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Uday Chopra, Rahul Dev, Nauheed Cyrusi, Purab Kohli, Nandita Das, Irfan Khan

india Updated: Jun 21, 2003 20:10 IST
Saibal Chatterjee
Saibal Chatterjee

When will men like Padam Champion Kumar ever learn that there is more to filmmaking than merely splicing together a series of loosely strung sequences? And will someone please tell Uday Chopra that his future in the industry lies elsewhere, not in front of the camera? After playing a softie in Mohabbatein and Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi Hai, he goes in for an image makeover, but the tough action hero role doesn't sit to pretty on him. He's no Sunny Deol.

While the terribly miscast Chopra must certainly bear a large part of the blame for the way Supari has turned out - a completely mindless, utterly unconvincing, gratuitously gory film that seeks to explore the impact of violence and crime on the lives of four ordinary college guys but only manages to demonstrate what a shoddy script can lead to - the director, the captain of this sinking ship, has no clue where his film is really headed. The audience is smarter: they know it's headed nowhere at all.

The apology of a storyline revolves around these young men in a hurry - one wants to own a red Ferrari and wake up every morning in Manhattan, another wants to wing off to Dubai, while a third aspires to marry off his sisters. In short, they all need pots of money.

They place a huge bet on an India-Pakistan cricket match, which, a contact assures them, has been fixed. But a little big guy called Sachin Tendulkar puts paid to their hopes and they find themselves Rs 5 lakhs in the red and in the line of the underworld's fire.

The hero, Aryan Pandit (Uday Chopra), agrees to become a hired assassin in order to clear the debt he and his friends have run up. As hapless puppets in the hands of Mamta Sekhri (Nandita Das), a dreaded female ganglord, the boys go berserk, leaving behind a trail of blood and corpses on the streets of the city. When pangs of guilt assail Aryan, his friends drift away from him and the proceedings get even messier.

The script makes a feeble attempt to provide some relief in the form of a romantic track, with debutante Nauheed Cyrusi playing an ingénue madly in love with the hero, but, just as much as the rest of the film, the love story goes round in concentric circles of unreason.

Any mitigating factors? None whatsoever. Even Nandita Das and Irfan Khan cannot save this load of rubbish from sinking under its own dead weight. In the company of a slew of hopelessly bad actors, they sleepwalk through their ill-defined roles. Supari doesn't deserve any better.

First Published: Jun 21, 2003 13:47 IST