Starring: Pravin Dabas, Dhruv Bali, Omi Vaidya, Pooja Batra

Written & Directed by: Vijit Sharma

Rating: * ½(one a half stars)

Nothing, absolutely nothing, in the psycho-babble that governs this tragic and cocky homage to Hithcock warrants our serious attention. The characters,played by a bunch of jobless NRI actors in the US and our own Parvin Dabas(who deserves better) look sufficiently solemn as they try to look like a part of great big murder plan,something on the lines of Dial ‘M’ for Murder. Except that the ‘M’ here stands for ‘moronic.’

The plot trying hard to be slick savvy and suspenseful comes apart at the very outset. Our hero Jay Varma(Parvin Dabas) who teaches psychology in the US, is a troubled man with a history of mental disorder including schizophrenia.Who would want to learn about the mind from someone who has lost the plot?

What the script, too clever for its own good,refuses to tell us is that Jay has probably watched Dial M For Murder more times than M FHussain had seen Hum…Aapke Hain Koun. Hence Jay feels the way to get rid of a scornful nagging wife(who sneers so hard we fear her lips may fall off her face) is not divorce but….mmmmm….murder.

He asks a eager student Ronnie (Dhruv Bali) to bump off the nagging wife.

Perfect Murder, anybody?Now Ronnie has his own game plan. So does the friendly shrink Dr Roy(Pooja Batra) who thinks she knows it all.In fact every acts wise. Only the makers of this film seem happy being caught as dumb.

Try this for criminal idiocy. Jay’s unconventional route to spousal nirvana is shared by our troubled hero with his pal Vikram(OmiVaidya, looking so rusty it’s like Chatur’s chamaatkaar has undergone a balaatkar). Anyone in Jai’s place would keep his big secret to himself. But Jay doesn’t mind sharing it with anyone who cares to listen.

Soon(but not soon enough) an Indian detective Shenoy(SnehaRamchander, apparently every other citizen in New Jersey is Indian) shows up at Jay’s doorstep.

“This looks like a case of a missing person,” she says when she finds the wife missing.

Brilliant minds at work here, I must say.

The plot thickens to a gelatinous mass of uneven ingredients culminating in a disproportionate dish of diminishing savouriness. The performances are uniformly hammy. The scrip tries to run so ahead of the audience that it finally collapses of exhaustion .

And the non-Indian cast has to be seen to be believed. Reason enough to give the American Dream a nightmare.