Woodstock Villa is directed by Hansal Mehta and produced by Sanjay Gupta. That itself should give you a fair idea of what to expect.
The Gupta stamp is all over this one - like most of his other films, Woodstock Villa is also dark.
There are no good guys here, just characters who are various shades of grey.
There's an unfaithful husband, his deceitful lover and a young man who has moved to India from the United States because, he says, he likes things hot and spicy.
The men do their best imitation of gritty cool, the women are femme fatales - the heroine even declares: Stay away from me. I spell trouble.
Every frame is super-stylised. So, characters cannot even walk from a car into a house without high speed, bleach-outs and top-angle shots. There's loads of attitude but not much else.
Hansal earlier directed Dil Pe Mat Le Yaar, which had its share of flaws but at least it attempted to grasp an emotional reality.
Here he is merely re-treading familiar film noir ground. Woodstock Villa feels like a copy of a copy because Hansal is imitating Gupta whose own work is usually cogged from foreign dvds.
The film is too diluted and timid to shock or evoke a reaction other than exhaustion. The songs are punched in so randomly that at one point, I thought the wrong reel was playing.
The one thing interesting about Woodstock Villa is its leading man Sikander Kher. Sikander isn't a chocolate boy hero. He has a compelling screen presence and seems capable of carrying off more complex narratives.
Woodstock Villa tries too hard to underline his star potential - there is of course the requisite high speed entry, unnecessary songs and even a character who keeps insisting that "Hero hai sala, hero." Actually all Sikander needs is a script. And if you really need desi noir, rent Johnny Gaddar instead.