Welcome to a world where ordinary folk live in castles so huge that their voices echo (at least they do in the emotional scenes). Vicky (Akshay Kumar [Images]) harbours a dream of becoming a pop star and is supported by girlfriend Anjali (Amisha Patel [Images]). She dutifully waits for him every evening and forgives his every mischief. Disturbingly, that's all she does. An educated, sensible girl, she isn't pursuing a career, doesn't even hold a job and has no plans to study further.
Enter Natasha (Karishma Kapoor [Images]), the third point in this flogged-to-death love triangle.
There is also an absolutely unnecessary sub-plot about two musical show organisers -- Morani (Gulshan Grover [Images]) and Torani (Ashish Vidyarthi) -- out to get Vicky for refusing them a show. These lisping (it's supposed to be funny) 'villains' hire two badfellas called Tarzan and Tiger (chuckle), who don't look menacing enough to hurt a fly. They disappear somewhere in the middle to come back for the climax.
Natasha, owner of a music company called Angel Music, offers Vicky a job and promises to make his dreams come true. But there's a catch. It turns out she has loved him since they were in college and has floated a music company just to make him, well, her 'jeevan sathi'. So they fly off to the US, where she makes a pass at him. He resists at first, but then....
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From then on, Natasha follows him everywhere, demanding her rights, appearing out of nowhere like a ghost. So far, she was a wacky CEO, ready to undergo business losses to promote her object of affection. Now, she turns into a full-blown psycho, slitting wrists, dancing feverishly on glass, plotting murder and the like. The rest leads to a clich�d and bizarre ending, so let's not go there.
Everything about this film seems hackneyed. Romantic scenes between lovebirds Vicky and Anjali include sharing a melting ice cream that leads to you-know-what.
The dubbing is often out of synch and the cinematography is unimaginative. The dialogue, though attempting to intersperse casual English words, is still stuck in a time warp. The music by Nadeem Shravan belongs to decades ago. Karishma looks fabulous though. She is subtly sensuous and, for once, not dressed outrageously. One wishes she had a better comeback vehicle. Amisha Patel too has a fabulous wardrobe and looks spirited.
Frankly, then, the film belongs to the two actresses, especially Karishma. Akshay looks tired throughout. He needed better make-up and some wardrobe sense. Also, he may be cool, but to have him play a college kid is a bit of a stretch.
After the debacle of Dosti, Suneel Darshan should have thought some more about releasing this. Why make a film on a story that has been told a zillion times? And, if making inspired films is your thing, why not rent an award-winning Hollywood flick?
I am not advocating it, but it certainly is the lesser of the two evils.