Review: WELCOME TO NEW YORK

This film should be sent up the river!

And I hope they drown it before it reaches Sing Sing.

ZERO stars

Mini Review:

When you watch award shows, you know the stars in the

audience are cheering and clapping for something else. They

use the footage from the IIFA show and include it on terrible

green screens and edits to make a terrible copy of Mel Brooks

hit film The Producers. This film fails to extract even half a

guffaw, and proves that Karan Johar is better off behind the

camera and not in the front of it.

Main Review:

I 💓 KJo, But I love cinema more

Don’t get me wrong, I love Koffee With Karan, bad spelling and

all. He’s witty and clever and makes his guests talk. But in this

film, he’s intolerable. He’s a parody of everything bad. And my

sensibilities were hurt when he claims in the film that the red

blazer he’s wearing is ‘2017 December Prada’. The film is so

terrible, you google and confirm that Prada did not have

anything remotely red in their fall-winter collection, unless it was

a messenger bag. The K-Jo fan inside me died.

IIFA Murdabad!

So they take the story from The Producers, and Lara Dutta

wants to ruin the IIFA New York because she’s denied a

promotion. She runs a ‘talent contest’ and decides to choose

the worst of the worst. We could give the film a glimmer of a star

because they do not show us the different participants showing

their talent. Small mercies. But the glimmer dies with the hamming

from everyone. Boman Irani, Karan Johar, Sonakshi Sinha,

Diljeet Dosanjh… everyone should be hung and salted for Bigas

Luna’s Jamon Jamon part two. Except that everyone who sat

through this travesty should be allowed to watch shirtless

Javier Bardem standing in front of these ‘stars’ hung by great big

ham hooks.

Sonakshi Sinha overdoes the 'faint upon seeing Salman Khan'

bit, but it is not awful to watch. It's awful that she has to be a

Gujju girl and they have to add fafda and Modiji and 'Gujarat is

best' in everything she says. Ugh!

Sad to see Riteish Deshmukh be a part of this despite having

made Ek Villain, Lai Bhari and Faster Fene. As Marathi mums

will say, ‘Why, Riteish, why?’

Diljit Dosanjh is perfect example of a girl crush shattering.

He was brilliant in Udta Punjab and Phillauri. And now this? He’s

neither fully village bumpkin, nor is he a movie buff. He’s butter

chicken with butter gone rancid. What a let down the lure

of ‘big movies’ can be!

They made the film in 3D as well!

The movie itself is terribly made. It uses footage from the IIFA

awards, showing how stars arrive and are seated and are

cheering for something that’s happening on stage. It’s so terribly

inserted, even lay people in the audience can see clearly that

it is not shot for the film. And if IIFA paid money to promote

their brand, the audience will prove that content, not footage

is king.

Am sure Karan Johar’s cell phone has smarter and

more interesting video footage than this awful, awful film.

(this review appears on nowrunning dot com )