Radio: Love on Air, written and directed by Ishaan Trivedi, is the year's most wannabe film. It wants, above all else, to be cool, hip, current. So the characters have cool jobs - two are radio jockeys and one is a choreographer.
The romance is played out in cool places like malls and cafes and Facebook.
The songs talk about fultoo attitude. The film, perhaps inspired from Quentin Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds, is divided into chapters and the dialogue is relentlessly urban: the lovers mouth lines like: Shanaya was cool, who mujhe space deti hai or woh mera denial mode tha or I wanted to come to you without any baggage .
But despite all this effort, Radio remains decidedly wannabe because at its center is the king of uncool: Himesh Reshammiya.
Himesh plays Vivan, a successful RJ who runs a show on relationships and is known as Dr Love..
The trouble is that Dr Love can't keep his own relationships afloat.
His ex-wife who dumped him is now rethinking her decision.
There's also an RJ who loves him but wants him to be happy and is therefore trying to get him back with his ex, whom she thinks he loves.
It is, as Vivan declares grimly, complicated. The film follows Vivan as he unravels the strings of his heart, gets out of his denial mode and figures out who he actually loves.
Vivan and his women, Shanaya played by Shenaz Treasurywala and Pooja played by Sonal Sehgal, constitute cinema's most banal m?nage a trios.
They hang together, shop together, make a music video and break a lot of crockery because someone says it's a good omen. But what makes this incredibly moronic movie fun is, that like Karma aur Holi and Jimmy, its so bad that it's good.
I admire Himesh's gumption and confidence. The erstwhile television producer has reinvented himself yet again.
The caps have been replaced by a head full of hair. He has a new stylist, a slimmer body and a new voice but he still can't act.
So when he squeezes his eyes and says lines like: A relationship needs closure even after it's ended, it's pure, side-splitting comedy, unintentional of course.
The film is a bad acting Olympics with Shenaz and Sonal, giving Himesh stiff competition.
And if that's not enough, there's Rajesh Khattar, playing the boss at the radio station.
For reasons that remain unexplained, he's in a wheel-chair, wearing a bewildering wig and a Stetsun.
He keeps harping on the Rs 8 crore that Vivan's show is bringing in and every time the show hits a new peak, he leaps up in the wheel-chair.
And did I mention the songs: music is Himesh's core strength. Man Ka Radio, like his previous hit songs, sneaks into your bloodstream and even if you don't like it, you find yourself humming it.
But in the film, the soundtrack is killed by overplay. In the first 10 minutes, Man ka radio plays over and over and over until you want to scream.
Radio is deliriously awful. Words cannot convey the experience. You have to check it out yourself.
I can't recommend that you spend Rs 200 but when the DVD comes out, be sure to rent and enjoy Radio with suitable intoxication and a few good friends.
ONE AND A HALF STAR