Dillagi: AVOID YAAR

This movie is the suck to the extreme. The only applicable-to-the-whole-movie positive thing I can say about it is that it gave me a chance to use my current favorite of Indie Quill's wordsmithery - i.e., "the suck to the extreme." I can't remember being less interested in what's going on in a story. Hours of film are wasted on the pursuit of an unlovable, thankless old fart - and astonishingly I am talking about Hema Malini, that's how bad this script is. How frustrating that the garam garam poet with a good sense of humor (have you ever met one of those? nor have I) should waste his energies on this dumb dull dud whom he somehow sees as a dreamgirl. Thank heavens I watched it with Memsaab, who with her usual aplomb has written it up and documented the few non-awful bits of it with some good screen caps. As she will tell you in more detail, Dharmendra gets a few good gags, and the setting in a girls' college provides some refreshingly charming-in-a-realistic-way background characters. Though my enthusiasm for this movie is nil and I cannot be arsed to write anything else about it, I'm really glad Memsaab could, because the innocents must be warned.

So do read what she has to say - and then banish this snoozefest from taking up any real estate in your brain. Unless you want my DVD of it (free to the first taker!), in which case, I warned you.