It's
like
those
annual
visits
to
your
favourite
hill-station.
Even
if
global
warming
has
played
havoc
with
the
original
tranquil
beauty
and
climate
of
the
resort,
you
continue
to
visit
the
place.
For
old
time's
sake.
Golmaal
is
now
three
films
old.
It's
still
set
in
Goa
and
has
the
same
core
cast
(give
or
take
a
Sharman
Joshi
or
a
Kunal
Khemu,
who's
a
value
addition).
It
started,
as
far
as
I
remember,
as
a
tribute
to
Hrishikesh
Mukherjee
and
Basu
Chatterjee.
Today
Rohit
Shetty's
Golmaal
is
a
gargantuan
franchise
with
props
and
accessories
that
overwhelm
the
basic
plot
to
the
extent
that
you
don't
even
ask
why
you
are
laughing.
You
simply...
laugh.
Or
else!
Really,
you
don't
want
t
to
look
like
a
party-pooper,
do
you?
So
tickle
yourself
link
blue
and
violet.
The
laugh-raiers
serve
up
a
gourmet
of
stale
giggles.
Ajay
Devgn,
more
brawny
than
ever
before,
is
back
with
a
bang
and
a
gang,
which
includes
the
usual
suspects.
Tusshar
Kapoor
still
can't
speak.
But
he
gets
more
footage
TRYING
to
speak
than
ever
before.
He's
the
only
component
in
the
series
that
shows
a
forward
progress.
Shreyas
Talpade
still
stammers.
And
the
plot,
all
but
stutters
to
a
halt,
as
the
gag-bag
bursts
open
at
the
seams
exposing
goodies
that
are
only
about
gift-wrapping.
Hard
to
believe,
but
the
plot
actually
secretes
an
emotional
base.
This
time
the
back-story
behind
the
queazy
blizzard
of
bachanalia
is
an
autumnal
love
story
about
an
aged
couple
Mithun
Chakraborty
and
Ratna
Pathak
Shah
(both
entirely
endearing)
who
want
to
set
up
a
home
together
in
their
final
years,
as
their
overgrown
distinctly
immature
kids
scream
in
protest.
Hey
Rohit
Shetty,
your
brother
Hriday
Shetty
got
there
first.
Four
years
ago
Hriday's
love
story
Pyar
Mein
Twist
had
Rishi
Kapoor
and
Dimple
Kapadia
trying
to
overcome
family
pressures
to
get
together.
Of
course
Basu
Chattaerjee
and
Rajiv
Mehra
did
their
own
love
story
about
an
aging
couple
with
disapproving
families
in
Khatta
Meetha
and
Hamare
Tumhare
many
years
ago.
Golmaal
3
simply
uses
the
idea
of
two
aging
people
coming
together
to
pin
down
its
precocious
parade
of
gags.
The
gag-bang
is
almost
like
consensual
rape.
The
skits
flow
out
like
an
uncapped
toothpaste
being
squeezed
frantically
with
impatient
hands.
There
is
an
element
of
desperation
bordering
on
hysterics
in
the
way
Rohit
Shetty
spreads
out
the
Sunday
brunch
during
his
comic
banquet.
The
items
on
the
table
still
look
inviting.
But
the
garnishing,
the
fruits
and
salads
have
been
left
out
in
the
sun
for
too
long.
Everything
in
Golmaal
3
is
over-cooked,
over-baked
and
most
regrettably
under-funny.
Attempts
to
camouflage
the
paucity
of
genuine
comicality
in
a
fleet
of
farcically
played
flat
notes
don't
work
beyond
a
point.
I've
always
waited
eagerly
for
the
out-takes
in
Rohit
Shetty's
film
that
come
with
the
end-titles.
Not
this
time.
Not
any
more.
Before
making
Part
4
of
Golmaal
(which
is
bound
to
come)
Shetty
should
try
to
get
the
characters
out
of
that
cramped
circle
of
nullity
in
which
the
humour
is
so
hectic
that
it
reeks
of
repetition
and
tedium.
Story first published: Monday, November 8, 2010, 15:45 [IST]