Cast: Dino Morea, Milind Soman, Sheetal Menon
Direction: Pawan Kaul
If this wham-Brahm-thank-you-ma'am cross-hover effort will go down in the annals, tunnels and funnels of Indian cinema history, it's simply for the fact that it has more ‘eff' words than you'd find in a country bevda bar.
Anyway, Morea (dentist's delight), Soman (call good old Nalini-Yasmin for an immediate shear) and newcomer Menon (with beer mug eyes), go on that f-and-butt spree. Oof, eff, such pelf.
Surely Kaul could have made a straight, slick whodunit, instead of making you gasp at the lingo, endless shots of a lady looking through a monsoon glass, and heavens, Simone Singh delivering angry Bachchanesque dialogue while moving around in a satiny night gown. Clown frown.
More: two lines of dialogue might actually make you fall out of your chair. Asks Dino of Menon, as saltily as Eno, "Do you like your eggs fried or fertilised?" And a reluctant cab driver is howled at, "Then just sit there and sh.." Honestly, the cabbie could have just said eff eff. For Finland, of course.