 2?? u should be awared a bravery award... :P
Man ogling at walking female on the street and it seems Women are ogling at cute boys across the balcony :)
I do not support molestation but Ogling is OK ,Girls njoyed it .
@Koushik - Ah ha! Provocation does work, Dude! ;P
I had watched Anjaana anjaani, Tees maar khaan, Guzaarish, and two more horse shit movies (naam mone nei) and then stopped watching hindi movies for almost a year. Ekhon dekhi kintu ritimoto bhoy pai... U do deserve a bravery award, girl :D
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