Dhol

Four layabouts in search of riches. One rich girl. Priyadarshan takes a tired idea, stuffs into it a series a tired jokes, and hopes that we will find it funny.

Well, here8217;s the thing. We don8217;t. Dhol wants to make you cry, not laugh.

Pakya, Sam, Goti, and Maru Sharman, Tusshar, Kunal, Rajpal hang around in a room, which has a balcony, which overlooks the next house. They don8217;t pay rent. They have no money. Naturally, they will have a banshee who masquerades as a landlord, whose chief job is to scream everytime she comes on. The guys, who invariably seem to have money to fill petrol in their bikes, roam around aimlessly. They break into song, when they have nothing better to do. They lech at passing girls. And dream of day when they will marry rich, and that8217;s where the pretty, blank Tanushree comes in.

In what is a clear bankruptcy of ideas, Priyadarshan borrows from all his movies. And yet doesn8217;t come up with one genuinely hilarious scene. The gags are old, and leave you cold.