Film: Yea Toh Two Much Ho Gayaa
Cast: Jimmy Shergill, Pooja Chopra, Bruna Abdullah, Arbaaz Khan, Zarina Wahab, Murli Sharma, Vijay Patkar
Director: Anwer Khan
Manmohan Desai’s erstwhile assistant Anwer Khan has cast the redoubtable, versatile Jimmy Shergill in a ‘Rampur ka Laxman’ sort of double role as twin heroes spanning the entire length of the narrative – in a sort of tribute to the erstwhile genius who could get the best of Bollywood ensnared in his mass appealing masala offerings.
But two much is not always a good thing even if it’s the versatile Jimmy driving the so-called entertainment here – especially since the storyline, scripting and plotting is so antiquated and woebegone that even Manmohan Desai would not have touched it with a barge pole.
The storyline breeds on 70’s styled melodrama about twin brothers moving out of each other’s shadow into separate lives in different countries. While Mohan (Jimmy) lives with his mother in rural India, Mann (Jimmy again) has moved to Thailand to earn respect and a profitable life before he can show his face to his mother (Zarina Wahab)- the archetypical weeping widow who yearns for the son who is away from her while the one who is around earns all the brickbats and tongue-lashings for his naïve good heartedness.
Mohan is in love with Meena (Pooja Chopra) while Man has Tina (Bruna Abdullah) hanging on his every word. Both Mann and Mohan are in for an about turn though-And the reason for that is an ex-wannabe footballer, NRI Don called Mac (Arbaaz Khan) who is on the lookout to payback Mann for his brother’s humiliation while, in rural India, Meena’s avaricious brother Choudhary (Murli Sharma) has concocted a farfetched entrapment to keep Mohan away from his sister. The twins exchange places and right the wrongs being done to them- a foregone conclusion that!
Predictable, hackneyed, ridiculous and sloppy are the words that come to mind while watching this totally outdated, antiquated masala mashup that has neither the flare of a Manmohan Desai film nor the entertainment value befitting a true honorarium.
The music is forgettable, the narrative spiel is never ending- could have done better with tighter editing, and the performances (save for Jimmy’s valiant but fruitless, and Pooja Chopra’s perky one) are terribly stilted and ungainly.
Arbaaz may have the looks but is sorely lacking in expressiveness while the rest including Vijay Patkar in a sort of ‘Rajendranath’ like double role are outlandish to say the least. Take my word for it-you don’t want to get a double headache with this one!