Thoda think, please..

Vikas and Namitha want me to learn Hindi. Why the choice of Bollywood where there's more Hinglish than anything else beats me. I tagged along for fun!

Thoda Pyar Thoda Magic seemed like a teenage meal - too many rights make a wrong. I began to see allusions from the start. It was a terrible imitation of Mary Poppins. The magical nanny who befriends all and helps them see the light, the little kids who want to do things their way and the uptight father figure who needs breaking in.

There was a Morgan Freeman'esque' God replete with the white suit and common man persona. And the birthday party just had to be a trip to the museum where things come to life a la Night At The Museum. Oh, were they thinking of The Fast and The Furious series with the speeding taxi and the scene where the parents die?

The same 'gyan' about forgiveness and loving is spewed in high flung Hindi; probably the only scenes where Hindi is spoken fluently. The song they keep playing in the cafetaria (naturally the one with the least clothes on) sticks out like a sore thumb. Little animated figures keep popping up everywhere - from poop dropping gulls to ninja spiders and trigger happy lobsters. It jerks you out of your slumber to wonder whether you sleep-walked into Screen 3 instead.

The movie is not worth a visit to the theatre and if you really want to find out, rent it out. That way you can crib as much as you like, take your smokes as soon as the craving arises, and watch it in 10 minute bits. Fast forward the songs and keep another movie at hand. Be bored.