In two hours, you cringe and kick yourself. You get haunting memories of films like ‘Buddha Mar Gaya’ and ‘Dirty Politics’ – films that had an audience enticed by a great cast that was willing to embarrass itself and insult the viewer. There is no fathomable cause for great actors like Rishi Kapoor and Paresh Rawal to be involved in such crass stuff that insults your intelligence and questions your tolerance. It could well be the most testing two hours of your life time in recent years at the cinemas. Many decades ago K Balachander gave us a loud tear jerker which marched through the box office helped by some loud music by LP and high-pitched singing of Lata with SPB. That was a tragedy. The story line is somewhat similar. It deals with lovers you defy the language/culture norm of their family background only to be opposed by the families. The similarity ends there.
Hashmukh Patel (Paresh Rawal) is a grocery store owner – a Guajarati who wears his Guajarati pride on his sleeve, living with his Mom (Bharati Achrekar) and his two daughters Pooja (Payal Gosh) and Nimisha (JinalBelani). The colony of Gujaratis has decided to decode the decaying social order and save Bharatiya sanskriti. In this peaceful world one not so fine day a lorry load of people arrive to announce the arrival of a Punjabi family in the neighbourhood. The family is: Guggi Tandon (Rishi Kapoor), his wife (Divya Seth) his son Monty (Vir Das) and the grand old man of the family Prem (Prem Chopra). Everyone in this script is stereotyped to a fault. So, we have the tight-fisted Guajarati, the loud liquor guzzling Punjabi, the loud-mouthed Punjabi lady, a stupidity personified son in love and an indulgent grand pa. Monty falls in love with Pooja – with the most tepid chemistry.
In the two hours of the film among the many mysteries is whether Pooja loves Monty or is just yearning for a guy in her life. While the gregarious Tandons trample and trespass at will and have a boisterous nature for a defense, the Patels do not know what has hit them and are obviously swept away by the arrival of the torpedo in the neighbourhood. Obviously the Hashmukh does not approve of the Tandons and there is no chance for the love story to bloom. Not that anyone cares. To add to the confusion a well-intended programme at the daughter’s engagement goes awry with the prospective father in law (Tikku Tansania) calling of the betrothal. Finally, the entire Chinese torture comes to a close when everyone istired and just call the bluff. While the women in the cast are either outright lampooned or insulted with roles that do not justify any sane presence the guys are all shouting their lungs out for no reason or frowning from habit. Even Paresh Rawal and Rishi Kapoor fail to deliver. This is one marriage that is loud without purpose and you are caught in the traffic jam just not worth attending.