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Fun to watch nonsense sometimes. And this one is the most nonsensical movie ever made in Indian history (that's a safe comment). The best thing i like about this movie is its honesty. It was never publicised to be the next Oscar-winning movie. It lives upto its expectations. SRK makes us smile, laugh and laugh more & go mad and then irritate a bit. But SRK is allowed to do that.

OSO is a remake of Karz with added flavors. Arjun Rampal plays Simi Grewal (young and the old one without the black wig). Deepika Padukone plays the girl-in-love who is wronged by her lover. SRK is the one who avenges her death. So, the one who is wronged and the one who takes revenge is not the same in this remake of the old movie. That's the creative touch of the director of this movie, Farah Khan. And yes one more addition to the old movie. Yeah, i m talking of the ghostly-twist in the end.

Really funny was the "totally-lifted" scene from Karz. Durga Khote calls out to her dead and now incarnated son (Rishi Kapoor) "Tu aa gaya beta". I almost said the dialogue loudly anticipating the same scene in OSO. I expected that. So, Farah Khan you do connect with your audience. Or may be silly filmy audiences like me. :-)

I enjoyed the movie minus the excess melodrama in the first half. Second half was good. And the songs were worth a watch. The climax song could have been much better. Nobody would remember it after coming out from the movie. It can never take the place of "Ik haseena thi, ik deewaana tha".

I remember Main Hoon Na (Farah Khan's first movie as a director) was the first movie i ever saw with my tanhai and i didnt get bored. Such movies at least do not bore the audience to death. Its true it takes a few liberties, but till the actor is SRK, Farah Khan is safe. She cannot do this with any other actor.

Overall, a good experience. :-)

Now, i m waiting for 21st Dec 2007. Not enthusiastic about any other upcoming movie. Still a month remaining before i get to see...


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