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High Jack movie: Review, Cast, Director

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Film: High Jack

Cast: Sonali Sehgal, Sumeet Vyas, Kumud Mishra, Mantra, Muzamil Qureshi, Natasha Rastogi, Sarang Sathye, Boloram Das, Nipun Dharmadhikari, Sarthak Kakar

Director: Akarsh Khurrana


Rating: * *

A down-on-his-luck, high-as-a-kite, DJ, Rakesh (Sumeet Vyas) is caught in a mid-air hi-jack drama involving disgruntled airline employees. The drugs flow free and others on the flight also succumb, invariably calling attention to a bizarre sequence of events.

The plotline, though interesting, has little to offer in terms of intelligence or wit. The owner of Udaan airlines lives his life king size while his employees go a begging for six months on the trot. The DJ, having failed in his attempts to rescue his father’s dispensary, is now attempting to be a carrier. The flight from Goa to Delhi has some really weird people aboard – all of whom sniff the stuff and become roguish. The hijackers (Mantra, Kakar, Quereshi and Satheye) are also an unsure, fumbling lot. The situation might have been ripe for belly shaking laughs but alas…

Writer Adhir Bhat fails to invest enough content and wit into this exercise in futility. It’s not in the least bit plausible and the freakish attempts at stoner comedy makes it more exasperating and off-putting than witty or interesting. The writing appears to be a compilation of WhatsApp forwards and pithy one-liners that sound jaded, failing to get the humour quotient off the ground. The fish-out-of-water experience of the lead character is not something we feel any sympathy for either. Sumit Vyas, though competent, doesn’t quite measure up to anything interesting here while the other players just faff about creating disharmony and havoc.

Akarsh Khurana’s attempt to develop a quasi-socio-political thriller comedy falls flat. The development is stroppy and the treatment, lacking in finesse. You can neither laugh with it nor cry about it – You just keep wondering how Bollywood keeps getting the moolah to make such perishable, dim-witted nonsense… yet again?