Dhoom Dhadaka

Two rival dons in Bangkok, slugging it out for a tukda of zameen in Alibag, Mumbai. Mungli Lal Anupam wants to make a hospital there; Fursat Lala Gulshan wants a casino and dance girls. Whoever produces a waaris will get the land, declares godfather Ganpat Rai Jackie.

Dhoom Dhadaka stays faithful to its name from the first frame to the last: it careers from Bangkok to Mumbai, covering big and small bhais, a Gujjubhai going by the name of, what else, Jignesh Satish Shah, a couple of muscle-bound lads, with two bimbos to match, a gumshoe called Johnny Inglis Satish Kaushik, and a sexed-up housewife named Rambha, who never gets enough Deepshika.

Lewd jokes abound parents, please note. There are references to size. It matters, intones one of the lads. And Viagra-like pills are flourished with abandon. Gulshan Grover wears pinks shirts. Anupam is resplendent in pastel capris. And Satish Shah displays a frightful wig.

To borrow a deathless line from the film: it goes limp, because it goes on and on. Like all somewhat tasteless, determinedly plotless capers of this kind, it would have done itself a kindness by finishing off half an hour before it does. It could have been funny, in a crass kind of way.

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