The only saving grace is Anil Kapoor's acting. Subhash Ghai's guest appearance jars more than an ST bus on the road to Pune. The movie itself boasts of pathetic lyrics (where do they get the inspiration for this tripe?). One can expect little else from Amrish Puri, who plays his stock-in-trade with all the same expressions that we have come to live from other brainless flicks. I'm saddened to see a person of Alok Nath's acting talent reduced to roles such as this. Akshaye Khanna's acting seems to consist of making weird faces - an absolute ham, if there ever was one. Though of course the alternative would mean audiences would have little to whistle at, so perhaps it is best to let that pass. 'Dehati' women (and my knowledge of them may be flawed) seldom sport plucked eyebrows, immaculately waxed legs and shaved armpits. Aishwarya Rai, while made of plastic, is beautiful, but rustic she is not. Some very strange things go on in the movie, starting with the casting. Subhash Ghai's extensive use of Coke jars throughout the movie, and the hotchpotch of scenes and plotlines stolen from other Hindi movies makes for jarring viewing. With slightly above average music in the generic mould of A R Rahman. What the heck is a digital floppy camera - and where did they get one with as high a resolution as in the movie? One of the many mysteries of life.
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