Director: Vivek Sharma

This is the kind of film that doting fathers used to make, and clearly still do, to launch their aspiring star sons, where the elements of hero-hood – singing, dancing, fighting—crowd every inch of script space.

Old school producer Vashu makes sure that sonnyboy Jackky does all this, and then takes out some insurance: in ‘Kal Kissne Dekha’, the small town lad from Chandigarh who fetches up in a Mumbai college to make his future can, oh my god, see the future.

In a better film, this could have been the twist to lift what turns out to be a sad ‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hai’ knock-off. The college doesn’t look anything like a college, just a series of sets.

Students seem to spend all their time sprawled on the steps, engaged in silly banter. Tough seniors become friendly pussy cats. And the heroine, also a debutant, and also belonging to an established Bollywood family (Vaishali is the grandniece of Manmohan Desai) only wears skimpy skirts, striped leggings, stilletoes, and parlour-ready ringlets.

Absurdities pile up. A gangster (Rahul Dev) and his moll toil in a wet basement to blow up the city with clunky contraptions made of coloured plastic.

A science professor (he used to be a scientist, imagine that) is a seriously bad guy, and Rishi Kapoor is a seriously bad choice for the part. Bombs get triggered here and there. And our man who sees the ‘bhavishya’ spends his time tracking them down, when he is not singing bad songs to his leading lady: there’s not one hummable ditty in this film.