In what can be one of the most cruel comments for the makers of this movie, it reminds you disturbingly of that Farah Khan atrocity –Happy New Year, in many ways. Both the films are about an international dance championship, the protagonists are a bunch of losers out to win the competition to restore or avenge their lost dignity, and well, both have almost negligible work on the script. However, the good part is Ms Khan’s is an attempt really tough to match in terms of sheer absurdity and crassness, hence this Remo D’souza work is not as scarring an experience as HNY, if only for its dance sequences.
Dance is a genre that has not really been explored in Bollywood before, except the previous installment of this movie itself. However that cannot be an excuse for the ignorance of basic hygiene factors of movie-making that the movie suffers from. If watching some stunning dance sequences is the sole purpose, one would rather switch on the TV instead of shelling out 300 bucks for some really immature film-making. So poor is the writing, that despite some stunning dance sequences and top stars, it feels like a shoddy amateurish B-grade production.
The first culprit is screenplay. Yes, dance movies are not exactly known for their innovation or novel script and they have more or less a fixed template of a story – the rise of the underdog. Still, that doesn’t mean you have to follow every tried and tested formula leaving no scope for even the slightest of unpredictability or surprise. This is as clichéd and ghisa-pita as it gets.
Excess melodrama and forced patriotism, rather jingoism is another major turn-off. Again in a major hangover of Happy New year, there are the regular sequences of firangs bashing India and the ensuing fist fights, and since we are proud Indians, we have to carry that emotion on our sleeves and never leave an opportunity to push it in everyone’s face. The sudden bursts of patriotism are as forced as some of the dialogues. Sample this, – ‘We dance to express, not to impress. Paise ho ya na ho, usse kya.’’ Yes, it is that random, and annoying.
Lastly, the plot leaves some seriously mysterious loose ends. Why did they cheat, what led them to it or did they even do it? These are some of the questions the director never chooses to address and leaves the audience in doubt. Who are these people, what are their backgrounds, anything at all, is not explained. Now this would have worked if the movie was some meta statement about dancing, and preaching a philosophy. But in lack of any depth these loopholes just alienate the viewers and fail to evoke any feelings for the characters.
The dance sequences are good, but nothing that you won’t find on your daily supply of the reality shows starring some of these very people. The music is ordinary, another major let-down for a dance based film. In absence of a single grand dance number that you could take home with you or that could be the party number, there is just nothing to care about this close to 3 hours of dance-video ensemble.
Talking about Varun and Shraddha, well let’s just say that maybe Remo is right, and Anybody can actually dance, but we certainly can not say the same about acting.