Oye sadda Lucky!

Oye Lucky, Lucky Oye! (2008)

Now thats what I call a title. Why can't we have more movies in which the title doesn't make any sense? (like Phoonk) This movie is a steal, literally. The story of a real life sweet talker Lucky Singh who stole from the rich, mixed with the affluent society and was sincerly truthful in his work. Now where would you find a theif like that? In Delhi.

The story begins in Lucky's adolescent days when he starts liking a girl, but doesn't have a scooter to take her for a ride. Everything begins from there and soon Lucky becomes one of the biggest con artists of the country. He doesn't kill or loot the poor. All he likes is Mercedes, TVs and women. He is a favourite amongst people for his honesty and amongst women for his charm. Abhay Deol fits the bill for the role and does it with ease and grace (as all his past films - Manorama, Ek chaalis ki last local and Socha naa tha)

The music rocks. The movie, on the other hand, starts out as very hilarious but looses grip as it progresses.

There has come a time in Bollywood when being rural north Indian is suddenly cool. After movies like Rang de basanti, Omkara, Tashan, Singh is King, Jab we met, Bunty aur Babli the face of the new Indian hero is an illiterate, punjabi accented, jugaad karnewala, high on fashion banda. (Read Aashu from Roadies or Raja Chowdary from Big Boss) Not that I'm complaining, or that I have something against north Indians guys. (ahem!) Its just that Im liking it too much to believe that I can actually like it.

Rate - 2/5