By Hindustan Times
Director: Swapna Waghmare
Actors: Himesh Reshammiya, Sonal Sehgal
This film has a special song. The hero creates enough excitement in its anticipation. He finally takes the stage. We’ve all gathered at a posh, aiyash party. The announcement begins, “Ladies and gentlemen. Here’s presenting a philosophical research that has been conducted on mangoes, incorporating in it romance, humour and fun. Please give it up for Sameer…” The song goes, “I miss you baby. Like mango. Oh, ho, like mango!”
Sameer of course is the lead character. He plays a film distributor, who sings this song like a rock-star on the mic. Of course. He is the Himesh, ladies and gents. Give it up for Him. His girlfriend on the phone wants to hear him sing that song. He keeps the phone connected while the track plays. Mentally demolished, she starts moving her body up and down in an epileptic fit as she lies in bed, holding the phone. This is not your everyday movie, as you’d know.
The girlfriend (Purbi Joshi, fine talent there though) has been away for 15 days. She is an incorrigible nag. The boyfriend suddenly smells freedom. Here’s what he does when he finds azadi: walks around Marine Drive where pretty white women blow flying kisses at him, and he can't stop saying, “Waaow”. He dances solo, at a nightclub, attractive women remain stuck to him still. One of them wants to desperately bed him. He says no. "Waaow!"
But you knows he’s He-man, ok, He-mace Man; someone or the other will grab his attention. His company’s owner’s sister (Sonal Sehgal) does. She’s the gorgeous Veronica variety. His girlfriend’s more the plain Jane Betty type. Archie Andrews must decide. He goes for the rich hottie. Catfight ensues.
This is not the first time in the history of Indian hormones that two women have desperately fought over Himesh, and he’s sort of loved them both. The last was a movie called Radio (2009). The hero himself had written that story. He’s written this one too, as appropriately credited.
You can easily tell why that should happen. Or why his girlfriend must be so insanely insecure. Any girl would be. After all, he’s that rare, charming human specimen: cute chubby faced, long sideburns. It’d be hard to resist such temptations: his odd smirks, twitches, the way he pouts his flotilla lips.
Though you wouldn’t believe me if I told you so: This film actually has a darn good script, if you could excuse the hero for a bit. Just a bit. But how can you? We love you Himace. "Like mango, oh ho, like mango…"