Buddha Mar Gaya

Sixty plus multi-billionaire L K Anupam dies doing the jiggety jig with a 20 something buxomy starlet Rakhi. The family 8212; sons, wives, children, a sister, a swami, and a family retain-r-are horrified. Not at the old man8217;s demise 8212; they8217;ve been waiting for him to pop it, so that they can get their hands on all the lovely loot 8212; but at the thought of the news getting out and about. The LK Group8217;s fortunes depend on the gent8217;s being alive and well for the IPO to go through.

The run-around includes attempts to preserve LK8217;s body on mounds of ice in his personal Jacuzzi, acquiring fresh bodies as the lies pile up, and staging well-attended funerals, even as secrets come tumbling out. Anupam spends all his time flopping sideways in a wheelchair he8217;s dead, get it?. Om Puri, who plays an orange robed swami, who swings both ways, could have been a hoot, but isn8217;t. The film is peppered with such lovely phrases as 8216;coming and going8217;. And Rakhi Sawant8217;s in-your-face assets, which she happily lets hang out.

The trouble with Rahul Rawail8217;s movie is not its premise: that old men can also have a good time in bed, even though most of us, like good hypocritical Indians, would be horrified at admitting it. It8217;s in the execution, which falls uneasily between crass and classy: the audience doesn8217;t quite know whether to laugh or to cringe.

Is this the same man who gave us the polished thrillers, Arjun and Dacait?