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If we’ve said it once, we’ve said it a million times.
Indians love trash.
Oh yeah, they just love to watch trash. Particularly, the trashy Bollywood films.
Trashier the better for Indians living in America.
Here’s how the new Bollywood film Mere Brother Ki Dulhan fared at the U.S. box office for the opening September 9-11, 2011 weekend compared to a few prominent Bollywood films:
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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? 
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
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 »
Delhi Belly is continuing its strong run at the U.S. box office.
Desis have been flocking to see this raunchy, toilet-humor filled entertaining Bollywood movie produced by Aamir Khan and starring his nephew Imran Khan.
For the second weekend, i.e. July 8-10, Delhi Belly grossed $375,225 with an average gross of $4,169 per theater. It came in at #22.
The total gross of Delhi Belly up to July 10, 2011 in the U.S. is $1,23 million.
Here’s how Delhi Belly fared in the second weekend at the U.S. box office compared to a few prominent Bollywood films:
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Despite all the noise and hoopla, the Imran Khan-Sonam Kapoor crap movie I Hate Luv Storys is NOT setting the box office on fire.
Here’s how the mediocre shit fared in the second weekend at the U.S. box office compared to a few prominent Bollywood movies:
Surprise, surprise.
Who’d have thought this crappy Bollywood movie would have grossed £202,907 in the opening weekend.
Sure looks like whatever desis drink in the UK it certainly is not H2O.
Here’s how I Hate Luv Storys fared at the UK box office in the opening weekend compared to a few prominent Bollywood movies:
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Imran Khan’s latest crap-show I Hate Luv Storys has not fared well at the U.S. box office.
For the six-day, July 4 holiday weekend (June 30, 2010-July 5, 2010), I Hate Luv Storys could manage a total gross of just $535,273.
Folks, before you start swooning over the film crossing the half-a-million-dollar mark remember that this number reflects a six-day holiday-weekend unlike a 3-day regular weekend for most movies in the below table.
The movie is yet another stupid Bollywood love story with not much in its favor.
As SearchIndia.com wrote in its review of this crap show:
I Hate Luv Storys hews to the time-honored tradition of hackneyed, jackass Bollywood tales.
Girl (Sonam Kapoor) with a perfect, steady boy-friend believes in Bollywood-style love and romance while the boy (Imran Khan) is adamant that this love thing is all balderdash.
Of course, in true Bollywood ishtyle the girl Simran soon falls in love with our all-love-is-nonsense boy J, who rebuffs her. Before you can say Yeh kya bakwas (what rubbish is this), the all-love-is-nonsense boy falls in love with the girl whose turn it is to spurn him.
All the while, Simran’s besotted boyfriend Raj (the talented Sameer Dattani) is waiting patiently in the background for his girl.
Of course, all’s well in the end for Simran and J (alas, not for the paying audience or for Raj).
Here’s how I Hate Luv Storys fared at the U.S. box office compared to a few prominent Bollywood movies:
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