I See You
Cast: Arjun Rampal, Vipasha
Direction: Vivek Agrawal
Gee, seems it’s a kidney scam. Docs in Britain remove that vital organ from their patients and probably sell it to needy souls, whether they’re in Disney or Sydney. Scary.
Gratifyingly, debutant director Vivek Agrawal’s I See You doesn’t dwell on hospital horrors. It strives to be a pleasant, rom-com inspired by Just Like Heaven, the movie featuring Reese Witherspoon-Mark Ruffalo, which hello, hello in any case would have bored even the most benign buffalo.
So, there you are with a script written by one Suresh Nair, which actually makes you long for the return of Abbas Tyre, dialogue that suddenly dredges up Aishwarya Rai’s ghost in Mohabbatein, and a story, which director Agrawal claims to have written. Now that does seem like a cat burglar trying to pass off as a kitten. Plot ke liye kucch bhi karega, what!
On the upside, London town is as beautifully photographed as a Dior evening gown, thank you very much Mr Ashok Mehta. A couple of the Vishal-Shekhar songs are minty cool. And Arjun Rampal looks drop-alive gorgeous, in casual wear, silk-cut hair and an easy yo-bro! Attitude that’s pretty rare. So, why despair?
It’s simply because the kerfuffle about an Anglo-Asian TV anchor (Rampal) being spooked by a bhootni (newcomer Vipasha, okay types) just isn’t engrossingly plotted.
The situations and humour quotient could have been far more imaginatively written and directed — for instance, a meeting with a samosa-happy psychiatrist (Boman Irani, awwwwwful) is about as amusing as a day with no water supply. Drip.
The dry spell continues when Mr Anchor and Miss Soul Mate — whom only he can see and all that — traipse though Londonpur, occasionally accompanied by a buddy type (Chunky Panday, oh oh) who drives an ambulance. Why, why? Because Bhootni Baby has to be whisked away from the hospi where her body is lying in a coma...an explanation for this would require a lifetime of brain scratching.
On the scene, too, are an English cop who breaks into practically every Bollywood song, except for Subhash Ghai’s Ding dong; Sophie Chaudhary who should have retired after Pyaar ke Side/Effects, and hmm, there’s a meanie-beanie doctor too, who’s into kidney pies, steaks and frowns balchow.
Obviously, here’s a project in search of a story. The technical gloss, an elaborate disco trance number Hallo hallo choreographed by Shiamak Davar (quite easily, the best in the business today) and the sincerity of Arjun Rampal’s performance take this enterprise just a teenie-weenie notch above the average.