27 April,2012 06:01 PM IST | | Shaheen Parkar
Yeh Mumbai hai, yahan sirf vaat lagti hai⦠keeping this agenda strictly in mind, writer-director Rakesh Mehta set out to make a film. With the help of an ensemble cast, he weaves together tales of some peculiar characters hoping that the names of the cast members would lend credence to the story. But when you take on over-familiar subjects seen umpteen times on the big screen like Mumbai's underworld; showbiz and the casting couch; the nexus between the cops and the politicians there is a sense of déjà vu.
There is Salman (Kay Kay Menon), son of a gangster, who is out to seek revenge for the killings of his parents. A London-returned chef Amol (Ranvir Shorey) is deeply wounded not by a knife in the kitchen but by his girlfriend who dumps him. Musician Ajoy (Pradhuman Singh) is obsessed with death when not with music. He uses cookware to scratch his back and also feels scratchy you know where. Haryana ka puttar Rajveer (Manu Rishi) is in hot pursuit of Nigerian drug peddlers. Plus there is a wannabe Dolly (Neha Bhasin) who hopes of being a star.
All these characters descend on Mumbai hoping to either live their dreams or to see their dreams going to dust. The story meanders around their trials and tribulations with Manu Rishi providing the light moments with the rest doing their bits in a script that has nothing much to offer. At moments it looks like things are just going on and on, hoping for an end. And when you see each and every character smoking like a chimney, you can only think of heading to the nearest exit for some fresh air.
