Nov 10, 2016 01:54 PM
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After the first couple of scenes, director and writer Tigmanshu Dhulia bungs a mujra into Bullett Raja. Mahie Gill appears, wearing her ghagra-choli with a precariously low waist and a plunging neckline, naturally. She shakes her stuff, as is expected of a mujra madam. Soon enough, matching Gill's jhatka for jhatka, are Saif Ali Khan and Jimmy Sheirgill.
Thrusting their chests, popping their crotches and scrunching their faces into expressions of contorted joy are descendants of the aristocratic clans that can boast of having the likes of Rabindranath Tagore, Tiger Pataudi, Amrita Shergill and Vivan Sundaram in their family trees. Now the scions are mispronouncing words like "close"(it's "cloje" in Dhulia's lexicon) and playing unpolished, unentitled, coarse sons of UP's soil in order to belong to the new Bollywood order of privilege. Feudalism is dead, long live feudalism.
