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an [Divya Dutta], his loving wife, stands by her husband at all times. As Rajendra continues to fail in his various money-making schemes, Suman pleads with God to help her husband.
One look at the set of 'Maharathi', and its theatrical origin is given away. Uttam Gada's play, inspired by Sleuth, has the twisting-turning kind of plot that was popular in stage thrillers once, and the play was a big hit.
In Chandrakant Kulkarni's 'Meerabai Not Out' (reminiscent of Hrishikesh Mukherjee's 'Guddi'), the heroine has a secret crush on Anil Kumble (who appears as himself) and a penchant for gully cricket with the boys.
Too bad that Anil Senior's 'Dil Kabaddi' characters come out of a Woody Allen film ('Husbands and Wives'). But with Indian coyness added to them. People who have been married for years talk like this: Wife: Let's do it. Husband: Do what? Wife (with a shrug) You know. (Oh grow up!)
It takes some time to set aside misgivings about a film that seems to say "crime pays". When the eponymous Lucky of Dibakar Banerjee's 'Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye!' is first seen, he is a media star and a battery of cops is fetching and carrying for him.
ngh as a wily housewife. Abhay Deol, of course, makes a marvellous Lucky with deadpan humour—the actor has consistently shown an adventurous streak in his choice of films.The boisterous music (Sneha Khanvalkar) plus retro kitsch look and feel, make it worth a watch. Banerjee is clearly not a one-film wonder, but a director who stands out in a crowd with a style that's quirky and individualistic.
Siddharath (Sharman Joshi) is supposed to be a scientist, who is working on a project to "make a toy dog fly" and seeking a grant for that. Could anyone take a man like that seriously? His redeeming feature is that he plays the saxophone and has all the time in the world, when his older brother Harsh (Sanjay Suri) is a busy stock broker in Mauritius (which is a pretty location, but hardly such a major financial hub!)
Harsh is to marry Aliya (Chitrangada Singh), which for some reason annoys his mother Gayatri (Shabana Azmi), and she is reluctantly dragged by husband Navin and Siddharth to Mauritius for the imminent wedding.
Gayatri's persistent queries about her parents, irritate Aaliya (she could have just told her the truth right at the start, which she does later) and the family gathering is not a success.
While Harsh and his boss are battling a market crash, Aaliya and Siddharth fall in love. He has some scruples about it, she behaves as if it's quite alright and goes to the extent of seducing him.
'Sorry Bhai' is just a flat and mostly humourless film – Siddharth and Aliya's attraction involves silly gimmicks like sliding down a banister. This kind of no-substance, fluffy film needed style, great acting and an ability to pull off melodrama—all of which 'Sorry Bhai' lacks. And what is one to make of Navin's outburst at his wife—in which he makes accusations at her, which are not quite substantiated with what is seen of their relationship all along.
Shabana Azmi, who can be depended on to lift up any role, cannot do much with one so banal; it is Boman Irani's vivacity, that somehow makes their scenes together work and get an impromptu quality.
Chitrangada Singh looks sultry, but doesn't bring much to the role—not the strength the character needed, or even any jagged edges. Sanjay Suri and Sharman Joshi do their parts with plodding gravity, without any flashes of fire. You suspect everyone went to Mauritius for a holiday and came up with a film while they were at it.
Onir had made the heartfelt 'My Brother Nikhil' and the ponderous 'Bas Ek Pal' before this, and must have wanted to do a romantic comedy-drama for a change, but maybe this is just not his genre.

Dostana (comedy)
Yuvvraaj (drama)
Expect a couple of surprises when you go to watch Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na. There are a few surprise actors in the film who appear in cameos. We had earlier reported that Naseeruddin Shah and Ratna Pathak Shah enact the roles of Imraan Khan's parents in the movie. Now, get to know more on the story before Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na review is out.Well, there are three more stars enacting brief, but important roles -- Paresh Rawal (who enacts the role of a cop) and two Khans, who're brothers in real life. We're going to keep that a secret till Friday.
But expect a pleasant surprise at the very start. A small note from Aamir Khan to his Chachajaan (late Nasir Husain), who launched him in Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak. Aamir expresses his heart-felt gratitude to the filmmaker for launching him in his home production.
The trend of launching the first promo of a forthcoming film continues this week as well. Before the 16 reels of Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na unfold, you are treated to the promos of Vikram Bhatt's 1920 and Ritesh Sidhwani-Farhan Akhtar's Rock On, which marks the acting debut of Farhan Akhtar.
The promos of both 1920 and Rock On look exciting and you can visualize an interesting story in that minute-and-a-half footage you've just watched.


The young Hansika Motwani, who made a dream debut in Telugu cinema with the blockbuster 'Desamuduru', has made it clear that she has no problems in wearing revealing clothes, if the role demands it.
There's a fleeting scene in Kunal Kohli's 'Thoda Pyaar Thoda Magic', in which the characters visiting Los Angeles, pass the famous landmark of the hills with 'Hollywood' written across. For a few seconds, the 'H' change to 'B', and you think, ha! Wishful thinking. First come up with an original idea, then talk!
Some ideas translate into interesting, 2-hour films. But some ideas, though translated on screen, make you feel that they're best suited for television. That's what you experience when you watch 'Via Darjeeling'.
The clothes! The shoes! The magical depiction of Manhattan and the promise of finally finding true romance!

Movie review
It's like porn for women. And we haven't even been to the sex part of the 'Sex and the City' movie yet.
Fans will be thrilled to see their old friends — Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha — back together and on the big screen, which makes it easier to ogle what they're wearing, of course. Everyone else? Well, they never watched the HBO series and if they did, they didn't get it. Or they're heterosexual men.
But writer/director Michael Patrick King and producer/star Sarah Jessica Parker certainly know their audience: the devotees who've already reserved group tickets for opening weekend, which they'll celebrate in high style, complete with the requisite Cosmopolitan consumption and needless shopping sprees.
In that regard, this hotly awaited follow-up to the hit TV show, which ended in 2004, is a success. This is one of those movies you have assess in terms of whom it's aiming to please, not unlike the 3-D Hannah Montana concert film: The audience has very specific tastes and needs.
Surprisingly, despite its obsession with all things Manolo Blahnik, 'Sex and the City' also has its share of tearjerker moments. Parker has become such a fashion icon over the past decade that you forget she really can act, and is capable of visceral, heart-tugging vulnerability. And not to say too much, but she does get plenty of opportunities to display that side of her talent — especially with a running time that's well past two hours.
It's all really soapy, though, with only some smidgens of substance. Co-star Cynthia Nixon's story line is meaty, but more often than not our heroines are defined solely by the partners in their beds and the clothes on their backs, as if to suggest that the right wardrobe and a big enough closet to put it all in are the keys to ultimate happiness. The movie (and the series that inspired it) perpetuate stereotypes of female superficiality, but then again, these women do stick by each other no matter what, which makes it somewhat easier to stick around for the conclusion.
This critic, by the way, never saw the artistic need for a 'Sex and the City' movie. Why not just let the series finale be the end and look back on the whole experience as a wonderful memory, shining in the distance like the top of the Chrysler Building on a perfect spring day? (Sorry — it's tough not to get all Carrie Bradshaw when talking about this flick.)
It is indeed a giddy, fizzy kick at the top, with Parker's Carrie breathlessly catching us up on what's been going on with the four girlfriends over the past four years. Carrie, of course, ended up with Mr. Big (Chris Noth). Now that she's grown up and moved on from writing columns to books, the two are scouring New York for the perfect apartment (i.e. one with sufficient closet space) — even though they're not officially engaged.
Nixon's Miranda is still stuck in Brooklyn (it's hard to extricate yourself once you've moved there) with her mensch of a husband, Steve (David Eigenberg), and their son. Like so many women, she's struggling to juggle marriage, motherhood and her career.
Former shiksa goddess Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is living in the idyllic bliss of the Upper East Side with hubby Harry (Evan Handler) and the little girl they adopted from China. (King had promised to give each character a full story arc, but we see too little of the adorable, ever-optimistic Charlotte. Her subplot involving an embarrassing case of Montezuma's Revenge during an all-girl trip to Mexico doesn't count.)