I cannot believe the few good notices this film has received. It is by far one of the worst things I've seen in a while, and I sat through Trick!
Nisha Ganatra has fashioned a film so utterly devoid of any charm, personality or warmth that it is impossible to feel anything for the plight of her characters. Not only that, but their sheer unpleasantness and bloated sense of entitlement makes you hope things turn out much worse.
Madhur Jaffrey embarrassess herself by putting on what can only be described as The Bollywood epitome of an Amos & Andy character. And in the middle of all this mess is a maternity waiting room scene so ridiculous and inexplicable, it defies explanation.
Through it all, Ganatra sleep-walks through the film playing the lead character, Reena, as though she'd taken a handful of dolls during pre-production and they never quite wore off. In one badly photographed scene, she stands like a deer caught in the headlights until she finally "snaps out of it" and moves on to the next shot.
It's a mystery why gay and lesbian audiences will accept drivel like this and act as though they'd been given a supreme gift.
Ganatra needs to pick one thing (writing, directing or acting) and do it badly. All three is just too painful to have to sit through.
Skip the vanity New York City release. It's already played on cable, anyway.
Nisha Ganatra has fashioned a film so utterly devoid of any charm, personality or warmth that it is impossible to feel anything for the plight of her characters. Not only that, but their sheer unpleasantness and bloated sense of entitlement makes you hope things turn out much worse.
Madhur Jaffrey embarrassess herself by putting on what can only be described as The Bollywood epitome of an Amos & Andy character. And in the middle of all this mess is a maternity waiting room scene so ridiculous and inexplicable, it defies explanation.
Through it all, Ganatra sleep-walks through the film playing the lead character, Reena, as though she'd taken a handful of dolls during pre-production and they never quite wore off. In one badly photographed scene, she stands like a deer caught in the headlights until she finally "snaps out of it" and moves on to the next shot.
It's a mystery why gay and lesbian audiences will accept drivel like this and act as though they'd been given a supreme gift.
Ganatra needs to pick one thing (writing, directing or acting) and do it badly. All three is just too painful to have to sit through.
Skip the vanity New York City release. It's already played on cable, anyway.