They come in with a song and go out with a bang.
The shortest role in the history of the comic farce goes to Upen Patel and Tanissha. These lovable losers try to sell lingerie and cars, while the director repackages the Shakespearean comedy of errors in a new autopilot manoeuvre that doesn't quite have you holding your sides. Panic-attacks dominate lives of these flustered characters. 'Main nahin pukdunga,' he protests in panic as the other actor (another small-time scene stealer in this festival of interesting actors) reaches inside his pants. Has Paresh become complacent? Or have Suniel, Tusshar and company got better at the funny stuff? If only director Dheer had avoided the excessive crudity especially in Suniel's prolonged sequence in the public loo with the cheesy hit man. Paresh Rawal is selling lingerie with uninhibited pride and is not the outright winner as he usually is in these comedies. He labours over the loud comedy and gets the volume right.
Tusshar Kapoor as Mama's pet out to make his first kill is extremely accomplished. But he was never so straight-faced and sharp.
The smallest of cast member knows the job on hand.īut Suniel Shetty gets as far away from his macho image as humanly possible as the timid and punctual Laxmi Narayan on the run with a reined-in enthusiasm. The cast is uniformly in sync with the director's vision, not allowing the shards of farce to be fr He enjoys the large open spaces that his crowded cast populates with parodic panache, pouncing on the preposterousness in the plot with famished energy. Nowhere does his framing or shots give away his cramped antecedents. Ashwini Dheer comes from the television sitcom culture. Eventually, the audience does get tired of watching three guys with the same name, Laxmi Narayan, getting mixed up in situations where spoken words give nothing, and yet everything away.īut our fatigue is slackened by the unslackened physical energy that the characters bring to the minutest of moments. It's a war of nerves between the writer and audience, as the one tries to outpace the other. Luckily, '123' gets its timing right most of the time. One of them makes bombs that never go off on time. Tiwari's sidekicks have their own subplots. Mukesh Tiwari displays an unusual penchant for parody (forget the unfunny 'Buddha Mar Gaya') adding an extra 's' to every English word, is like Rakhi Sawant gone wrong. Lingerie, or 'kachcha-banyan', as Paresh Rawal insists on calling them plays a big part in covering up the broadly exposed bases in this situational comedies, where the best moments are those that actors take over from the screenwriter and make their own. Esha Deol is cute and loud as the designer. Tusshar ends up at the doorstep of the wrong person - a loud Tamilian scrambled-brained lingerie designer. She sends him off on his first contract-killing mission in Pondicherry (where most of the knock-kneed, but never hackneyed action unfolds). All she wishes for her son is that he excels in his work, namely killing people. Watch out for the seasoned Marathi actress who plays Tusshar's mother. The thing about Ashwini Dheer's flaky but funny farce is that it has accomplished comic actors in the smallest of parts. He smiles and delivers his murderous missive, turns around, frowns and vanishes. This guy comes into the comedy quite early to serve Sameera Reddy, a car showroom owner, a notice. Film: 123 Cast: Suniel Shetty, Paresh Rawal, Tusshar Kapoor, Esha Deol, Sameera Reddy, Scipt & Direction: Ashwini Dheer Rating:**
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