Kismat, Love, Paisa, Dilli – Movie Review
Posted by FATEMA H.KAGALWALA on October 5, 2012 | 18 Comment
PRODUCER – Amit Chandra, Reshma Chandrra, Krishan Chaudhery
DIRECTOR – Sanjay Khanduri
CAST – Vivek Oberoi, Mallika Sherawat, Ashutosh Rana,
MUSIC – Amjad Nadeem, Santokh Singh
Comedies set in one night, around a non-stop chase including a confounding number of people with stakes involved sounds like a template we’ve watched many times. We get yet another one in Sanjay Khanduri’s latest ‘Kismat, Love, Paisa, Dilli’ (KLPD)
A comic caper, Kismat, Love, Paisa, Dilli is set in bad bad Delhi with its bad bad boys and hi-flying parties. Taking a leaf out of ‘Ek Chaalis ki Last Local’, his debut film and a sleeper hit Khanduri structures the events of KLPD in a one night’s span and peoples it with elements of a capital’s underbelly. The protagonist is Lokesh aka Lucky (Vivek Oberoi), an obsessive skirt-chaser and a poor representation of Delhi’s infamous male. While helping a friend for a fashion show he spots the glamorous Lovina (Mallika Sherawat) and follows her post the party with obviously dishonest intentions. Both miss their last metro but manage to find cops and goons to chase them and then begins a never-ending caper around the city that involves everything from rave party animals to harmless boys turning vampires and what not.
Sleaze and toilet humour abounds in this one and it is safe to say it is hardly ticklish for the most hard-core lover of the same. The comic associations are ribald and come across as humour generally spewed by pimply kids. Vivek Oberoi and Ashutosh Rana then trying to make the most of it simply seems like a genuine effort thoroughly wasted. Mallika Sherawat see-saws between her glamourous act and that of the girl next door but everything is so formulaic it makes little sense to engage with a character that is barely a sketch.
There are a number of songs for both, her and Vivek to dance to on their way to the predictable falling in love, which they do with Bollywood’s zest for tacky sets, garish costumes and loud co-actors. This accompanied with music that pretends to pass of as energetically North Indian is neither authentic nor hot-stepping enough to support their efforts either.
Delhi finds little sympathy in the director’s eyes as he caricatures the innumerable stories we hear of the legendary Jat masculinity and lust for women and power. Ashutosh Rana as the outlandish goon scouring the city in his mortuary van for places to plunder and chasing Lovina seems far more embarrassing than Delhi’s much-maligned reputation.
With a barely-there story and a very raucous ensemble that simply doesn’t get its comedy right, KLPD, North Indian slang for ‘letdown of expectations’ becomes a representation of its own abbreviation.