Welcome to the 'I-wanna-be-real' world of the de-glam Meera Achrekar (Mandira Bedi). Mandira in real is the most glamorous and famous woman even romotely related to Cricket, so what if in the most commercial of ways! But Here, She takes off her designer saris, wears topper Student-like Spectacles and teaches Mathematics. And She kinda epitomises, as one of her co-leagues in the films puts down as, the “ideal Behen-ji”.
What actually makes her fascinating is - She loves Cricket. And the twist in this embarrassingly dramatic tale is, She does it beyond anything and everyone. So When she finds love in a living being (finally!), her priorities are obviously under suspicion. She is supposed to be this House wife, who should not have any Passion - leave it for a sport. What, or rather whom, will she choose ??
And That, take it or leave it, is the crux of our story. And I thought our Films were finally trying to go away from the typical clichés.
In the way its script is penned, The film has obvious references to Guddi and Bend it like Beckham. However, it lacks any weight what-so-ever to make this experience an enjoyable one. What’s sad is Despite having the potential of being an entertaining ride, It ends up messing it big time with its blown-up dialogue and a hackeyed and overtly melodramatic screenplay that only worsens as the film progresses further.
Sure there are some endearing touches like the middle-class sensibilities of a girl who hasnt moved much out of her suburbs beyodn work time. For instance, She doesn’t know the varieties of Coffee at CCD as She never has been there in her life. She’s grown up on ‘Ghar-ke-laddu’, you see. Also, She is bewildered when a newly made friend enquires about how many men she has dated as yet. But It pains to see the same kind of earthiness missing by far in the way other aspects of this played-to-the-gallery melodrama are handled. The final half and hour is absurdity at its best!
Not so surprisingly, The characters too are mono-shaded and hardly have any layers. The relationships are handled with such immaturity that could make Ghai proud for what he did in his latest flick, the only exception being the one involving Eizaz Khan and his father played by Anuapam Kher. Kher is delightful and remarkably under-plays despite not much scope fetched to him. But towards the end, He too, just like the film itself, throws his hands up. I guessed the director just started feeling envy pangs and asked this fellow veteran actor to match him step by step.
Eizaz Khan can be of really good use to those who’are seeking reliable furniture for their new homes. And that brings us to our expected ‘Show-stopper’ Mandira Bedi.
Ms. Bedi illuminates this otherwise lacklustre kitsch with her presence and Performs pretty decently, But She isn’t radiant enough to overshadow all the other dark spots around her. They ARE indeed very much visible throughout the film, just like the decoration of Mandira’s house interiors, that is shamelessly Lavish for an average lower middle class house. It puts you off beyond measures, and makes sure You don’t feel the slice-of-life feel of the ambience, as much as you what to. Who are we ordinary souls against a Film maker’s conviction after all ?
At Your own Risk!
Rating - **