Starring : Dharmendra, Sunny Deol, Bobby Deol, Neha Sharma
At: DT Cinemas & others,
Rated: 3/10
What can one say, except — exaggeration, thou art Yamla, Pagla, Diwana! Out of sync, terribly misplaced and the worst from the Deols is here along with its mish-mash characters to jolt you into lunacy — not the one that makes you laugh, but the one that makes you cry, especially if you feel for the good old Dharmendra who has been so short-shrifted by director Sangeeth Siwan that even the orangutan gets to do better things than him in the movie.
Why the good old, now london-based Sunny Deol, who is known to have literally chased away two-bit producers from exploiting Dharmendra’s weakness for the liquid diet in real life, would allow him to drink himself to death in the film and come out as real as he can get, defies all explanations. At least, in real life, he is not reduced to drinking with an orangutan — in YPD2, he is so unemployed that this is all he does. No one should have been allowed to do such a slight to this yesteryear great, especially not when more than half his family was in the film, with the film.
That’s about Dharmendra. Sunny himself comes and goes out of the frame too many times to make an impact. This, despite his screams evoking a virtual nuclear explosion, his dhai kilo ka haath throwing up all things that come in his way, his groovy eyes and his screen presence. You could call him a small blob of sanity in this insane picture.
As for the youngest of the Deols, Bobby does his best to be the big Q (read question mark) in the film and despite his good looks, is underworked.
Now the main thing, and that’s the humour. Well, it is loony but not in the way that would tickle you. It irritates you by being just too foolish to be tolerable. Except for one or two jokes that catch your attention — and your funny bone — there is pretty much nothing in the movie that does not insult your intelligence, even if you had the smartness to have left your brain behind.
This is the worst the Deols could do to. Why, perhaps Einstien-Vinci orangutan is working on the answer. Perhaps, dude Joginder Armstrong is still “malling” around with the gravity of the blunder. Perhaps, the sumos are still wrestling to get to the bottom of it. Perhaps, the story-writer has stopped taking revenge on himself — and the audience who will sit through this one only because, in India, apne toh apne hotey hain!
