This movie is a multiple assault on ones sensibilities. It is a story that no one I know can relate to. And I know a lot of people. It is half-baked and strange, and seems to me to belong to the early 90s, where it wouldn't have seemed out of place among the many other bad stories that were hurled at an unsuspecting, and most definitely undeserving-of-such-abominations, audience.
The showreel reads Mahadev ka Sajjanpur, and might confuse those of you who read the title on the showreel into believing that you've paid to watch the wrong film. But after having seen the movie, you may find yourself reaching the conclusion that you may as well have watched some other movie.
It is a sad (and i mean sad as in horrible/bad/what-have-you) story of one educated man in a largely iliterate village who dreams of becoming a novelist but ends up writing letters for the villagers instead. The letters, more often than not, have no real connection with the original message intended by the sender. And for the sake of the filmmaker one hopes that that is what happened in the process of making this movie too.
The protagonaist is a selfish, lecherous sort of character who has none too good a reputation in the village, and takes umbrage at any insinuation regarding his unmarried satus. You will hear him say thinkg like "hum napunsak hain kya?", and around exactly that same point you may even find yourself going into a deep semi-coma. The shock of time-travel may take a heavy toll on your brain. I found myself wondering whether I could sue the filmmakers for mental trauma.
Anyway, the only strong and funny character in the film is portrayed by Divya Dutta who has about two minutes worth of airtime within this unnecessarily long saga. Shreyas Talpade acts okay, but that is hardly enough to save a bad film. As far as choice of movie goes Talpade scores Zero, especially after his repertoire of exceptional roles like Dor and Iqbal.
On a scale of one to five I'd give this film One. And that because I'm feeling generous.
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