FIRST THINGS first, Kambakht Ishq is one of those typical films that are atypically Bollywood products – huge canvas, biggest stars, hype, money, packaging and the script missing.
Some might like the ‘product’; others might detest it – but the producer has in the meantime raked in moolah to move on to another film – err… product.
Who’s complaining?
Not me.
For past two weeks, KI, is in news. Be it Akshay kissing Kareena or vice-versa – 7 times – (did Saif go green, good!) or Denise Richards giving a glorifying testimony to Akshay’s puckering skills. The film is in news.
Sylvester Stallone, praising his first bollywood movie – Kumbukt Eeshq – as he goes; makes international news.
The fact that the film was declared a bonafide hit five days before it actually had it’s first commericial screening; is trade news. If that was not all; the news that capped crowning-glory is Akshay’s reported ex-flame Pooja Batra’s credit for getting the Hollywood biggies – gossip news! Did you say, you want a review rather than news!?
Bemused, I am, how do I review, for KI has no story. It relies on done to death gags – cake splashing on faces – need more; with one simple line – Kareena hates Akshay, Akshay hates Kareena – and how they eventually kiss and make-up.
It is indeed, to the credit of Akshay Kumar then that he had a packed house enthralled and in splits. The way he is growing and maturing as an actor is amazing!
He deserves an Oscar for injecting life into this lifeless script – I hope it doesn’t end up CC2C way!
What rocks the movie:
Locales
Production values
What chucks the movie:
Writing, script or whatever!
Sunny paaji actually did a better job of uprooting a hand-pump than Sly does with a parking meter. Trust me.
Verdict: