Hum Sey Hai Jahaan movie rating and review

Hum Sey Hai Jahaan (2008) Movie Rating and Review :

Rating :

Acting – 0.5/10
Direction – 0/10
Screenplay – 0/10
Music – 0.5/10
Technique – 0/10

Review :

Aah! The AGONY

Pop quiz: What is worse than watching a bad film? Watching a bad film alone. Just the very thought that there are other miserable souls in the dark hall being subjected to the same agony makes the painful experience a tad more tolerable. Alas, that was not the case on a rainy Saturday afternoon at a city multiplex, where only four people had mustered up the courage to sit through the torment that is Hum Sey Hai Jahaan. An agonizing watch from start to finish, it will take you more than one good film to recover from this one.

Hum Sey Hai Jahaan will surely make it to the Bollywood record books, if not as the worst film of the year — there are sadly too many contenders — but surely for being the most narcissistic. Mashhoor Amrohi, grandson of Kamal Pakeezah Amrohi, is the writer, producer, director and leading actor of HSHJ. You wish he had restricted himself to just one role: of skipping work and staying home. As director, he tries to be a mix of Yash Chopra and Priyadarshan. The result: sheer blasphemy. As actor, he aspires to be Hrithik and Shah Rukh — with cool tees, skull caps and a vocabulary peppered with ‘dude’ and ‘kewl’. The result: utter disaster.

The film — much like its lead actor — tries too hard to be smart. It succeeds too little. The double entendres even dare to take a dig at Bollywood’s biggest — Salman, SRK, Karan Johar, no one is spared.

Hum Sey Hai Jahaan’s wafer-thin plot goes something like this: Amrohi works for Don Gary Rozario (Jackie Shroff should retire after this one!) and is forced to kidnap the daughter of a superstar (who wears a Krrish-like cap and PVC pants through most the film) when he is faced with a cash crunch. He predictably falls in love with the girl somewhere along the way and what we have after that is two-and-a-half hours of sheer torture. The picturesque Singapore locales do nothing to make it sting any less.

The music (Siddharth-Suhas) is as bad as the rest of the film, with not a single number managing to lift the dejected spirits of the audience.

The final nail in the coffin? Prem Chopra breaking into a jig! Enough said.

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