Review: Mr White Mr Black
Evidently, plot-less and even more annoyingly, clueless, Mr White Mr Black compels you to lose your faith in cinema, quips Khalid Mohamed.Updated: May 03, 2008, 16:41 IST
Mr White Mr Black
Cast: Suniel Shetty, Arshad Warsi
Direction: Deepak Shivdasani
Even if this was Mr Purple Mr Pink, Mr Chocolate Mr Toffee, Mr Halwa Mr Halwai, nothing could have redeemed this Deepak Shivdasani travesty.
Evidently, plot-less and even more annoyingly, clueless, Mr White Mr Black (not to be confused with a Subhash Ghai product) compels you to lose your faith in cinema. If there are any tube lights at the end of the tunnel here, they’re invisible.
Just in case, you’re curious to know what Suniel Shetty and Arshad Warsi are up to, please be warned that even they don’t seem to know what they’re doing. Mr Shetty once again deserves his unchallenged title of Ham No. 1.
As for Warsi, he tries in vain to save this jiggery pokery about a Hoshiarpur piecelet of land, dirty diamonds, down market bikinis, a don called Laadla (Ashish Vidyarthi, no improvement) and women in the kind of provocative poses that curl your toes.
Really, you leave this Safed-Kala, swearing to your near and dear ones as well as the luckier pedestrians on the street that you won’t ever see a Mr Shetty movie ever again – not in this lifetime at least. An Arshad Warsi rib tickler? Just maybe. An Ashish Vidyarthi classic? NO CHANCE.