This movie is called Mehbooba, directed by Afzal Khan. You may or may not have heard of this film but by the looks of it, the filmmakers have spent crores and crores and crores mounting this silly Taj Mahal. The huge Rajasthani havelis, a little guided tour of New York City and Budapest, everyone's living room the size of a football field, you name it. For a second I thought the filmmakers had waited for this long to come up with their own set-up of Sanjay Leela Bhansali's 1999 movie Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam. But a little later I realised this film itself has been eight years in the making. And trust me, it's one nostalgia experience of old Bollywood. You see Kader Khan after long. The heroes here play the mandolin, when they're not sitting in their family piano. They drink Scotch straight from the bottle. The chandelier swings on top. There is the apsara dance, followed by a mujra number. And a song after a song. The sorts where if you look carefully you'll always see some white people invited to a party for some reason. The world-view on women is an obsession with looks and virginity. The girl-chasing guys are of course allowed their random fun. Hinterland India, I am told, has begun to miss such Bollywood movies. This is your over-budget Bhojpuri film then. The story concerns a love triangle. Except the heroes are brothers. One of them has even beaten up the heroine before. Beyond which, you wouldn't care.