Pooja Entertainment presents “Dil Juunglee”
Produced by: Vashu Bhagnani, Deepshika Deshmukh, Jackky Bhagnani & Mudit Jain
Directed by: Aleya Sen
Written by: Aleya Sen, Tonoya Sen Sharma & Shiv Singh
Music: Anand-Milind, Tanishk Bagchi, Sharib-Toshi, Guru Randhawa, Rajat Nagpal
Starring: Taapsee Pannu, Saqib Saleem, Abhilash Thapliyal, Nidhi Singh, Srishti Shrivastava, Ayesha Kaduskar, Santosh Barmola, Ishtiyak Khan, Sanjeev Jaiswal,
Daljeet Singh, Lvye Arora, Krishan Tandon, Tina Harris, Suresh Sippy, Sandeep Garcha & others
London was never seen twice a day at such extremes. Having visited “Hate Story IV” in the morning, and this film immediately afterward, we got truly extreme perspectives of the city and its landmarks twice in a few hours and realized how contrasting even a megapolis could look when the films based there were of completely extreme calibers.
Few debutant directors and ad filmmakers have made as messy a start in cinema as Aleya Sen, who directs and co-writes this sorry tripe. The film starts with an elopement by English teacher Koroli Nair (Taapsee Pannu) and Delhi’s classic downmarket boy Sumit Uppal (Saqib Saleem). They elope with four friends but soon the car lands in the middle of nowhere in a dirty pond. Everyone is drenched and dirty and get out of the car and eventually reach a venue for marriage by which time Sumit, an actor aspirant, is a shade rude to Koroli, and also does not save her when she falls from a rope bridge into the sludge below. He is scared of water, see? So what if it must be knee-deep?
Koroli happens to be a filthy rich London businessman (Krishan Tandon)’s offspring who has no interest in his business and wants to teach English in India, which is how she met Sumit. Now they are in love until Koroli comes to know that he is not sure of his marriage and leaves him at the last moment.
Seven years down, she is in London, a great businesswoman, and hooked to her father’s friend’s son Jai (Santosh Bormola). Along comes Sumit to London to shoot a serial in London in which he is Lord Hanuman (!!!), and he is already close to his co-star Ayesha (Nidhi Singh), also a typical Punjabi girl. Sumit and Koroli meet again, and what follows junks everything logical, appealing and sensible into the Thames.
The makers should have immersed the script instead.
Atrocious at all levels (compared to this, the same producers’ “Welcome To New York” was super-entertaining, imagine!!!), the film makes as much sense as a book being read upside down from last page to first. WHAT is Taapsee, the lady who always takes up sensible assignments, whether big or small, doing in this undiluted trash, in which the climax reaches new depths of silliness?
Saqib Saleem is unbearable as the Delhi brat with his diction that begins to grate on nerves a mere 15 minutes into the 124-minute moronic mélange. Nidhi Singh tries to match the irritating factor. From the rest, only Srishti Shrivastava makes a mark.
The title is as irrelevant and devoid of sense as a Bengali name for a Marathi film. But then, we guess the filmmakers went as wild in choosing (!!) a title as they did in writing their “script” and making this “film” that endorses every kind of immaturity, imbecile thinking and skewed actions from youngsters.
Rating: * (Just about!)