If you thought Bheja Fry was excellent, wait till you watch Mithya (The Imposter Who Wasn't). This time around, Rajat Kapoor wields the director's baton in a satire set in the Mumbai underworld.
Funny man Ranvir Shorey plays an aspiring actor who has an uncanny resemblance to a don. This gives rival gangster Naseeruddin Shah a brainwave. Kill the original and replace him with the reluctant imposter.
Shorey is forced to accept the role of a lifetime - no Oscar for him though. His lone friend in the world is Naseer's moll Neha Dhupia. Things go wrong when the imposter loses his memory in an accident and starts believing he actually is a don. How will he get out of this mess?
Reminds you of Don, doesn't it? Well, the story line may not be original, but Kapoor's treatment leaves viewers rolling in the aisles. If you always thought of Shorey as that VJ dude, he's going to surprise you in this film. The guy can really act the part of an endearing loser.
Shorey can't hog all the credit though. Kapoor and Saurabh Shukla's gripping screenplay does the trick, ably supported by superb performances by Naseer, Vinay Pathak and Ikhlaque Khan.
Neha Dhupia can't act though but who cares? She fits well into her role as a flop actress and gangster Naseer's companion.
Rajat Kapoor reveals that the script of Mithya had been lying with him for 9 years with no producer willing to take the risk. Were it not for multiplex culture, films like Bheja Fry and Mithya would never have been made, he says.
The good news is that Kapoor's tribute to Hollywood gangster films generated some good vibes at last month's Osian's-Cinefan film festival and this bodes well for its September 2007 release.
Verdict: **** A worthy successor to the Bheja Fry genre of films
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