Welcome To New York movie review: A pure boredom tour!
Directed By: Chakri Toleti
Produced By: Vashu Bhagnani, Jackky Bhagnani, Deep Shikha Deshmukh, Andre Timmins, Viraf Sarkari, Sabbas Joseph
Cast: Diljit Dosanjh, Sonakshi Sinha, Karan Johar, Riteish Deshmukh, Lara Dutta, Boman Irani, Rana Daggubati, Sushant Singh Rajput
Duration: 2 Hours 04 Minutes
Bollywood Bubble Rating: 1.5/5
“Daant Tod Ke Dungi Hath Ma, Kuch Din Toh Guzaro Gujarat Ma…!” Gonna try this on my colleagues today.
Here’s everything that I watched, in a nutshell. Teji (Diljit Singh), a wannabe actor and Jeenal Patel (Sonakshi Sinha), a fashion designer, winner of the IIFA talent hunt flies down to New York to attend the awards show. Okay?
The entire event is supervised by Garry (Boman Irani) and his employee Sophie (Lara Dutta). Karan Johar and Riteish Deshmukh (the real ones)) are to host the evening. Okay?
Karan has a humshakal Dushman, his name is Arjun Johar. Rana Daggubati is unable to get over Bhallaldeva’s lost love syndrome, hence he’s been listening to love songs all day. Sushant Singh Rajput is giving autographs on behalf of MS Dhoni. Salman Khan offers ‘Dabangg 3’ to Jeenal because she resembles Sonakshi, and asli Sona is asking for Rs 3 crore. Okay? No?
Of the three and a half times I laughed, twice was because an uncle was laughing and I was laughing at him. Another time, KJo took a dig at himself and said, “Koi Toh Ho Jo Iss Abla Mard Ki Madat Kare!” And the other half laugh…I think that was on myself.
The only brave things about ‘Welcome To New York’ are the numerous digs that it takes, and dare I say, the true ones. Also, I remember having written an open letter where I took the case of moral police who took digs at KJO, for his sexuality. And here he is, taking digs at himself.
Nothing, including Diljit Dosanjh’s immense efforts to add comedy, can save this film. Sonakshi Sinha was better off this disastrously typecast character. On a much serious note, why must filmmakers give away to such extent to community stereotyping? Let Alone her purposely typecast getup, you could do without ‘Jai Modi Ji’…!
Bad songs. Scattered story. Forced jokes. Average performance. Welcome nowhere.