Lets Dance

Just last week, Vashu Bhagnani showcased his son Jackky Bhagnani's acting skills in Kal Kissne Dekha. This week, another father - Arvind Patel - attempts to showcase his daughter Gayatri Patel's dancing skills in Let's Dance, directed by Aarif Sheikh. Come to think of it, such launch pads often act as a showreel for furthering the career in Bollywood. In that respect, Let's Dance succeeds... to an extent.

But there's a hitch! The film bears an uncanny resemblance to Ramgopal Varma's immensely likable Rangeela and Yash Raj's utterly forgettable Aaja Nachle. No issues if Let's Dance seeks inspiration from elsewhere [coincidence?], but in an effort to showcase Gayatri's dances, the remaining aspects take a backseat. The dances appeal, but the love story doesn't. And the crime angle, injected in the plotline, is a big bore.

Gayatri's dances are a treat [she dances exceptionally well], but her love interest cuts a sorry picture. The street children's connection with a crook also seems unwarranted. In a nutshell, Let's Dance will be best remembered for Gayatri's exuberant dances. That's it!