Mehta Kya Kehta?

By Saurin Parikh

Vivek Oberoi dreamt of a Ghajini, a Wanted, a Spiderman, a James Bond, a Dhoom… and probably a number of other action films that boasted of glorified hard-hitting (literally) protagonists, but what he got instead was a comedy (of errors) in Prince.

Prince, directed by Kookie Gulati (real name? who cares!) and apparently written by the same guy who wrote Race, is Oberoi’s comeback vehicle, aimed at propelling him as a leading lad, a hero on whose very strong shoulders an entire film runs. Sadly, Oberoi has drooping shoulders and Prince will drop down and vanish without a trace.

Oberoi plays Sarang, or Prince, a super-duper thief. You know he’s the world’s most feared thief because he wears leather jackets, leather gloves and dark shades. Duh! Wait, he also carries around a Spiderman gadget that allows him to jump around from one place to another with ease. Yay! He also has a 50-foot long pipe attached to a vacuum cleaner that allows him to pilfer diamonds even more easily. Yeah! But the poor, rich thief has a heist pulled on him, his enemies steal his memory. Wow!

The rest of the story is even more humbug.

In the new era of high-funda Bollywood movies, everything and anything is possible. Except of course, making a movie with a solid story and a good script. That’s not possible. But do we really need a good story? Nah! We shoot in scenic South Africa, show off some real cool stunts and have not one, not two, but three heroines shamelessly showing skin. Why bother with outdated concepts like story, script and acting?

In a nutshell, Prince keeps the latest Bollywood tradition alive – that of making appalling movies that are going to drive the audiences away from the theatres. However, the one good thing that Prince will achieve is that it’ll keep Oberoi away from the big screen for a while. As far as the three babes go, they’ll probably end up doing item numbers, after all, that’s where their prowess lies: flaunting cleavage, showing leg and shaking the booty.

Kookie Gulati has a childish name and his filmmaking abilities are amateurish as well.

Prince should be wholeheartedly avoided.

(In true Prince style, this review has been stolen from Saurin Parikh’s website Review Catalogue. Saurin, I like the babe in red.)