Dil Bole Hadippa - Movie Review
Move over, boys; Rani’s The Man! I mean, the leading man of Dil Bole Hadippa. Shahid Kapoor is more or less reduced to a twelfth man in this Yashraj film that seems solely crafted to open up the second innings of Rani’s sagged career. So, no rona dhona this time for Rani. Too many weepy roles in the past only ruined her future. This time, Rani Mukherjee has got her chin up and necklines down.
So brace yourself up for yet another trip into the land of sarson ke khet where spitfire Punjabi babes chew sugary (sugarcane) and ride in the back of a truck with black bhainso (buffalo).
Cricket unites Vikramjit Singh (Anupam Kher) aka Vicky from Amritsar and his best friend Liyaaqat Ali Khan (Dilip Tahil) aka Lucky from Lahore. Every year they organize an ‘Aman’ tournament which, not to our encouragement, the Pak team has been winning for many years.
After yet another defeat Vikramjit calls his son Rohan (Shahid), a cricketer, from London to lead a new team for the next year’s tournament. And guess what? A desi, cricket-crazy kudi Veera (Rani) hopes to find a place in the all-boys’ team and she does it by pasting on a fake moustache and beard and disguising herself as the boy Veer Pratap Singh.
So even as Rohan coaches a shaky Veer on the cricket field, he loses his heart to Veera in sarson ke field, not knowing that they both are the same person. And when he does come to know, it’s at a crucial face-saving game with the Pakistani champs.
Don’t expect a Chak De India kind of climax. But what unfolds can easily be dubbed as ‘Chak De Punjab’. And there’s also a final women’s lib speech by Rani which gets a standing ovation, but not from anyone in the theatre.
Riddled with the usual Yashraj clichés like Punjab ke khet, the message of aman between India and Pakistan, and all the spiel about tradition and chasing one’s dreams, and of course yet another spoof on the YR home production Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge, ‘Dil Bole Hadippa’ is like a spaghetti seasoned with too many masalas.
Debutant director Anurag Singh has tried to play it safe and crammed in every ingredient he could. If you are not touched by the thandi love story between Shahid and Rani, then perhaps you will be moved by the struggle of a girl to play in a men’s cricket team. Women empowerment, anyone? If even not that, then perhaps the message of friendship between India and Pakistan (described as “Ek maa ke do betey hai, ek duje ki taraf peeth karke lete hai”, what a dialogue?) will pluck a few strings in your patriotic heart. If not that too, then perhaps the curves of silicone sirens like Sherlyn Chopra and Rakhi Sawant would stir a few hormones inside the cinema halls.
Sadly, nothing except the last half hour of the movie bowls you over. Rani’s goofy Veer Singh is the soul of this film while her Veera is nothing different from what we’ve seen her play before. Shahid Kapoor is shockingly expressionless for most part of the film. Yes, he does show a few impressive dance steps to compensate for that. Anupam Kher and Dalip Tahil are first rate while Poonam Dhillon is there only for two scenes.
More of a Sayappa (trouble) than Hadippa (hurrah), this movie by India’s leading production house is simply boring, clichéd, unimaginative and leaves you with a regretful feeling of having wasted your time and money on the recycled rehash from YRF’s previous hits.
But me, worry not.
“Pop corn hai chabbi ja, head ache hai dabbi ja, fikar karein fukrey.”