Review: Jimmy, self-inflicted torture
Cast: Mimoh Chakraborty
Director: Raj N Sippy
To the next person who tells me what a great job I have watching movies throughout the week, I have only word to say: Jimmy. This week I spent close to three hours, trapped in the darkness, suffocating in my seat watching a film that reminded me why the eighties are very deservedly regarded the worst years of Hindi cinema.
Directed by Raj Sippy and starring Mimoh Chakraborty, son of '80s dancing star Mithun Chakraborty, Jimmy is a film that's about 25 years too late. To describe the movie as formulaic and predictable is letting it off too easily. It's the kind of film whose characters have names like Jaswinder Kumar, Rajeshwar Vyas, Ranveer Pushp and Manveer Kaushal.
It's the kind of film that thinks ripped jeans and black figure-hugging ganjis are fashionable. It's the kind of film whose hero addresses his girlfriend as jaanu.
It's the kind of film where the heroine's father gives the hero a ridiculous amount of money to clear a debt, and the hero turns it down saying he's above charity, convincing the old man that his daughter's made the right choice. It's the kind of film whose idea of comedy is Shakti Kapoor playing a sardar police officer spouting double-meaning dialogues and scratching his bum.
It's the kind of film where the hero lands one hard punch on the bad guy and the chap goes literally flying across the room. It's the kind of film whose characters deliver one classic line after the other - Jab tak main aapka karz nahin chukata, meri har saans aapke paas girvi hai or then Maine teri aankhen padh li hain, tu kisi ka khoon nahin kar sakta, or how about this: Tune yeh ek qatl nahin, do aur qatl bhi kiye hain. Tere pita ki aatma ka qatl aur teri maa ke vishwaas ka katl!
As you may have guessed from my diatribe, Jimmy is a film disconnected from reality, a film stuck in a time warp, a film that was probably made under a rock – how else could they not have realised that nothing about this film suggests it's been made in the same era as wi-fi internet, gelato ice-cream and blackberry phones?
As you may have guessed from my diatribe, jimmy is a film disconnected from reality, a film stuck in a time warp, a film that was probably made under a rock – how else could they not have realised that nothing about this film suggests it's been made in the same era as wi-fi internet, gelato ice-cream and blackberry phones?
coz those thigns are boring... 80s movies rule.. Id rather watch them then the mindless srk/kjo/yashraj drivel