MR YA MISS
RATING : TSK, TSK
GOD, I CANNOT COMMENT ON WHAT THE STORY IS ALL ABOUT!
ON THE PLUS SIDE, COUNT THE BRIALLIANTLY FUNNY DIALOGUE "PLEASE WRITE YOUR NAME IN THE LIFT. REGISTER NOT WORKING"
SCREENPLAY & CO-DIRECTION BY ANTARA MALI ARE AS INSUFFERABLE AS COLLEGE EDUCATION.
WORSE, YOU ALSO GET TO SUFFER THE MOST STUPID ANTICLIMAX IN THE HISTORY OF INDIAN CINEMA. THE FILM IS AVOIDABLE AS BIRD FLU. THE SO-CALLED FILM IS AS MUCH FUN AS BEING ROASTED IN THE SUMMER SUN. AVOID LIKE THE BUBONIC PLAGUE. KHALID WAS RIGHT WHEN HE SAID "EVERY PERFORMANCE IS WORSE THAN THE OTHER"
AT BEST, DIVYA DUTTA LOOKS SENSUAL.
RITEISH DESHMUKH IS GOOD IN PARTS.
TOWARDS THE END OF THE MOVIE, AFTAB SHIVDASANI IS SEEN APOLOGISING TO THE WOMEN WHOM HE HAD WRONGED.
LIKEWISE, MISS MALI SHOULD APLOGISE TO THE WRONGED AUDIENCE FOR SERVING THIS TORTURE-O-RAMA WHICH IS NEITHER MR NOR MISS BUT A TOTAL CHAKKA!