Clichés! Clichés! Clichés! Another ?bold? film by the masters of Bollywoodian creativity that leaves you cold. Julie (Neha Dhupia, somnolent) loves N eil in Goa (the director thought Goa is one big city). They roll in the hay, and Julie dreams of the kids they are going to have. N eil dumps her for Mr. Braganza Paisewallah?s daughter. Julie cries and goes to Mumbai. She gets usefully employed with a builder. There she meets lipless Sanjay Kapoor and the two lock lips and body while a tuneless song blares in the background. But Sanjay too turns out to be a dhokebaaz and poor Julie has no other option but to turn in to a vaishiya (prostitute). Phew! Gasp! Help! Help! Another weak reason to titillate the front benchers by another over-the-hill film maker ? Deepak Shivdasani takes over where Karan Razdan left. Why can?t these filmwallahs simply say, ?I want to titillate my audience. The heroines are more than willing to fake orgasm on screen, and ahem, ahem, shed their clothes.? Instead, they seem to harp on the psychological realism of whores and lesbians that they wish to depict. Boo! Neha Dhupia as Julie is atrocious. She always seems to have the same expression ? zapped ? be it in scenes of mirth, anguish or sexual ecstasy. But as far as nudity is concerned, she seems to have beaten Mallika Sherawat hollow. But unlike Sherawat, Dhupia is plain cold. She just does not excite. Sanjay Kapoor ? ugh! The less said of him, the better. Yash Tonk ? This guy was better off doing serials. He is a bad actor. No two ways about it. Priyanshu Chatterjee ? He is a decent act, the movie?s saving grace. But the poor lad who resembles Abhishek Bachchan, doesn?t have too many scenes. Ah! He?s one guy we would love to take home to mommy dearest. What say girls? The songs by Himesh Reshammiya are off tune and Sameer?s lyrics do his reputation no good. Just stay away from Julie. You get sex in the movie, but it?s served chilled. Cheers!