Somehow, I remember laughing a lot more at the first Bheja Fry– not that I remember that story too well actually, but still, if that is the only first impression I have of this movie in comparison to the first, it is, I think, a significant one.
Significant, because it openly implies it wasn’t all that great. Well, it did have some funny moments, but they unfortunately were few and far in between, and the air of predictability was so overwhelming throughout, it made the entire movie underwhelming.
Actually, a very rough but not that inaccurate a parallel that may be drawn to the storyline of this movie is that it appeared to be a haphazard combination of two popular American television shows from the sixties and seventies– the reruns for which I watched with gay abandon in the late eighties and early nineties: Love Boat and Gilligan’s Island.
‘Nuff said!
