This has to be the first utterly trashy, irreverent swear-laden Indian film to hit the screens. Unburdened with any pretence of keeping appearances, absolving itself of criticism by publicly confessing to its abuse-drenched content, and pushing the edge of what is acceptable on the screen, this is one path-breaking film. And all this is culture,
more than counter-culture. And when you watch it, its so life-like in its textures, its like seeing any bunch of youngsters talking, freaking out, and getting punches out of life. That's how normal this abnormal film feels like. The tale is old, but never fails to hold interest. Gangsters after diamonds, and innocents coming into the cross-fire. But nothing, absolutely nothing, can prepare you for the outrageous portraitures and situations. The ways you can use orange juice, stool and neck-ties; what woman-on-top simulation does to a man, how-not-shaving hurts a woman, lesson on when-not-to-take-calls, what goes into street food, what happens when ceiling fans fall from roofs - this film delineates so many situations and delivers with such deadly accuracy that it leaves you breathless! Perfectly paced, with a great soundtrack and superb performances, this film is one helluva f------g ride! Uff!
