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Review: Aagey Se Right

movie reviews Updated: Sep 05, 2009 18:13 IST
Mayank Shekhar
Mayank Shekhar
Hindustan Times
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Aagey Se Right
Cast: Shreyas Talpade, Kay Kay Menon, Vijay Maurya
Direction: Indrajit Nattoji
Rating: * & 1/2

I suspect the twisted stories of such films sound a lot more exciting at verbal narration. The audience merely groans, when the self-indulgence is put up on screen. This is just a better-produced version of a film that makes it to theatres every other week.

The genre is mindless comedy. You wish a lot more mind was applied into making it. Kundan Shah did the cult-classic Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro back in ’82. He screwed it up for generations of Indian filmmakers after.

A fresh recruit to the Mumbai Police (Shreyas Talpade) finds his service-pistol missing on his first day to work. He follows the gun, while getting embroiled in one silly, sophomore sub-plot after another. The shindig never stops. The film appears inching toward Pankaj Parasher’s Peecha Karo: a caper so bad that it was actually great. It doesn’t even get there.

At one point the cop in uniform gets into the villain’s den. No one cares. This low-budget Bond-style castle of crime is a company called ‘Socha Toh Locha Enterprises’, where “you enter to get prizes”. It belongs to a South Indian fraudster Raghav Shetty (fine caricaturist Vijay Maurya).

This gentleman is friends with a Jehadi terrorist and a practitioner of chaste Urdu (Kay Kay Menon). Shetty makes him learn Bambaiyya. The terrorist in turn gives up his guns for a “gentimating item” (a hot girl). The only seconds the screen lights up are the minor bits between the South Indian soul-fry, and this Urdu ustad.

It makes you wonder how Kay Kay, in his mid-40s, exposition of his talent already limited by age, has been wasting himself in average-rung films. He puts in his best, what comes out are movies called Maan Gaye Mughal-e-Azam, Drona or some Hitchcock knock-off Strangers. He outdoes Jack Nicholson, but in a copy of A Few Good Men (Shaurya). He cracks it here, but the picture’s perenially after some pistol, so you can leave your brains behind. Do it. I just wonder what your brains will do, home alone.