Just like all previous purposeful mistakes I’ve made in my life, I added one more to the list when I landed in a cinema hall (albeit on a social outing with family) to watch Kambakht Ishq. And this is what happened.
Not everyday do you get to know what it feels like to be punched by Evander Holyfield and Mike Tyson in a one-on-two match. Even worse, I’m way too weak and vulnerable already.
So how is Kambakht Ishq, you may ask. How does it feel like to see a dog have his bowels emptied, the excreta picked up and packaged into a double-cheese burger and given to you as your ‘junk meal’?
Yes. That bad. And add the dog’s ‘soft-drink’ to complete the package.
The ringa-ringa-roses begin in a church, where even God was pitiably forced to witness the testament of a failed wedding, Kareena Kapoor’s in-your-face non-acting and stuntman Akshay Kumar’s attempts to save the men of the world from evil women. I pity you, God. I do.
Before the ‘I do’ is completed and poor old Aftab Shivdasani (who apparently still exists to give goofy smiles and fill the ‘chaprasi-disguised-as-supporting-actor’ roles) is completely deprived of any sex life with beau Amrita Arora, you have a failed wedding with cakes being hurled in all directions for no purpose whatsoever when they should have seriously considered donating them to thousands of engineering students who could use it as cannon fodder.
As life goes on (and so does the dog-b***h claptrap), Kareena amazingly drops her ringtone-watch while doing her first surgery EVER into Akshay’s stomach. The visuals pop up in an x-ray and Kareena decides that she must fake love to retrieve the watch while Akshay apparently ends up falling in love, sacrificing all the principles on which his life was based in the movie.
In between, you have Hollywood icons Sylvester Stallone and Denise Richards do cameos. Javed Jaffery and Kirron Kher waste their talents in poorly-scripted roles. Shivdasani and Arora are just plain fillers, while Akshay’s wacky sidekick is a hyper-lame imitation of many other previously successful Bollywood sidekicks.
Add to this, Kapoor’s questionable and self-righteous attitude towards people who watch movies clearly speaks volumes about the escalated power that Bollywood brokers in the country today. A day doesn’t seem to be far off where the ‘stars’ hardly bother about pleasing fans, but impose themselves in a rather Orwellian way of doing things.
Make movies. Make better movies. Let the people decide.
And as far as this one goes – avoidable. Completely.