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The moon: Better lost than found!

Do we have to appreciate this movie just because it comes from Prakash Jha Productions or it is directed by Sudhir Mishra (of 'Hazaaron Khwahishen Aisi' fame)? Or because it tries to tell the story of yesteryears filmstars?

I m sorry i can't do that.

Khoya Khoya Chand is one of the most boring movie i have ever seen. At the end of it, it is just a retro-fashion parade by Soha Ali Khan. She does look stunning. But is that what a movie should be about?

The editing is bad which makes the movie discontinuous. Characterisations are poor. The music is ok.

Oh yes, how can i forget Ravindra, who plays the reigning super star (with hardly any screen time and zero dialogues). What??? You missed that 'hunk with a stubble'? Its too late now. You wont even find him if you Google (i tried that!). :-)

And the most funny moment in the movie was not a part of the movie but occurred on the other side of the screen. When a chaotic scene of horses galloping across tents was being shown, a tortured (and thoughtful soul) audience screamed "BHAAAGO". If you have seen Om Shanti Om, you will surely understand what i m talking about. Me and my friends kept laughing all the way back thinking of that scene.

Next watch: Dus Kahaniyan.


JC said…
where are the next ones' ma'am (in the light of two new releases)....get up and start typing...your fans might be waiting

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