He takes absolutely no pains to bring any freshness to the tale of four friends in need of accommodation in Pattaya. When they find a suitably dumb landlord (Johny Lever), the condition of “only for the family” comes in the way..…so two of them are forced to become drag queens to buy some time. Enter the heroines and a stuttering brother (Chunkey Pandey) of the landlord, which leads to confusion and eventually paves the way for the aforesaid pandemonium.

The story apparently is based on a play and Paritosh hasn’t wavered from the established Golmaal formula which has brought sizeable returns at the box office in recent past. Here no one is spared and no situation is above board.

In such contraptions, plot is virtually non-existent and a flurry of lowbrow gags constitutes the screenplay. Paritosh plays with different meanings of foreplay but never ever threatens to take us to an engaging climax. His jokes come straight from the lavatory and lurid details in the name of smart turn of phrase are in downright bad taste.

Right from the Tehelka days Javed Jafferi has been adept at cross-dressing and here again he gives it all. Unfortunately the director has given him some cheap make-up so don’t expect any authenticity! Shreyas Talpade is up to the task as well and tries to keep his senses when everyone around him keeps losing it. Lever and Delnaaz Paul do manage to rub the funny bone off and on but for how long you can laugh at somebody who pronounces wedding as welding and expecting as expanding?

Celina Jaitely, Neha Dhupia and Riya Sen are usual suspects in such enterprises where dumb dolls are the need of the hour for some unimaginative situations for skin show.

Such guests should pay to be watched!

Once in a while you come across situations where impossibility crosses your way. It is here that dreams come in handy because dreams allow us possibility. It is one such tale where one protagonist dares to dream and pulls the other, who is hopelessly disillusioned.

It is the story of an aspiring choreographer Suhani (newcomer Gayatri Patel) who wants to realise her passion in the city of reveries. And till that big opportunity beckons she is happy sharing her skills with the kids of the neighbourhood. One night she comes across a bunch of street urchins led by Aftab, who is a terrific dancer but unaware of his potential. He is happy rendering his services to a drug lord. She decides to turn his promise into a reality.

Meanwhile, she gets her cherished break but as she rises up the ladder she discovers the mentor (Aquib Afzal) wants “something” in return. Not ready to compromise, her dreams seem to go for a toss. However, with a little help from a selfless soul mate (Ajai Chowdhary), she decides to make her own stage.

The premise raises hope, Gayatri is competent – quite different from the usual Bollywood damsels – and debutant director Aarif Sheikh has control over the technical aspects but the film suffers from predictability. Suhani is never pushed to the brink to bring us on the edge. Then there are not enough sub-plots to hold our attention. For a script where music and dance constitute the lifeline we don’t get enough throb value either.

In the beginning it reeks of Naach, towards the middle it becomes a moralistic tale, and by the end it leaves you with the feeling of a promise unfulfilled. Better skip it!

There was a time when our very own Dharmendra used to catch bullets and throw them back at his enemies. It was supposedly a device to catch the attention of the masses but the discerning used to laugh because they very well knew that nothing can touch the hero. Watching Wolverine brings that same good old grin to our faces.

There cannot be an emotional connect with a man who you know can’t die, come what may. He is just a device for seamless action. There is not even a shred of vulnerability which makes superhero stories believable.

It is just that Bollywood’s lack of technical finesse made Dharmendra look crude while Hugh Jackman appears smartly imposing with his shining blades.

To his credit, Jackman gives this flimsy prequel, which traces the origins of Logan/Wolverine, flesh and blood. He showcases the volatile animal instincts all over again as he reprises the role that turned the tide for him.

After fighting in the American Civil War and the World Wars alongside his half-brother Victor (Live Schreiber), Logan finds himself in jail because of the wicked ways of his brother.

The mutants are rescued by Major Stryker (Danny Huston) for his selfish gains. When Logan finds himself reduced to a vehicle of atrocities, he parts ways and begins a new life in Canada with his beloved (Lynn Collins). But Stryker strikes back with Victor in tow. And the rest is boom-boom!

Director Gavin Hood has mounted the film on a spectacular scale, but cinema is not just about pretty pictures of bedlam.

There is hardly any joy or pathos waiting to be experienced in this one-dimensional enterprise.

Only for those driven by brute instincts!

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