Ahem. Now, if that's a bit of subversion from a disgruntled scriptwriter, nicely done. Albeit inadvertent, that line is one of the two high points of this ridiculous movie -- the other point being a deftly ingenuous fight-dodge sequence up, down and across a stairway. That's it, and if neither of these unspectacular slices of celluloid have you thrilled, forget this film. There's nothing else on offer.
] , this significantly untalented child tragically does everything in his power to accentuate the similarity with the star. From angular sideburns to v-necked bodyfitting t-shirts to dance moves and even accent replication methodical enough to be the work of a mimic, he tries to be Hrithik. Oh, and Priyanka must have been seriously smitten to sign on this script. Or act this inanely dotty. She's a singularly attractive actress with considerable talent and charisma, but this is a performance calculated to send her into what-was-I-thinking convulsions. I say this gingerly, wishing not to be misunderstood, but her train wreck acting job is far more suited to pornography than actual cinema. No no, she doesn't shed clothes -- far from it (and, on that note, I kinda wish) or look cheap, but she overacts and overpouts in every single scene, far more a 'naive babe in the woods' cliche from a babydoll fantasy than anything with a brain. It's devastatingly bad.
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