Kuku Mathur Ki Jhand Ho Gayi review: It's a train wreck of a comedy

Let’s make a film — we’ll have some typical Dilli characters who basically are losers; we’ll give them dialogues that sound totally Punjabi and Haryanvi and we’ll put them in some incredibly testy situation which they’ll get out of using emotion and melodrama. Hit hai boss! Not quite. Kuku Mathur Ki Jhand Ho Gayi is in the same league as Do Dooni Chaar, Oye Lucky Lucky Oye, and Delhi Belly except it has none of the depth that any of the above films did. Nor is it as fun as Fukrey or Band Baaja Baaraat. The film is a mostly a drag with very lazy writing and a dangerously low acting quotient. What should have been a short film is stretched into a 109 minute long disaster, that could have easily been avoided. [caption id=“attachment_1550441” align=“alignleft” width=“380”]  Courtesy: ibn live[/caption] Kuku Mathur is an under confident and motherless school pass out who dreams of opening his own restaurant one day. With Masterchef quality kitchen skills, he has everything it takes to succeed but his circumstances never favor his goals. His best friend Ronnie, however, goes on to run his own business, leaving Kuku behind to fend for himself. Under the influence of his cunning uncle Prabhakar, Kuku decides to rob Ronnie’s warehouse and set it on fire to get back at his family who were never kind to him. With the money he makes off this little thievery, he opens his own restaurant. At the end of the day, its a simple story about friendship and forgiveness with a extra large serving of Delhi stereotypes — unnecessarily motherly Punjabi aunties, jugaadu friends, college type lingo, gol gappas, jagraatas and rajma chawal. Don’t get me wrong, I think Delhi makes for a great setting for films, but that can’t be the only thing going for your movie can it? The problem with Kuku Mathur… is that there isn’t much substance to hold all the additional fluff together. The script is a total train wreck. There isn’t a single moment of engaging conversation or action on the screen. The screen writers seem to have tried hard to sound funny and witty, but fail quite miserably. Too many subplots and annoying characters definitely spoiled this broth. The acting isn’t good enough to write home about either. All newcomers, the actors clearly weren’t quite equipped to pull off an indie style comedy such as this. This must be the worst comedy in the world since it failed to elicit any laughter from the ten people who actually paid to watch the film. By the interval half of them had left and the other half decided to take a nice long nap in the AC. You can easily avoid watching Kuku Mathur… this week. You wouldn’t want to be a jhand now, would you?