No excuses. Just unacceptable. What was VB thinking?
This film reminded me of Tees Maar Khan and Joker, both of which I'd been subjected to on a Volvo bus to Bangalore and Mumbai respectively.
Then again Farah and Shirish were not personalities whose film-making panache I revered. But this was disappointing on every level possible. How could he write such a frivolous, shallow scenario? Why did he OK any of those absolutely uninspiring shots? Why subject us to obnoxious song and dance routines so often? And it does not deal with any questions raised by the Communist uprisings in our heartland. I would not even call this fare pseudo-intellectual. It was pretense in all its cinematic Indian glory. Why?