dhoom 2

so then - suckers like we all are for the hype – there we were paying 180 bucks for 2 and a half hours of excruciating pain. the less said about abhishek bachchan the better. being a self confessed fan for a while of his ubercool drawl and stubble, now the same annoy me no end. he seems smug, self satisfied and an awful actor. the big fm radio ads all over the city add to this effect. and in the movie, whats with his clothes? – who chose those floral prints with lapels on the shoulders?!

and then there is hritik- smooth oily tanned bare chested. like aishwarya rai in drag. same hair color and eyes. and the irritating thing that happens to his jaw when the director gives instructions to look hot. there he goes jutting it out and clenching his cheeks in.

then that buffoon of a chopra who gets the funny lines because it’s a family outing. bul
ging in all the wrong places and with probably a large muscle between his years. comedy is what he tries. that’s what they call it in some circles.

how can i forget the ‘babes’. aishwarya rai, if you please, undressed. as if nudity equals sex appeal. she struts and preens about like a kitten in heat and ends up looking like an idiot. she stands awkwardly and has that catwalk walk perpetually that makes my stomach turn. if sex appeal is to be found anywhere in this overstuffed undercooked star vehicle it is in bipasha basu whose wrist oozes more charisma than all of la-di-dah miss world. and i don’t even like bips.

but i cant stop without carping about the awful music that goes ‘dhoom dhoom dhoom dhoom’ as if forgot what the disaster was called and the camerawork that is over treated and constantly zooms in and out and cranks around without reason- or the editing that thinks that going fast motion / slow motion any time one feels like and / or split screens are so ‘happening’. it’s a movie made by mtv delinquents for more of the same.