DIL TOH BACHCHA HAI JI – Review
Posted by FATEMA H.KAGALWALA on January 29, 2011 | No Comments
FILM – DIL TOH BACHCHA HAI JI
PRODUCER – Kumar Mangat Pathak and Madhur Bhandarkar
DIRECTOR – Madhur Bhandarkar
WRITER - Madhur Bhandarkar, Anil Pandey, Neeraj Udwani
CAST – Ajay Devgan, Shazahn Padamsee, Emraan Hashmi, Shruti Hassan, Omi Vaidya, Shradhha Das
MUSIC – Pritam Chakraborty
‘Dil toh bachcha hai ji’, a beautifully evocative line of an equally beautiful song penned by Gulzarsaab takes on the form of a title of the film which has nothing to do with the emotion of the former. For that matter it has no emotion at all.
A male-oriented rom-com it is a film that is so often hatched in the tin-roofed production houses in Bolly land with non-writers and non-directors and few or no stars with alarming regularity and even more alarming speed. Most of these sloppy and tacky films are forgotten beyond the friday of their release and rightly so. Dil toh Bachcha Hai Ji though boasting of names in the production, direction and acting departments stubbornly refuses to leave that category.
The film, needless to say begins as distastefully as it ends drably. It is a story of three guys who find love only to lose it and then find it again in some other form. Ajay Devgan is a middle-aged man whose divorce proceedings are going on. He falls in ‘love’ with a twenty something Shazahn Padamsee. He lives with motley room-mates that include staid and plaid Omi Vaidya who believes in sex after marriage and that love happens only once and cad Emraan Hashmi who beds every thing female on two legs and also lives off them. So Omi falls in love with a struggling actress Shraddha Das who uses him for his money and Hashmi falls in love with an NRI-social worker in the expressionless Shruti Hassan who doesn’t want anything to do with him except have a little bit of fun.
Extremely loose and pedestrian, Dil Toh Bachcha Hai Ji tries to evoke some hard-pressed laughter by the contrasting antics of the men. But a drab screenplay, under-nourished performances and tacky production values do nothing to help it rise to the occasion. Where Ajay Devgan walks through the film with two expressions, Shazahn overdoes her silly school-girl act till you want to seal her botoxed lips with tape. While Omi’s long-drawn bad acting does little to tickle Das oscillates between convincing and unsure. Little said about Emraan Hashmi is always the better and littler then about Shruti except that they match each other perfectly in the ‘let’s see who can emote lesser’ duel. Tisca Chopra is engaging in her role of a middle-aged ex-beauty queen except some of her wardrobe seems force-fitted on her which is a shame for the actress who generally carries her clothes well.
Madhur Bhandarkar might not be the best the Hindi film industry has to offer but with this film he marks a new low for himself. This film is not even for fans and once that is said not much remains to be said, does it?