Deols won’t delight you
Director Samir Karnik did a smart job with the first issue which was novel enough to be amiable to a paying audience. The second one directed by Sangeeth Sivan was trying too hard, lost the plot and touched rock bottom at the BO. This third, totally unnecessary issue, directed by Navaniat Singh (with some Punjabi hits to his belt) has nothing to offer other than tired old comedy tropes that fail to raise a laugh, listless cameos from has-been stars and late slapstick bursts from Asrani and Johnny Lever.
Even the Deols look tired out and way out-of-sorts. Their famed charm having been ground out by punishing expectations from a fan base that wants to see them back in top form. This project was obviously not going to be the one to do it though. So what’s left you may well ask? Nothing. This film is a pointless excuse to keep the Deol brand alive. It’s certainly not a thriving one. The story goes haywire – an ayurvedic healer Puran (Sunny) has a face-off with a Pharmaceutical CEO Marfatia (Mohan Kapoor) and all hell breaks loose afterward. Factor in Puran’s useless brother Kaala (Bobby), Puran’s two sons, a cousin who is a compounder, Parmar (Dharmendra) a lawyer-tenant and a Gujarati ENT surgeon, Cheeku (Kriti), signed up as an intern at the Ayurveda dispensary and what you get is vacuous sparring in the name of comedy.
The writing is terrible, the music lacking in merit and the amateurish helming kills spontaneity and is sorely lacking in craft. The Punjabi versus Gujarati shenanigans are downright boring and the small ayurvedic practitioner pitted against a rogue Pharma giant gambit plays out in the silliest fashion.
The scripting lays out too many subplots without giving any enough room to develop. Sunny Deol is likable, but the rest are insufferable – especially Bobby who wears a crease and smirk on his face that is downright repelling.
The Deols have their own charm no doubt, but it will take a better writer-director duo to bring it back into fashion.