Mumbai 125 KM
Dir: Hemant Madhukar
Cast: Karanvir Bohra, Veena Malik, Vedita Pratap Singh, Vije Bhatia
Bollywood has steadily been feeding us with a unique genre of films — supposedly horror but supersilly to the point of hilarity films. Mumbai 125 KM perfectly fits into this category. The default setting is of five friends travelling to Mumbai through a jungle in the dead of the night to celebrate New Year’s eve. Boys are drunk, girls are in short clothes and there is plenty of smooching and cuddling thrown in.
Somewhere in the middle of this unwittingly hilarious journey, as the characters foolishly stop the car innumerable times, trying to help out random, strange ghosts coming out of the jungle, you stop caring if any of them is left dead or alive
There is blood and gore, the background music has some suitable eerie noises now and then and there is a woman in white sashaying around aimlessly. Oh, isn’t that enough to spook you? You still looking for a plot, eh? So among the five friends, three don’t really like each other because one’s current girlfriend is another’s ex now. The film opens with a tacky item song taking you through the back story of the five friends. And it also tells you what to expect for the rest of the movie.
Somewhere in the middle of this unwittingly hilarious journey, as the characters foolishly stop the car innumerable times, trying to help out random, strange ghosts coming out of the jungle, you stop caring if any of them is left dead or alive. They seemed too stupid to be left alive anyway.
Veena Malik comes as the icing on this already inedible cake. Can’t decide which is worse — Malik as the stone faced ghost that can fly, or the bikini clad, cleavage-baring frustrated woman who shrieks out insensitive gems like ‘you are a f***ing gay’ when she is alive and literally kicking. I will settle for the ghost version because she keeps her mouth shut in that one.
Through the movie, the friends keep asking each other, ‘What the hell is this?’ as they stumble upon something or the other on the road. Really. What the hell is this?