World Cupp 2011

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About the only thing that stands out in this misbegotten,mis-spelt match-fixing tale is the name of the Indian captain. He’s called Ravi Indulkar. That’s right.

Along with a few teammates,this cricketing worthy (Ravi Kapoor),is found guilty of throwing a crucial match against Pakistan,and banned from the field for a spell. It’s all because of you,he says,pointing an accusing finger at a colleague. Remorse? What’s that?

Cricket star’s pa,also a former Indian captain,falls to the ground. He’s very serious,pronounces a fellow who looks as if he’s never held a stethoscope in his life. Cricket star’s ma gives him one tight slap. Call yourself Indulkar,willya? Take that.

The buxom girlfriend,in thick mascara and thin tees,who’s allegedly studying medicine,says: how can you do this to me? She shows up again when the disgraced lad is re-instated in the team as the captain,no less. You were on the take?

Here,please,please be captain again,says a guy from the BICI,headed by Prem Chopra,in a terrible wig. The girlfriend,meanwhile,has been appointed,gulp,the team physiotherapist,and is to be seen dabbing antiseptic on our hero’s injured arm: Ravi,tumhe chot toh nahin lagi? Says Ravi : dil ke dard isse kahin gehre hain.

In between,half-naked girls gyrate on a stage,and mobsters in printed shirts wave guns and growl. Somewhere around there,I stopped fighting the film,and had me a few guffaws. A bosomy cricket commentator who goes by the name of Anna Kisleski,or Kislowski? What’s not to laugh?

World Cupp 2011 is so bad,it’s hilarious.