Tom, Dick and Harry
When We went to theatre We Think we will enjoy of this movie. But we have just lost our time and money nothing else
Whatever Deepak Tijori was thinking while filming this ‘circus’ couldn’t have been anything remotely to do with story-telling. . But since when did we have to pay for getting ourselves punished?
‘Tom, Dick and Harry’ begins at its wit’s end and keeps slipping further down the hole. Script-less no-brainers may have some sort of a trend going on in here considering the number of other such fares in the same league released in the past year or so.
Not surprisingly, a cosy group of frat boys in the row in front of me actually hissed through most of this ‘corny’ romp. And this was intended to be a multiplex-masala ! No hope. So if your keen, here’s what the hubbub is about.
Tom, Dick and Harry are three physically impaired people played by Dino Morea (Tom-deaf), Anuj Sawhney (Dick- blind) and Jimmy Shergill (Harry-dumb). The trio lives together as paying guests to a Sardar letch (Rakesh Bedi). Their itch begins when Celina (Celina Jaitley) arrives as their new neighbourhood hottie.
This fascination leads to several trivial misadventures which are blown up into long boorish gags. Until the girl turns out to be a cop who is out to get one pompous mafia king pin Suprano (Gulshan Grover) who has apparently enslaved Gabbar Singh, Shaakaal and Mogambo (yeah, the legendary Bollywood baddies) and blusters about his evil streak at the drop of a ..erhh... ‘hair’. Just so you know there’s also a cuss-spewing fisherwoman (Kim Sharma) who is enamoured by the charms of the deaf chap and tries to lure him with her self-proclaimed ‘natural’ bosom.
Several tasteless comic tracks later, the baddie is nabbed and all’s well in Moron-ville. This is the second film in the span of a month which uses physical impairment as a subject of ridicule and indifference. Spare a thought folks.
Among the cast ‘Fight Club’ presto Dino Morea tries to be smooth. The others may well want to shelve this film to an untraceable crevice of their memory.
Among the elements, Himesh Reshammiya (music) turns out another nasal twang that’s topped the charts. The direction by Deepak Tijori is a perfect illustration of what not to attempt as a filmmaker. This will go down on the triptych as one where we completely ‘lost it at the movies’.