After a long day at work , i was coaxed by my sister into watching the new flick on the cinema screens. My wife's approval of the movie sealed my fate and we boxed into our car to be in time for the opening scene. There was a whiff of anticipation about the movie in the hall but my hopes of surviving this ordeal came crashing down with the opening scene. A sobbing woman who has lost both her love and job screams through the screen and sets the trend for the remainder of the movie. In between there are scenes of her floundering advertising career and her friends trying various things ( including a mindless shopping trip and a bachlerotte party ) to keep her mind occupied. Unfortunately all this drives the poor viewers ( us ) to the brink of madness. By the time the pacy ( oh i meant "racy" ) movie stumbles to the half way mark my cosy bed is reminiscent of a distant dream. To complete the torture the second half introduces "Nothing Different". More wine bottles are downed , cigarettes are stubbed and abuses are hurled. There is the customary gay couple thrown in to fill the obvious void that would have existed incase of their absence( pun intended ). As the end draws near , a sense of relief is felt across the hall. The makers of this disaster need to get a reality check ; Turning 30 is as good as turning 20,40 or 50. It is not a mark beyond which the dreams of our lives come crashing down.
I think directors of today are loosing the plot thick and fast. How can they think that sleaze can make the cash registers ringing ? C'mon , even Malika Sherawat's nude body could not bring any fizz in her last flick , Hssssssssss. The audience has grown up and will only reward movies which bring some entertainment value worth their buck. And as they say , for everything else there is the "Internet" :)
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