
Direction: `Filmed’ by Priyadarshan
A five-star’s waiter helps himself to the whisky tumblers and savoury starters to be delivered for room service. Rajpal Yadav he, and quite tee hee.
And a goldie oldie, with his sexy wife, is pretty boldie. Paresh Rawal goes pant-pant, huff-huff. Hyuk nyuk.
In fact, Lever-Yadav-Rawal keep the kinky kettle boiling for director Priyadarshan’s reunion of the male leading cast of Hera Pheri. No sequel, prequel or postquel, quite curiously De Dana Dan doesn’t assign sufficient footage to either Akshay Kumar or Sunil Shetty. Thank the lord, for the latter’s minimalism actually. He continues to be strictly oak. Eesh.
Sneeze aachhoo a couple of times and you might even miss out on Katrina Kaif, there only to exude the bimbettni quotient. Instead in the vein of the director’s Malaamal Weekly, this one goes ananas over its seasoned supporting players, even shoving the rarely seen thespian Vikram Gokhale (looking humungous, alas) into the fold. The less carped about the incorrigibly lechy Shakti Kapoor, the better. No zing in his stings.
As it turns out, DDD is a punishing snoozefest in the first-half its excessive length of some two-hours-40-minutes. Indeed you have to pinch yourself hard to keep your eyes half open in the pre-interval section. Totally Zzzzz-grade.
In the event if you’re late, very late, for this situational com-pom, not to worry. You won’t have missed much except 400 winks maybe. Mercifully, the tempo picks up halfway in this mix-yap-yap located in a Singapore “Hawtel” (pronunciation theirs). Zounds, its logo is shown constantly, presumably for discounted location rent – but honestly after witnessing the malarkey, only a miracle would entice you to check in there. Despair.
Anyway, count some 12 characters on the scene who are literally toppling over one another, once even as- four-men-on-top -of-one another to evoke a chhee-chhee Dostanasque comment.
Such asides apart, it seems the reason for the ceaseless farce is Akshay Kumar’s urgent need to get away from his tormentful boss (Archana Puran Singh, writhing, wriggling). She kicks butt (his), loves her dog ‘Mulchandji’ perversely and reduces Butt Boy to a nattering ninny. In collusion with Sunil Shetty, Butt seriously kidnaps the dog, and expects a huge pay-off. Oof.
The plot is incomprehensible beyond that point, cutting to the discounted hotel where a sangeet ceremony is on for..gasp..a dehydrated Chunky Panday and sulky Sameera Reddy. They seem quite remade for each other, but the screenplay sends the senior cast into a right royal tizzy . That’s fizzy only occasionally, at long last leading to a climax that’s a combo of the Titanic and The Poseidon Adventure. All the cast has to swim, drown, gulp, slide through corridors, look more distraught than all the loonies of It’s a Mad Mad Mad World and Kate Winslet-Leonardo Dicaprio bundled together. What to do? Some love stories have flood on them.
Admittedly, the water-gush scenes are technically skilful, far more detailed and impressive than the ones endured lately in Tum Mile.
In effect, then, the finale and the stray funny moments here amount to some 10 to 15 minutes which are worth a ticket-le-ke-dekko.
Yet, you can’t help wondering about the number of small, sensible films that could have been made on the kind of budget that must have been squandered here. Priyadarshan would vouch for that himself after the issue-centric Kanchivaram which is more than likely to be remembered as a far more momentous achievement in a career stretching over 25 years.
Pritam, yeah Pritam again, hammers out an ordinary score. Sabu Cyril’s set deco is uneven. The cinematography is overlit. Some shots have distracting elements like a girl fiddling around with a cellphone in the foreground. And the dialogue is cornball; Vikram Gokhale as a diplomat is equated to the good old sturdy Ambassador car. Puhlease!
Of the cast, Venus producer Ratan Jain fetches up to look more nervous than a struggler before an audition camera.Akshay Kumar evidently needs a break from such goofball gambols.
Of the heroines, Neha Dhupia as a couldn’t-care-a-damn call girl is the best of the female population here. Lever-Yadav-Rawal do go over the top. All of them are repetitive but at least they do it competently.. which is more than what you can say about De Dana Dan, a comedy in search of a hocus focus.