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In Sundays line-up are three of Hindi cinema’s finest when it comes to comic timing, Irrfan Khan, Arshad Warsi and Vrajesh Hirjee. There's also Ajay Devgan, who can underplay to great advantage. And Ayesha Takia, who displays an unexpected talent for mimicry, doing voices which range from a demented Nepali housemaid to an African lion. And a storyline which has a corpse, a crazed killer, a kooky karate expert, a mildly corrupt cop, a batty taxi driver, and his desperate-to-be-a-star companion. And a girl suffering from amnesia.
So what does Rohit Shetty do with this lot in his new film, the remake of a Telugu superhit? Loses the plot, that's what. The script lurches through a series of loosely shot scenes with little or no connectivity, leaving you to draw consolation from the stray sequences in which Irrfan and Arshad shine: the former does a whole series of snappy impersonations in the back seat of a chilly red Ambassador taxi, and the one that is the funniest involves a madly popular nasally-inclined singer-turned-actor in a blue baseball cap, who goes by the name of Himesh Bhai.
But mostly you are left with this — Rajveer Randhawa, (Ajay) chomping on ice cream cones, extracting hafta from petty shopkeepers, and drinking glassfuls of free lassi from a shop which looks as if it is in Surajkund, all colourful Rajasthani buntings, and fake rustic chairs. He and his cronies hang out in police stations which look like sprawling MP bungalows. Just so you don't miss the point (the film is set in Delhi), all kinds of all kinds of identifiable locations are thrown in, like, you know, Rajpath, Rashtrapati Bhavan, Connaught Place, the narrow lanes of Chandni Chowk, and even, oh my, Daryaganj.
Seher (Ayesha) lives in a redbrick apartment block, drives a scooty to work, and makes noises in front of a mike for a living. Suddenly, a Sunday goes missing from her memory, and her tape recorder is full of sinister sounds. Cue for Rajveer to ride to the rescue, and for the movie, which ought to have been a zany thriller-cum-caper, to rapidly turn into a drudge.
The director's previous film, Golmaal, was a make-no-bones-about-it mindless comedy. Sunday is neither a thriller, nor a comedy.
Shubhra Gupta
shubhra.gupta@ expressindia.com
Rambo
CAST: Sylvester Stallone
Director: Sylvester Stallone, Julie Benz
If Rocky could make a comeback after 16 years, why not Rambo after 10? If Vietnam and Afghanistan have been the backdrops before, why not Myanmar? If Stallone, old, bloated and stiff as they come, can still pack a punch, why not?
But why? Rambo IV has little to add to the franchise except that it takes you on a boat ride from Thailand to Myanmar, and will probably be the only Hollywood film to be based on that forgotten country.
But it isn't democracy that Rambo is trying to restore here. He just kills hundreds (it could be less, or more) of Burmese soldiers, and saves a few women from gangrape, for three American aid workers who thought they could just waltz in, dispense some Bible knowledge and few free medicines and walk out. Where have they been? Bhutan? Nobody mentions Aung San Su Kyi.
And what never surprises is this: as he jumps onto a tank and swishes around gigantic guns shooting all at sight, how does Rambo know how to put the good guys apart from the bad? But then again, why are we asking this?
Shalini langer
shalini.langer@ expressindia.com


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