By:
Subhash
K.
Jha,
IndiaFM
Monday,
June
11,
2007
Starring
Emran
Hashmi,
Sayali
Bhagat,
Geeta
Basra,
Aseem
Merchant
Directed
by
Raksha
Mistry&Hasnain
Hyderabadwala
Tagline
for
this
week's,
ha
ha,
thriller.
"Some
Lines
Should
Never
Be
Crossed"...
Hmmm,
sounds
familiar
.
Wasn't
that
the
tagline
for
the
2005
cheesy
Jennifer
Aniston-Clive
Owen
thriller
Derailed?
Co-directors
Mistry
and
Hyderabadwala
don't
just
rip
off
the
fast-paced
loco-motivated
thriller
about
the
price
an
adulterous
man
must
pay
for
biting
into
the
forbidden
fruit.
They
turn
it
into
a
mushy-mushy
rush-rush
job
where
the
film
editor
seems
as
much
in
a
hurry
as
the
commuters
in
the
Thai
subway
that
houses
this
thriller's
non-existent
thrills.
Trust
me,
Geeta
Basra
playing
Jennifer
Aniston's
role
is
quite
a
forbidden
apple.
She
pouts
preens
and
poses
as
though
Glenn
Close
in
Fatal
Attraction
has
suddenly
gotten
too
close
for
comfort.
And
Emraan
Hashmi
as
Michael
Douglas
from
Fatal
Attraction
is
a
fatal
aberration.
Hashmi's
titillating
transgressions
are
the
stuff
that
Mahesh
Bhatt's
cinema
is
made
of.
And
yet-here
lies
the
deception-the
very
idea
of
placing
Hashmi
at
the
vortex
of
a
lustful
infidelity
is
not
temptation
enough
to
sit
through
this
stilted
rip-off
of
what
was
at
best,
a
passably
puerile
thriller.
It's
one
thing
for
Shekhar
Kapoor
to
sublimate
Man
Woman&Child
by
making
it
into
the
resplendently
emotional
Masoom.
Mistry
and
Hydrabadwala
heat
up
the
cold
warmth
of
the
Hollywood
film
into
a
mockery
of
all
definitions
of
life,
love
marriage
and
lust
in
cinema.
The
Thai
setting
hardly
helps
to
pump
up
the
anemic
adrenaline.
It
only
heightens
the
queasy
feeling
of
watching
a
bad
Hollywood
thriller
vandalized
by
people
who
don't
seem
to
have
one
original,
let
alone
inspiring,
bone
in
their
creative
body.
In
the
absence
of
an
inner
conviction
the
narration
moves
at
a
scratch-level
creating
scenes
from
a
broken
marriage
whose
splinters
pierce
the
plot
with
agonizing
self-consciousness.
K.Raj
Kumar
wields
the
camera
as
though
Bangkok
was
an
overgrown
shopping
mall.
The
film
wears
an
over-ripened
decadent
look
suggesting
forbidden
pleasures
that
can
be
had
for
a
price
in
any
respectable
massage
pleasure.
Yes,
Mithoon's
tunes
are
interesting
in
bits.
Why
not
watch
them
at
home?
If
you
really
want
to
know
why
modern
marriages
are
falling
apart,
don't
look
for
answers
in
this
unfaithful
adaptation
of
a
foreign
film
on
unfaithfulness.
Watch
Anurag
Basu's
Metro
instead.
But
if
you
really
want
to
know
what's
wrong
with
Hollywood
rip-off-ed
Hindi
films,
go
see
The
Train.
Amore
bogus
ride
on
celluloid
would
be
difficult
to
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