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Delhi Belly.




The first time I was introduced to Delhi Belly was earlier on this year when I saw the trailer at a theater. It looked bad and I swore to myself I wouldn't watch it. Anyways, it released and with everyone going gaga about it, I thought it might be worth a watch. I finally booked tickets and went for the movie.

Unfortunately for me (and the movie) I developed a fever that evening and didnt want to waste the ticket, so went nevertheless. Somewhere in my head I knew I will hate the movie, so I was prejudiced. So this is a prejudiced review! hell, no newspaper is paying me to write an unbiased one is it?

The crux of the movie is cuss words, crassly shown sex and an extremely pathetic way of showing an indigestion problem. Throw in the old funda of smuggled Russian diamonds, dialogues that some may call "humour" and a crazy race all over the city and you have Delhi belly. The Acting I have to give it, was awesome, the casting was perfect, but what I dont get is, exactly what generation is this fil talking about? This is not my generation, not even my younger brother's, definitely not my parents. It is a film that only 20 somethings Indians who are middle-rich class and are english educated will understand and unfortunately a lot of them have appreciated it.

The overall story is gripping, but I was majorly put off my the sleazy sex scenes & the dirty toilet scenes. Everything that I liked about the movie was discounted by exactly these things. I am not someone who can not see two people kissing on screen and I am not even someone who would rather the camera shows two sunflowers meetings to show sex, but to show it as it was in Delhi Belly was just sick.

I do not like the Golmaal kind of comedy films, but I would rather watch Chachi 420 for comedy than Delhi Belly.

I mean even Hangover (1 and 2), which one can say might be the same genre, is a way classier than Delhi Belly. A movie with cuss words and cheap sex and "dirty india" is really not my cup of tea. Not something that is worth paying 200 INR of my hard earned money for.

And what is this about "revolutionizing Indian Cinema". I mean really now. Indian Cinema is Indian Cinema, it's Bollywood, it has its own identity, it's own creativity and its own charm. I mean what is wrong with Rajshree's Hum Apke Hain Kaun or Vivaah or the madness of Om Shanti Om or the nice freshness of Dil Chahta hain or the drama of Devdas? It's Indian, its makes you feel nice, you lose yourself for 3 hours in a cinema hall and sing along with "Didi Tera Dewar Deewana". You come out of the theatre humming those songs for the next one week. Why do we have to strive to be more like Hollywood, those who want to watch Hollywood-type movies, can just go watch Hollywood!

And those of you who liked Delhi Belly, hats off to you, but remember my friend, you are not the average India movie-goer. The average Indian movie-goer likes the drama that Bollywood offers. To bad people want to "revolutionize" it. New age of Indian cinema, what is that now really?

So if you have not watched Delhi belly and have read this post, save that money, go watch Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara instead, twice if you must. Now that's Indian cinema.

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