Cast: Ravi Kapoor,Suresh Oberoi,Smita Jaykar,Zakir Hussain
Director: Ravi Kapoor
About the only thing that stands out in this misbegotten,mis-spelt match-fixing tale is the name of the Indian captain. Hes called Ravi Indulkar. Thats 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. Its all because of you,he says,pointing an accusing finger at a colleague. Remorse? Whats that?
Cricket stars pa,also a former Indian captain,falls to the ground. Hes very serious,pronounces a fellow who looks as if hes never held a stethoscope in his life. Cricket stars ma gives him one tight slap. Call yourself Indulkar,willya? Take that.
The buxom girlfriend,in thick mascara and thin tees,whos 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 heros 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? Whats not to laugh?
World Cupp 2011 is so bad,its hilarious.