Barring the title track, the remaining numbers are forgettable. Directorially, the choice of actors is right and a few scenes are well canned. You don’t carry the story, the film, the gags and punches, the witty one-liners with you at the end of the show.Īshwani Dhir is a far more accomplished dialogue writer than a screenplay writer. You do laugh when you’re supposed to laugh, but even those jokes are forgotten as you breeze out of the cineplex. Unfortunately, the absence of a strong screenplay evokes mixed reactions. Lock your brains at home when you watch this movie, for ONE TWO THREE, like its predecessors, is more of a stress buster than anything else. Meanwhile, Chandu and Chandni are determined to stop anybody from buying the car where they have hidden the diamonds. The third Laxmi Narayan gets Laila’s photo and asks her to show him the under-garments, only to be branded an old pervert. The second Laxmi Narayan gets Papa’s photo and goes to collect the car from him, only to be mistaken for a killer and gets beaten black and blue. The first Laxmi Narayan gets lingerie designer Jiya’s photo and goes to kill her, only to end up falling in love with her.
They get letters and photographs meant for the other.
The three Laxmi Narayans are at the same place, at the same time. His son sends him to Hotel Blue Diamond to collect lingerie samples from upcoming designer Jiya. The third Laxmi Narayan is a hawker who has made so much money selling under-garments on the footpath that he has set up a lingerie factory now. He is sent to Hotel Blue Diamond to collect a new car for his boss from Laila. He comes to Hotel Blue Diamond because he’s taken a supari to bump off Papa.Įnter the second Laxmi Narayan. He’s got a final chance to redeem himself as a Bhai. He’s from a khandani mafia family and his mother prays that with a few murders under his belt, he will be settled for life. Papa and his henchmen are desperately hunting for the diamonds, while hot headed police office Mayavati Chautala is on the prowl looking for offenders of any kind.Įnter the first Laxmi Narayan.
The diamonds accidentally fall in the hands of Chandu and Chandni, who hide them in a car. The main course is conveniently forgotten!ĭiamonds belonging to a Don get stolen. It’s like promising a sumptuous meal, but being offered just starters. Sure, Dhir has worked hard on wit-laden dialogues and individualistic sequences, but how one wishes he would’ve worked on presenting a tighter script. The on-screen characters try their level best to tickle your funny bone, to evoke mirth, but the viewer sits motionless and expressionless like a mannequin.Ĭomedy is serious business and Ashwani Dhir has proved his skills in the past, but cinema is a different medium altogether.
Substituting a cohesive script with witty one-liners and funny situations has never been the shortcut to success and never will be.īesides, the masti-mazaak works at times, but falls flat on several occasions. No issues with that, but after a point you don’t react to the on-screen jhamela. Like most films of its ilk, ONE TWO THREE rests on a waferthin plot. No-brainer comedies are what the doctor ordered to keep the industry’s heart live and ticking.ONE TWO THREE, helmed by debutante Ashwani Dhir, follows the rules faithfully. The mantra is simple: Plonk yourself on the cushy seat, munch popcorn, sip cola and enjoy the on-screen antics. Of late, the trend is to make entertainers that don’t tax the viewers’ brains. One Two Three Movie Review by Taran Adarsh