I guess everyone likes to think they have good taste most of the time.
On a tired Saturday night, feeling mucky with a horrible cold and nagging restlessness of a bad flu bug, I watch the most awful Hindi movie I have seen in a long time, Housefull.
Even for a Hindi movie, Housefull is at its best compliment, bad improv comedy, its impossible to believe something so utterly nonsensical could be scripted with a pen and then produced —- seriously. This must be ad-hoc comedy by 8 year olds. Must.
Drugged, hubby and I laughed at a few genuine LMAO moments, okay I laughed genuinely and I am quite sure hubby was laughing at me. Claims of being part of the paisa-vasool crowd in the atthani seat got me dirty looks, not the sexy kind, more the nauseating, I going to vomit look.
Fully bullied, I went back to claiming to be under the influence, the cocktail of the antibiotics and Tylenol.
Housefull is not a good movie, it drags, devoid of humor, hubby happily forwarded most of it in slow speed, it’s one of those, I can’t turn it off but I can forward it rules I need to get over.
When you are miserably sick and you wonder how it could get worse, wonder no more, there is a song called, “Hush, hush, papa is sleeping”
For those of you still interested in hearing a straight-forward review, there is no plot. The basic premise is that Bollywood’s Khiladi and Casanova is Housefull’s Loser, with a capital L. Full disclosure, I think Akshay is just all manly, best-in-the-desi-style-sizzle and he plays a supremely competent idiot, he does it so well, you can’t quite believe he is all that awkward, clumsy, and jinxy to carry it off. He needed to be more Steve Martin and less Dean Martin, to bring in a Hollywood analogy, he is just too perfect of a loser to be a, well, loser.
But he is “hero” and we kind of know it despite the fact that we are to believe he is so much bad luck that a casino has hired him to work as a bad luck charm for its patrons, that’s the premise. (Wow somebody green lights this crap of a story! Or do rich people make whatever they want, the way they want it?)
When customers start winning, a quick walk on the floors by Akshay has the winning streak all but disappearing. The celestial stars for Arush (aka Akshay) say if he finds true love his bad luck will turn good forever.
The rest of story is all about how Akshay finds his real true love and he is just not able to shake his bad luck with misunderstandings and coincidences.
Logic, even Hindi movie logic, has nothing to do with this movie. There is tons of annoying slap stick and what-has-now-become-standard gay jokes, I consider slur, and none of it funny.
I did laugh somewhere along the way. Stop glaring at me hubby. I plead involuntary.
We never really find out if Akshay’s success in love results in a kismet change so don’t expect to have any loose ends tied.
My advice: watch it, if you must, preferably with a DVD remote with fresh batteries and some pain-killers. You will have to surrender to your bad taste.
But really folks, there are better ways to challenge yourself to not be so serious.