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  • Cast:
    Mimoh Chakraborty, Zulfi Syed, Aashish Vidyarthi,
  • Director:
    Raj N Sippy
  • Music:
    Anand Raj Anand/Bappa Lahri
Jimmy is that rare thing - a film so bad that it's good. True Bollywood connoisseurs have a list of these, which usually includes Sheetal's Honey and Manoj Kumar's Clerk . These are films that exist in a parallel universe. These are films that feel delirious, like the director was either smoking something strong or was suffering from some tropical malady. Basically these are films that become sources of pure, unintentional comedy. Jimmy is that and more. It's a blast from the past. Director Raj N. C. Sippy transports you straight to the 1980s, when he was making films like Satte Pe Satta and Shiva Ka Insaaf . So Jimmy, played by Mimoh Chakraborty, is a virtuous son who is an automobile engineer by day and a DJ by night. His loving mother follows him around with breakfast but he never has time to eat it because he is too busy trying to repay his dead father's loan. They don't have much money but the mother serves breakfast wearing pearls. Jimmy falls in love with the worst car driver in the world. She hits him three times and even breaks his leg but soon they are singing songs. Only she's a rich man's daughter and of course trouble ensues. This is the kind of movie in which villains laugh and glare. The soundtrack goes zu, zu, zu, zu. And the dialogue is comically bad. So after Jimmy finds out that he has a brain tumor, a man tells him: Zindagi bhaut hi mithi hoti hain lekin bhaut hi kadvi hoti hai kuch logon ke liye, jaise tumhari. But my favorite moment came when the girl's father told a nasty suitor that his daughter cannot marry him. He screamed " you are a rejected person." There is no craft to speak of here and the camerawork is perhaps the only thing worse than the acting. So the only question is: how does Mimoh fare? Well as the advertising promised us: he does have dance in his DNA. Mithun Chakraborty was once hailed as this nation's disco dancer and his son can burn up the dance floor. Unfortunately for him he wants to be an actor. For that, he's going to need everything from a script to a better voice to a stylist. Many hours after the film, I was still wondering what was going on with Mimoh's hair - at one point, it goes from straight to curly in one scene. And who selected his clothes? In a hospital scene, he is wearing a red T-shirt that says 'Let me show you my pony'! What separates Jimmy from the routinely bad movies that hit multiplexes every week is its total disconnect from Bollywood reality or any other reality known to mankind. I cannot recommend that you spend 200 rupees on it but do see it when it's out on DVD, preferably after you have imbibed some intoxicants yourself. I haven't laughed this much all month.
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