Bobby Deol, Bipasha Basu, Shilpa Shetty
Director: David Dhawan
S Looks like with this tale of look-alikes David Dhawan
will successfully complete his hat trick of box office
failure this year - his Hum Kisi Se Kum Nahin and Yeh
Hai Jalwa have already registered a blob. Actually,
Chor Machaaye Shor is likely to be David's fourth flop
in a row his Kyunki Main Jhuth Nahin Bolta last year
too faded away when faced with the realities of the
box office, With this film, it completes the tragic
of the once comedy king of Bollywood.
man who reinvented comedy to cater to the frontbenchers,
then over a period of time, began to win grudging appreciation
from people who enjoyed Coolie Number 1 in the privacy
of their home, criticized it in social discourse. He
is losing on his home territory, which only adds to
the pathos of the moment. If David had tried to step
beyond the tried and the tested, a failure here or there
would have been par for the course. But here we have
David losing in the David territory.
This film opens as a four-man search for a Rs. 30 crore
diamond. It includes our hero Bobby Deol trying his
hand at comedy after his dalliance with history came
unstuck in Shaheed - who transforms from a robber no
a cop and vice-verse with just a twirl of moustache.
Here, he has them, here he doesn't - if David still
believes that people still believe him, he has to be
is not the only double act of Chor Machaaye Shor. There
is paresh Rawal, with his commissioner and South Indian
Brahmin buffoonery. There is Om Puri with his own cop
and Jat act. And then there is Shekhar Suman in god
knows how many drag acts six, seven, and whatever. He
does it with the crassness one has come to expect of
David's ventures keeping this series of double trouble
company are two heroines - Shilpa Shetty and Bipasha
Basu, in love with the twin heroes. They wear clothes
they probably outgrew more than ten years ago and with
their constant fascination for apparel, which is supposed
to reveal more than it conceals, they threaten to make
the heroine redundant. With similar clothes, similar
body language, similar gyrations, they are latest of
the assembly products to be churned out of the Bollywood
stable. You have seen them once, you have seen whatever
they had to show. And if you have seen one of them,
you have probably seen all of them. They are so alike.
And that, as one of said at the beginning is the trouble
with David Dhawan's film, which borrows its name from
a yesteryears' hit.
Unfortunately, that is the only thing he can duplicate.
After watching this comedy meant for the hair-brained
with its equally forgettable music score by Anu Malik,
now Malik, one can only long for the timeless tracks
of first offering. Remember Kishoreda's Ghungroo Ki
tarah or the more popular Le jayenge, le jayenge, dilwale
Give us that film, that music any day,
David, We would lap it up.