Director: Mohit Suri
Actors: Emraan Hashmi, Neha Sharma
The white woman is the sex-starved, buxom blonde. Inevitably. She strips and pole dances for a living. The brown dude she picks up from the street becomes her instant object of love and affection. They’ve barely met. He prefers to speak to her in Hindi. She knowingly grins. A drunken night, and they hit the bed together. “You’re still a virgin,” she assures him in the morning.
No stress. This can happen if the irresistible Emraan Hashmi is the hero. The boy is on the hunt for PR (‘permanent resident’ status) in Australia. He decides to hook up with a local Indian girl instead. Her “passport’s Australian, but heart’s Hindustani: two in one!” Perfect.
The white man’s a moron. Of course. The racist pig in black leather goes after “curries” (common slur for South Asians in Australia). He’d once made love to a desi girl. Her brother didn’t allow them to have a baby. He and his Klueless Klux Klan must retaliate.
They attack random people from pinds in Punjab and Pakistan at gas stations, on the road. The strip club has by now been set on fire as well! Cops are in on the crimes. No one gets arrested.
Indian man gets hot Australian strippers, along with sumptuous choice of Indian women around. Native Aussie twiddles his thumb. Unfair. Point noted.
This is an “issue-based” film that closely analyses racist attacks against young nihatthe (helpless) Indians in Australia!