Do you think I’m a bitch, a tart?….You must be thinking I’m a slut?
- Katrina Kaif’s character Dimple Dixit to Imran Khan’s Kush Agnihotri in Meri Brother Ki Dulhan
Duh, Katrina.
Does the Sun Rise in the East? Is Barack Obama Black? Is Manmohan Singh a poodle? Does Salman Khan like to drive over people? Did Anna Hazare just score a big victory over the Lok Pal bill?
Whaddayathink, folks? 
Plain Awful
Folks, Mere Brother Ki Dulhan (from Yash Raj’s stinking Augean stable of horror-shows) offers incontrovertible proof, as if any more were really needed, that Hindi movies are made by desi asses exclusively for desi chimps slipping down the ladder of evolution.
An utterly charmless and silly movie featuring two half-wits Katrina Kaif and Imran Khan, the movie bored the hell out of us for all of its 2-hour and 20-minute running time.
In fact, Meri Brother Ki Dulhan can best be described by borrowing a line from the movie itself:
You Indians are classless and cheap.
- Piyali to Luv in the opening moments of the film
Cancel Katrina’s Indian Visa
Can somebody please tell Katrina Kaif that shrieking like a sloshed ape, flaunting her bare thighs like a Dadar strumpet struggling to pay her back rent, rolling her eyes mindlessly and generally behaving like a jackass does not qualify one to be called an actress.
Not in the Method School of acting, not in the Sanford Meisner School of acting, hell, not even in Subash Ghai’s Whistling Woods School of acting in Mumbai. Continue reading »
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