The ApunKaChoice movie review of Kismet Love Paisa Dilli. Set in one night of mayhem and madness in Delhi, director Sanjay Khanduri’s film Kismet Love Paisa Dilli is a vulgar, distasteful, almost offensive comedy without much substance or sense to the story. It’s more a raggedy collage the writer cobbled together from the non-veg jokes and gags that have long exceeded their use-by date.
There’s lampooning of a gay fashion designer as a ‘man-eater’ and stereotyping of Delhi as a turf of rapists and looters at night. The dialogues are rife with double meanings, mostly bordering on bawdy. Toilet humour of the infantile kind punctuates the script at every turn.
The film’s hormonally driven protagonist Lokesh aka Lucky (Vivek Oberoi), is downright ‘tharki’ and can’t have enough of ogling at ghazab totta. He has the hots for Lovina (Mallika Sherawat) but gets into a scrape when a mystery woman (Neha Dhupia) hands him a letter in the Metro train and commits suicide thereafter, and cops are after Lucky’s hide. On the other hand, Lovina is kidnapped by a gang of looters who are celebrating their leader Kaptaan’s (Ashutosh Rana) birthday with raping and looting in a morgue van.
The plot is threadbare but intractably convoluted by a menagerie of madcap characters like a politician hunting for a sting operation videotape or a pizza delivery boy who turns from a docile pushover to an ear-biting maniac, or a bunch of cops running about like headless chickens. In this melee of cops, goons, rapists, and maniacs, Lucky and Lovina scramble from pillar to post to survive the long Delhi night.
Sanjay Khanduri, who so impressed the movie buffs with his Ek Chalis Ki Last Local a few years back, tries to rehash the same formula but with rather unpalatable ingredients. What’s intended as humour is hardly funny. Taste this: Vivek Oberoi playing a bartender who serves his pee to the guests at a fashion show and passes it off as a new brand of whiskey, Lucky Dog. Vivek mauled by a gay fashion designer with over-effeminate gestures. Ashutosh Rana and his gang making cracks at Mallika Sherawat whom they’ve kidnapped with the intention of ‘balatkar’. In fact, the word ‘balatkar’ is bandied about to an objectionable extent.
Vivek Oberoi and Mallika Sherawat are saddled with a mess of a script, but Vivek does lend a certain charm to his sexually charged, but perpetually persecuted, chased, stripped-to-undies character. Mallika Sherawat’s performance is in mono tone, restricted to haughty or harried expressions. On the sidelines, Ashutosh Rana as the Haryanvi spouting goonlord does add a little spark to the lackluster proceedings.
With pedestrian humour, double-meaning dialogues, gay gags, average performances, passable music and poor direction, Kismet Love Paisa Dilli hardly has anything going for it. In fact, the film quite lives up to its acronym. It’s KLPD of cinematic variety.