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O Teri Comedy Un-Funny
Two bumbling journos in a bromantic comedy is perhaps what director Umesh Bisht had in
mind when he cast Pulkit Samrat and Bilal Amrohi as PP and AIDS in O Teri. But the brief
had to come with something called timing which is so essential in comedy. And here's where
O Teri falls on its face, crash-landing even before it takes off.
The high pitch of every performer is exemplified by Himani Shivpuri who calls up Pulkit from
the village for a mritunjay mantra to heal her ailing buffalo. But her pitch alone would
have got the animal on its feet and scooting out of ear-splitting range. That would have
been funnier I guess than mritunjay mantra over the cell phone.
PP and AIDS drive around in an old Fiat with an 007 number plate. When they fetch up at
the workplace with a breaking news on a piece of ginger that's shaped like Lord Ganesha,
boss lady Monsoon throws them out. Monsoon who also snorts and screeches till her jacket
buttons look like they'll split wide open, is on to bigger stories where she's a major
player between political rivals Khwaja and Kilol with a builder thrown in. If you haven't
started laughing yet because Monsoon translates into a certain Barkha on Indian TV, then you're
not respecting subtle humour. In the political rivalry between Anupam Kher's
Khwaja and Vijay Raaz's Kilol, there's the dead body of a CBI official being carted around.
Laugh now. It's time for black humour, so why aren't you rolling in the aisles?
Oh, you want ***? There's a CD going around of Vijay Raaz in bed with a cross-dressing
male lackey in Good Time Motel and everybody wants his hands on this CD. There are also
a couple of bump-and-grind numbers that linger on butts and other body parts, so why aren't
you impressed? Mandira Bedi plays a Nira Radia kind of fixer
and looks more smashing in her sarees than all the nondescript heroines stomping around.
The bumbling journos film and lose the *** CD, find and lose the dead body, film and
lose even a footbridge crumbling, and nobody's heard of making a copy of any CD. The losers
even have an encounter with a dog that's a fortune teller. I hope you're having a rollicking
time at least now because it's time for a serious climax. The reporters are ready to
gather the politicians, the Monsoon newsreader, Bedi, her sarees, and all the other assorted
bad elements that rule society under one roof, for a full confessional.
By this time you confess that you're only waiting for the 107 minutes to come to an
end. Weakly scripted and directed, this is a poor vehicle for the two valiant boys, Pulkit
and Bilal. With even Salman Khan dancing in the end credits
unable to make you sit up, O Teri gets a 1.5* rating.