If you really hate yourself, and wanna punish yourself for your pitiful existence, please go to a cinema near you playing ’The Inscrutable Americans’...
I made the terrible mistake of watching this movie with three friends. The only saving grace was that we didn’t have to pay to be thus tortured---PVR in Saket, New Delhi, was handing out free tickets to college students. After watching the movie, we figured out why...
A very badly-made film, one can only blame the debutant director for this fiasco. In this day and age, when one has so many great directors’ styles to learn from, making such a film is unforgivable. The actors are not to blame. Decent performances from most of them, especially the lead--a lad from Bangalore, who did his best with the extremely pitiful character he had to portray, or so it seems--I haven’t read the book, so I don’t know how good or bad the characterisation is..
I must mention that the american actors who played the leading man’s landlady--a shrill, fat woman, who insisted on holding the hem of her frilly dresses in both her hands and dancing about the house, frightening you into believing that an earthquake was to be expected...and his friend in college--a smart-alecy fellow with a cheesy grin and annoying yankee mannerisms, were particularly insufferable.
The plot wasn’t bad--it traced a young, gullible, unexposed young man’s journey to the U.S. of A. to study, where he makes an american friend who’s hell-bent upon helping the guy lose his virginity--made for some funny moments... It also explored the indian craze to live in america, as americans. Contemporary issues...
Still on the whole, a very bad experience to put yourself through. Don’t even let anyone pay you to watch this one...