Nehle Pe Dehla

This movie, we are told, was resurrected after many years : we wish it hadn’t been.

It has among other things, Sanjay and Saif wearing pink shirts and blue cummarbands, Bipasha in razor-thin eyebrows, and Kim in razor-thin heels. It has Shakti Kapoor in a bronze wig. It has three character actors who have been told to play villain, so they sit around at a bar, and one of them keeps saying, I may be jazzy, but I’m not crazy. Or some such.

The whole is wrapped in a series of asinine situations, and unbelievably silly dialogue. The highlight of the film: Kapoor’s dead body, stuffed into a fridge, after being killed with a poisonous injection rammed into his posterior.

There should be a law against such things.