Movie Review: Pyare Mohan

Oh God, it has been 5 days and still my brain hasn't sprouted anything creative or original to say about Pyare Mohan. But what can my brain come up with when the film itself is so uncreative, unoriginal, and uninspiring?

I expected a stupid movie, and we went in precisely for that reason, to be able to laugh, but I was still very disappointed with Milap Zaveri's script. He had so much promise in Masti, and now his smart-alecky lines came across as merely cliched and DUMB. If only people paid as much attention to the script as they do to outfits (not that those are good either), and in particular in this case, Esha Deol's stuck-in-place windswept hairstyle and tanned perfect makeup.

So Pyare and Mohan, (see, Ive even forgotten who is who) are two guys (played by Fardeen Khan., who seems to be enjoying marriage from the slight double chin, and Viveik Oberoi, who is back to being single and boyish with his singular hairstyle) who happen to be occupationally handicapped: one is deaf and the other, blind. They are maha chaapla guys who have a small Archie's greeting cards and assorted knickknacks shop and pray for each other to find love etc etc. Predictably they stumble across Priya and Preeti (I think), Amrita Rao and Esha Deol prancing about in miniscule sexy jogging clothes showing off their soft and taut athletic figures respectively. Pyare and Mohan promptly fall in love, misreading the girls' grateful affection for helping them through some tight spots.

Now suddenly, don Tony Fernandes, played by a harrowed-looking ruddy Boman Irani with an ANNOYING thothla accent, reappears after supposedly dying in the first part, and is after the girls who are off to Thailand because they witness him confessing his existence. What timepass! So basically they are stranded and jailed in Bangkok by a wacko Thai inspector and our heroes land up there and hatch sidey schemes to escape with them. The don sends his moron fatso younger brother and various (kinda hot) Thai goons to catch them, oh god what timepass. (oops repeated it in the same paragraph but REALLY!) of COURSE, it being a hindi movie, all's well that ends well.

More than the movie, I was impressed with Roxy cinema at Grant Road, Opera House. Ok, parking is a bit of a problem, but it's manageable, and the food is a little more classic desi movie ishtyle. They have the corn rubbish, competing as they are with the other multiplexes, but they also have nice medium sized packets of potato wafers, in lime and spicy, tomato, and plain flavours, tomato discs and teekha sali wafers, a range of nice icecreams, and popcorn and sandwiches. And the nice part is, that while we were sitting on our seats during the interval (trying our hardest to not succumb to the temptation of eating during movies, despite the said movie being watched after a heavy lunch), an employee came iwth a tray of canteen food, vending it to the public at their seats! That's such a good idea! Many people are too lazy or bored to go to the canteen during the short intermissions, and can buy them right there. (I also loved and miss Intermission at Metro).

Anyway.

Conclusion: Watch Masti or Hungama anyday. Though apparently Pyare Mohan is better than Shaadi se Pehle.