Luck Hindi Movie
For starters, here are a few samples of what the writers of Luck probably think is outstanding dialogue:
"Yeh khud khushi nahi, yeh khud ki khushi hai."
"Kuchh cards aise hote hai jo khelne waalon ko hi pack kar dete hai."
"Laxmi tujhe tika lagane aayi hai, aur tu Id ka chand bana hua hai?"
"Kamaaya to juan, gavaaya toh maut ka kuan."
...And my personal favorite:
"Tumhe paiso ki zaroorat hai, mujhe tujh jaiso ki zaroorat hai."
Need I really say more?
Luck's script (actually a slapdash mess that is just an apology of one) is generously laced with priceless gems like these, unintentionally hilarious 'punchlines' that masquerade as smart dialogue. Despite almost uniformly awful performances, I almost feel like handing out an award to the cast of Luck for actually managing to mouth such ridiculous inanities with a straight face and a laudable, even if failed attempt at seriousness. On second thought, though- it might also be because a straight face is the only expression that some of them manage throughout the film. This is one of those films where the title pops up in the dialogue so often that a half an hour showreel could be made out just out of the times the L-word is said on screen.
Sanjay Dutt plays Musa Bhai who runs an empire of human betting that is- as his right hand man Tenzang keeps telling us throughout the film- 'pure business.' So Tenzang scours the world for people with astonshing luck, and of course as luck would have it, most of them are from India save for a few foreign extras who are done away with in due course. These nitwits are flown off to South Africa for a Reality Show style competition with deadly tasks, where they face off against each other. Think MTV Roadies, with a much bigger budget, and infinitely more boring participants. It's a plot that is as ridiculous as it gets, and it would be futile to explain further 'cause you really need to see it to believe it. I however do warn you against doing the same.
Luck might have had a chance to pull off its sheer ludicrousness, if only helmer Soham Shah (who earlier directed the lacklustre spooker Kaal) had the directing chops to make this tripe convincing. Instead, he feeds us with laughable attempts at drama, trying to hold the ragged script with Sanjay Gupta style 'slickness' and hyperactive editing, topped off with an insufferable music score from Salim-Suleiman. The acting doesn't help much, with Imran Khan distinctly uncomfortable (with a permanently constipated look) in the over-the-top setup, and Shruti Haasan who going by this film, shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a movie camera anytime soon. The rest- Sanjay Dutt, Danny Denzongpa, Ravi Kissan and Chitrashi Rawat all doing a replay of their earlier work- only cranking up the pitch by a few notches.
I could actually have taken a bullet to my head if I couldn't predict what would happen next in the film at any point. And considering the film's about something as unpredictable as luck (as the film says - the only thing guaranteed about about luck is that it will change) that's a gigantic pity. What the luck, really.
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