Cocktail (2012)

He is a womanizer who likes peeking up women’s skirts and would sleep with anything feminine that moves. She’s a homely comely and lonely Indian bride looking for her now-English Indian husband in London. Yet another she is a party animal who parties more, works less and chooses a man for dinner each night if he is able to grab her rear properly on the dance floor. As these 3 ‘characters’ gyrate, prostrate and copulate in front of you endlessly, the remnants of your brain that can be peeled off the floor can be the ingredients for a perfect Cock (‘n Bull)Tale.

The story surprisingly is good on paper but is translated in the most abysmal way on screen. As a womanizer and a man-eater move in together in her London apartment, he can’t help get attracted to her best friend, a married woman who is homeless when her husband refuses to accept her after marrying her in India. With the triangle formed by interval, the rest of the movie revolves around blending your brain into milk shake with lewd dialogues (Why don’t you take me to pee. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before), insipid acting and a corny excuse of a screenplay. The cast of ‘characters’ is rounded off by a semi-gay uncle of the womanizer and a menopausal mom. Ask no more.

Homi Adjania has come a long way to the absolute Abyss after a well-received Being Cyrus. One can’t associate the writing work of Imtiaz Ali with such trash on screen. The dialogues are what let the film down the most. They make ‘Golmaal’ and ‘Wanted’ sound like Ben-Hur and Moses. A couple of laughs here, a couple of thoughtful moments there is all that the movie can inspire. Oh yes, you can of course choose to laugh ‘at’ the movie.

Saif Ali Khan is at his absolute worst. His comic timing, intensity and dramatic capabilities are completely absent. He ends up making faces at the camera and showing us his waxed legs and chest instead of spunk. The character is written to inspire disgust and hate no doubt, but it does so not for the right reasons, but because you hate the way it is played. Diana Penty does a good job of playing the weepy Indian bride, but the best performance of the 3 is that of Deepika Padukone, who shows some intensity in playing the party animal with a wounded heart.

Avoid Cocktail like the plague.


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