The battlefield between the village and the Thakuras. Well, who's who? As soon as I started to miss the similarity of the roles of Akshay Kumar in the 90s, here, eat sour cream for a change - not a policeman or a military man, and not even a rascal, but the youngest son of a scoundrel thakura, terrorizing the entire nearby village. In general, the fifth with the edge in the third row, it is very little in the film, but it is nice to watch. Akshay is very light, light, fast, as well as light Karishma, with a bow, young. Oh, someday I'll get to her filmography. For now, it's just dreams...
In a nutshell about the film, this is a banal village showdown, in which the local thakura, Datta Guru (Amrish Puri) on the one hand, and from the village side – the People’s Leader Shankar (Dharmendra) are involved. The beginning of the film was promising, but then everything rolled into the usual set of scenes with individual characters (in the house of thakura, in the village, between Karan (Akshay Kumar) and Tulsi (Karishma), between a greedy dad (Kader Khan) and his startan son-in-law (Shakti Kapur). There are many such scenes, even too many. In the end, the essence is lost.
Of the pluses, many famous actors are involved. Like Dharmendra. I kept wondering why he was in this mess. Well, he had two families to feed at the time, so it wasn't the thrash he was in. It didn’t look very, to put it mildly, the fights are staged terribly, first there is a “thin”, then the blow itself, removed disgusting.
With the atrocities of the thakuras there was a clear overkill, although Amrish in the status of a scoundrel no one could overstep. Here he is also in a beautiful Assyrian black wig, like a poodle in a toga. Gulshan Grover is disgusting in his elusiveness and colorful jacket, Jaya Prada suffered the whole film, did it graphically - she knows how to suffer that. A little truth danced to the song of holi. The songs are hilarious, liked by Shaam Dhal Rahi Teri Yaad, and the second, where the frisky Akshai in a "white pajamas" jumped across the bed, waving a pillow (Tere Joban Ka Mein Ghulam Hoon, so it seems, is called) and the number of holi, is natural. Manne gale laga le: all smeared and happy. Karishma was still young, sweet and direct, had not yet learned her standards, and her glances with Akshay were so sweet. Love as such is not, and there is no place for it in this film, despite the decent timekeeping. It was all about enmity, fierce enmity...
The finale is a separate pleasure. here is a really inconsistency: Akshai weeps bitterly over the body of the murdered pope Amrish, and then in a moment, not even half a minute has passed, faithfully crouches on the shoulder of the father’s murderer Dharik. Here are the writers-producers, no, to the valiant policeman Mukesh K. entrusted with the difficult task of eliminating the indomitable Amrish, who until the last did not want to surrender to the villagers and preferred to rest, but not submit. We are not going to judge him.
In general, the film is joyful, whispering, from nightmares to fun - one step. But I won't reconsider. Ni-ni.
8 out of 10