Jhoom Barabar Jhoom: But why?

Saw this movie on the first sunday which followed the release date. Began writing this post the same day as i wanted to vent out my frustration before going to sleep. The mission could not be accomplished because of one reason or the other. After that day i just got too lazy to write about it. But since i had already written a few lines, i decided to finish it before proceeding to the next post.

JBJ is the worst movie i have seen in recent times. It made TaRaRumPum look better (i hope there's nothing wrong with me). At least the latter had a 'moral'. This one lacked everything. We should wait and watch what is next in line from YashRaj Films. May be the next production makes me change my view on JBJ.

I want to watch 'Laga Chunari Mein Daag' for Rani Mukherjee and Konkona Sen. But this time i wont forget to say a silent prayer after the national anthem and before the movie begins, around the same time when the "Y" of the YashRaj Films flashes on screen along with Lata Mangeshkar's now-not-so-mellifluous voice is heard. A prayer asking for entertainment worth at least 50% of the money i spent on the ticket.

Comments

Ashish said…

wait for another movie and u will find JBJ better.

04 July, 2007 18:34

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