If Hollywood is synonymous with professionalism, Bollywood is a place where movies are made (and become hits) in unimaginable circumstances (like even without a script). Imagine one fine day a guy from the real wood lands up in the sweltering Hyderabad heat, he is lost for words in an alien world. A seductive heroine, an ageing superstar who runs around trees with starlets a third of his age, a son of a makeup man who turns producer, then producer-director and all the ’main tera khoon pee jaaonga’, ’kutte-kamine’ verbosity thrown in for good measere.
This is Bollywood Calling for you.
But Nagesh Kukunoor doesn’t exactly live upto the promise of the now classic Hyderabad Blues and the watchable Rockford. The movie has its share of good lighter moments. To our Indian ears it is side-splitting to hear a firangi mouthing heavily accented desi explicitives. If you are a Nagesh-Kukunoor-film-type-of-guy/gal, then you may give it a try.
For the rest - simply follow your heart.