The only good that’ll possibly come out of this boring flick Dil Bole Hadippa is that the old hag Rani Mukerji will hopefully be put to pasture.
Exterminated, as in get rid of the pest.
Long overdue, we must say.
The woman has overstayed her welcome in Bollywood.
Demonstrating her utter contempt for the paying audience, Rani has delivered one crappy movie after another the last few years: Thoda Pyaar Thoda Magic, Laaga Chunari Mein Daag, Ta Ra Rum Pum and now this boring crap-show Dil Bole Hadippa.
Dil Bole Hadippa is from the stable of Yash Raj Films, which has in recent years established an unassailable reputation for churning out unwatchable trash (remember Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi, Thoda Pyaar Thoda Magic, Laaga Chunari Mein Daag, Ta Ra Rum Pum et al).
Add Dil Bole Hadippa to Yash Raj’s growing mountain of trash.
Featuring Shahid Kapoor, Rani Mukerji, Anupam Kher and titillantes like Rakhi Sawant and Sherlyn Chopra, Dil Bole Hadippa is the story of a cricket-crazy Punjabi girl Veera (Rani Mukerji), who dons a male player’s disguise to play on the men’s team.
Add to this boring fig-leaf of a story, a young NRI cricket player from UK Rohan (Shahid Kapoor) and Indo-Pak rivalry in cricket. And of course the usual romance element without which no Bollywood movie is complete.
We are tired of this Punjab fixation that Yash Raj and some of his peers have developed, presumably to strike a chord in the hearts of the Punjabi diaspora in the U.S., Canada, UK and elsewhere.
The same old fields, same old Bhangra and same old colorful inane song-dance routines, same old, same old.
Saving Grace – Shahid
Shahid Kapoor slips into the role of son, cricket coach, and lover effortlessly.
He was the only saving grace of this boring shit.
But the same can’t be said of Rani Mukerji.
While she’s tolerable in some scenes, she’s awful in others. Like for instance when Shahid’s character declares his love for her or in the speech she gives toward the end. No drama in both the crucial scenes.
As for her screentime as the cricket player and her antics on and off the field, we found them mostly mediocre and irritating.
For the life us, we can’t fathom why Rakhi Sawant and Sherlyn Chopra had to be included in the movie other than to bare their assets and flaunt them to the public. Sure, the girls have to live but we’re not interested in ogling at ’em babies.
Music, like the rest of this boring film, is eminently forgettable.
We couldn’t remember a single song by the time we reached the parking lot of Multiplex Cinemas at East Windsor in NJ.
To spend any more time on Dil Bole Hadippa is to waste your time, our time and precious bandwidth.
Like Rani’s other movies of late, this one too deserves nothing but your indignant middle finger.