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Dhan Dhana Dhan Goal

I watched Dhan Dhana Dhan Goal over the weekend. First day first show in fact and it was fun. A paisa vasool movie if nothing else.

Goal absolutely belongs to John Abraham. You cannot take your eyes off him when he's on screen and he does superbly well in a film that doesn't need much histrionics.

And his smile. Its just the best. I'm a sucker for nice smiles. The kind where the eyes get all crinkly and his entire face just lights up.

Bipasha Basu doesn't have much to do in the film and is incredibly inept at what she does do. She just doesn't come across well.

The songs are pretty good. I especially loved Halla Bol. Billo Rani on the other hand is a nonsensical film and would have fitted in better in a movie about UP or Bihar. And how a bunch of footballers who are struggling to pay rent for their club manage to come up with enough money to hire dancers and a vulgar looking singer is beyond me.

The movie though doesn't do much for me. The computer animation is tackily done and some parts of it are just done with no relation to continuity or good sense. Arshad Warsi's wife is pregnant when the league begins and by the end of the league she has her baby. Arshad Warsi and John Abraham's relationship is handled beautifully and nothing becomes alright just overnight. Arshad Warsi's speech about it being not just about football is moving and brought a lump to my throat. The colour issue is handed pretty well too and gives an inkling what Indians and other nationalities in the United Kigdom have to go through. I wonder what the government there is doing to counter this.



I've only watched one of John's movies...WATER and I am impressed.

My childhood friend in Bombay is a really good friend of John's and I'm hoping to meet him the next time I'm there...
Lyandra D'souza said…
Now im jealous. Starstruck that i am, I would love to meet John too. *Sigh* Dream come true!!!

Thanks for commenting and hope to see more of you on my blog..

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