You will find many review websites but this blog is my personal thinking reviews based.First i watch movie then i write these latest reviews.There are my own source to watch movies before time.So be with me to get lates reviews.Two films releasing this week. One a children's film, Chillar Party and another a juvenile film, Murder 2. Ex-cop Arjun Bhagwat (Emraan), with a perpetually bad wig hair day, walks around wounded and with an I-am-a-victim expression, because mind you, 20 long years back his family had committed suicide, for no fault of anyone's.
And he generally hates God. However, he being a hero, he protects pimps, call girls and the likes, and gives away thick envelopes of his hard earned money to poor people. Robin Hood would have been confused.
Dhiraj Yadav (Prashant Narayan) is a serial killer. Though Prashant is pretty convincing in his menacing role, for God-knows-what-reason his character likes to dress up as a woman, when he is in the mood to kill and chop up bodies of call girls and sex workers. When the credits roll, with blood splattered around the names, you kind of brace yourself with a sinking heart, for the kind of movie that is to follow. But even that doesn't prepare you for a really tacky item song by Yana Gupta and a lot of other things.
To its credit, the first half of the film manages to hold your interest, as you get involved with Reshma's life, a college student turned call girl, who manages to land herself in the clutches of a serial killer. You guessed it right; Reshma is pure but helpless, because she has to provide for her mother and two sisters. This story of one night has Arjun looking for Reshma, even while oscillating between making out with girlfriend Priya (Jaqueline) and trying to ward off her attention.
Once he catches Dhiraj, he is out again wandering aimlessly, looking for evidence against him. In the second half, the director totally loses his sense of direction, and we have to be happy with gallons of 'blood' oozing out everywhere, with intermittent screeches of different girls.
Priya's body has a better role than her face. Poor girl didn't even get the advantage of her dialogues being in sync with her lip movement. Add to that the two and half dialogues that she has are repetitive ¦ Mohabbat ya zaroorat?, she keeps asking to Emraan's in expressive retort, Aadat.
This one has no mohabbat, not surely a zaroorat and probably just an aadat for the Bhatts to come out with a movie now and then, with a staple fare of explicit sex scenes and graphic violence in the name of a thrilling movie.
And he generally hates God. However, he being a hero, he protects pimps, call girls and the likes, and gives away thick envelopes of his hard earned money to poor people. Robin Hood would have been confused.
Dhiraj Yadav (Prashant Narayan) is a serial killer. Though Prashant is pretty convincing in his menacing role, for God-knows-what-reason his character likes to dress up as a woman, when he is in the mood to kill and chop up bodies of call girls and sex workers. When the credits roll, with blood splattered around the names, you kind of brace yourself with a sinking heart, for the kind of movie that is to follow. But even that doesn't prepare you for a really tacky item song by Yana Gupta and a lot of other things.
To its credit, the first half of the film manages to hold your interest, as you get involved with Reshma's life, a college student turned call girl, who manages to land herself in the clutches of a serial killer. You guessed it right; Reshma is pure but helpless, because she has to provide for her mother and two sisters. This story of one night has Arjun looking for Reshma, even while oscillating between making out with girlfriend Priya (Jaqueline) and trying to ward off her attention.
Once he catches Dhiraj, he is out again wandering aimlessly, looking for evidence against him. In the second half, the director totally loses his sense of direction, and we have to be happy with gallons of 'blood' oozing out everywhere, with intermittent screeches of different girls.
Priya's body has a better role than her face. Poor girl didn't even get the advantage of her dialogues being in sync with her lip movement. Add to that the two and half dialogues that she has are repetitive ¦ Mohabbat ya zaroorat?, she keeps asking to Emraan's in expressive retort, Aadat.
This one has no mohabbat, not surely a zaroorat and probably just an aadat for the Bhatts to come out with a movie now and then, with a staple fare of explicit sex scenes and graphic violence in the name of a thrilling movie.
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