Friday, January 19, 2018


Naam Toh Soch Liya. Film Toh Soch Lo Bhai!

½ star

Mini Review:

It’s one thing to want to make a psychological thriller
and another to make it so badly that the audience begins
to wish someone actually slap or beat up the protagonist,
Kay Kay Menon. The whole film revolves around him, and
even though Shutter Island did the same, there can be no
comparison of that prison of the mind story with this
ghastly, cheap remake that ends up looking like an episode
of a TV crime show.

Main Review:

You watch Kay Kay Menon go through the motions of being cop
husband to a poet wife with amusement, and then begin to
wonder: why are they ‘holidaying’ up the mountain when their
own home is just down hill? That’s five minutes into the film!
And if they were on holiday, why is the wife complaining about
him always putting work first? Where did he go running off to
leaving a gorgeous wife (Mandira Bedi) to write poetry? Why
does she have the energy of a corpse? Why is she trussed up
in a saree when the snow is piled up high everywhere? Costumes
apart, you’re already wondering what is the worst that could
happen after such a ghastly mistake? But you’re in for a surprise.
This may be the first of many mistakes…

The film has been shot in a picturesque snowbound small town,
but there is nothing remotely cinematic about the characters
who look like they’re extras from TV cop shows and who should
not be given speaking parts. Including the assistant to the
protagonist who talks so much it’s annoying. And the ‘jokes’
he wants to crack are so lame you wish he were dead instead
of someone who’s been cheating on their girlfriends…
He’s called Ankit (Sharib Hashmi). Every time Kay Kay gets
exasperated Ankit shows up and then vanishes after giving gyan.
You wish he were the victim next for his awful screen presence.

Looks like the filmmakers did not think of practical things in a film:
How does a fancy ACP have no control whatsoever on the
investigation? How does a small town up in snowbound land, have
a ‘forensics’ team that shows up at different crime scenes without
a problem? Is the hotel called Vodka Diaries, or the event at the
hotel nightclub? What do they think they are doing by destroying
snowmen? Why is his poet wife missing? Why does she suddenly
behave like some jealous harpy when Kay Kay shows up as
Rishi Gautam? It’s an assault on the senses, and not in a
good way.

You wonder what Raima Sen is doing in the film, trying to
be mysterious? Is she a dead person too, now haunting
Kay Kay? You wonder which publisher publishes fiction in that
odd size? You wonder why Mandira Bedi carries an empty glass
up to her room instead of a bottle (like most drunk people would
choose to)? And the reveal is so pathetic, you begin to groan
when Kay Kay removes the intravenous line from his hand.
Obviously the filmmakers have never had an IV inserted in their
hands. Removing it is mind-blowingly painful. Just like this film.

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