In 2007, Shah had come adult with Namastey London, in that Akshay Kumar got to tell a garland of Brits how good India unequivocally is, and how correct Katrina’s Jaaz aka Jasmeet was to cite a large-hearted ‘desi munda’ over a foolish ‘gora’.
This week, Shah’s new film, Namaste England attempts during revelation accurately a same story, with a opposite set of actors. The former was passable, with Kaif perplexing her paces, and Kumar holding baby stairs in formulating his best-selling persona–the bone-fide Mr Bharat he has now incited into.
Namaste England is only a plain bad film, in that a ‘desis’ who live in a UK are bad misled souls, and a genuine ‘desis’, generally those from good ‘ol Punjab, will rescue a world.
The initial half has ‘gaana’ in ‘ganne ke khet’ and customary chaff in what passes for Bollywood’s thought of farming Punjab. And a despotic ‘bauji’ and ‘veerji’ examination particularly over Jasmeet (Chopra). No, she can’t work. No, she can’t romance. Except she does both, given she has Param (Kapoor), a ‘gabru jawan’ whose solitary aim in life is to support his Jasmeet’s single-minded ambition, that is to get a ‘residency’ in a UK.
Both try opposite routes to get there, and a improved film could have done something of a heartbreak and hurdles people face when withdrawal their nation for another.
But Namaste England is not that film. It’s been a while given I’ve seen something so clichéd and charmless.