#ONE TWO THREE HINDI MOVIE#

#ONE TWO THREE HINDI MOVIE#

But what are you selling, by Jove? Beyond the commercial trappings and the 15-minute concept pitch that is the mistaken identity routine, the movie is an empty, vacuous, vapid excuse for a film, shoveled at us because March brings with it a dearth of films. That's the cost of making a commercial film: you have to hard-sell it. The cast has been handpicked for what they do best - the three main men have some comic flair of renown, and all the ladies are known to shed clothing, which is a good thing when you want to sell a film. But these are small mercies in a film where the each gag, each contrived plot twist is dragged way beyond the point when it stops being funny. There are a couple of gags here and there that seem inspired, and say what you will, Mukesh Tiwari actually has developed a keen sense of comic timing. The film is made with the firm belief that all Hindi film audiences looking for a few laughs have bad taste, and just love clichéd loud comedy. Director Ashwani Dheer hates all of us - or at least that is what I gathered. It falls short on all those counts, simply because the film is made with utter contempt for you and me. The film is not the kind you want to make sense of, but the least you expect is a film you can laugh with, or barring even those small mercies, laugh at. I don't know, she speaks in a Jat dialect? Thrown in are Chandu and Chandni (Upen Patel and an increasingly skimpily clad Tanisha Mukherjee), who have hidden Papa's diamonds in the car, and a hot-headed cop Mayawati (Neetu Chandra), who is funny because.

They each get pointed to the wrong people: Tusshar gets to a lingerie designer, Sunil gets to the bhai, a bhai so big that he is called 'Papa' (Mukesh Tiwari), and Paresh gets to a car saleswoman, ready to drop her clothes if you so much as breathe. #3 is Paresh Rawal, an underwear salesman, who has earned a lot of money and now wants to grow into a 'lingeries' business.

#2 is Sunil Shetty, a docile and idiotic 9-to-5er. Laxmi Narayan #1 is Tusshar Kapoor, a wannabe mafioso whose mother wants him badly to become a hitman. The hijinx here are solely reliant on the different occupations of the three leads, leading the rest of the film and cast in the 'plot'. Allright then, here we go: the titular One Two Three are three men named Laxmi Narayan, who end up in the same hotel for some work, and the name confusion sends them in wrong directions. I wish this was about the only text in this review I had to write, so as not to legitimize the film.īut I do suppose you have to make up your own minds about whether a film is worth your time and money. Because if this movie makes any money, it will be living proof that insipid comedies are what the audiences want, and you'll have to sit through another dozen or so this year. Do yourself a favor, will you? Don't go watch One Two Three.

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