Saheb Biwi Aur Gangster 3 Hindi Movie Review
The first film of the series was so good, it set a high bar of expectation. Jimmy Shergill plays Saheb, who has inherited an old royal title, the politics and dilapidated palace somewhere in Uttar Pradesh. His ambitious wife Madhavi (Mahie Gill) hates the loneliness and takes on a lover, her driver (Randeep Hooda). The driver is really the Gangster from the title. The conspiracy was so good, you did not give much credence to a little bit of the sleaze that the director indulged in the name of showing us an extra-marital affair. By the third edition, the sleaze has taken over, and the conspiracy is reduced to people openly saying, 'So when are you killing Saheb?'
The setting is Rajasthan and so story can borrow readymade myths kings and princesses and palaces and guns easily. The dialog is wholly predictable: 'Rajwade', 'Hamari shaan', 'Parampara' and so on (our family, pride, tradition). Not a thing new. Which is a shame.
So Madhavi (Mahie Gill) is now a seasoned political player facilitating bribes and jobs openly. Her chiffon sarees are as fake as her royalty. The sleaze though starts out to be interesting. She invites a supposed Polo player to 'guest bedroom' in the palace, and then forgets about him because she takes care of Saheb's other wife who is in a drunken state. The callow lad spends the night waiting for Madhavi to show up.
But you have watched the very obvious introduction to Sanjay Dutt (the gangster) with Russian roulette being played in his nightclub in London (named, House Of Lords) and he earns money (of course, there is no law, or information about who finances the 'game' or if the place is soundproof). And each time Sanjay Dutt wins at the 'game', there's a 'He's the Baba' theme song. And you know Tigmanshu Dhulia is making 'Sanju' the movie as it should have been made. Sanjay Dutt as a unpredictable gangster like character who loved women. But here, Sanjay Dutt is in love with Chitrangada Singh who plays a nautch girl with a golden heart who lives back home in Rajasthan and sings 'Lag Ja Gale' over Skype to Sanjay Dutt.
But when there is a nightclub in a Bollywood movie, there has to be a dance show with some purely forgettable lyrics and a bizarre dance. Don't worry, when the Biwi and Gangster meet there is a ghastly dance with lyrics about a 'parinda'. Biwi is in Europe because she cannot deal with Saheb being back home. And she latches on to Sanjay Dutt because he's royalty.
You laugh at why and how Sanjay Dutt is 'deported' from London. And you shudder at how obvious Mahie Gill is in showing her interest in Sanjay Dutt. You have already puked in your popcorn when she casually and without reason drops her saree pallu in the beginning of the movie.
Anyway, Sanjay Dutt turns out to be Kabir 'Sandokan' Bedi's son and brother to Deepak Tijori. If you did not know the cast, you'd wonder who all these characters are. Each one has aged terribly, and all of them, including Sanjay Dutt look bloated and drunk out of their wits in every scene. Sanjay Dutt wants a share of the ancestral property, they don't to give it. Jimmy Shergill wants power, but his wife won't give it. There are disgruntled characters like Zakir Hussain (plays the father to Soha Ali Khan, Saheb's comatose second wife Ranjana) who want to kill Saheb. Saheb's loyal bodyguard the excellent Deepraj Rana, is reduced to doing practically nothing. Why is the daughter there? What is her role? She has computer skills, but that track goes nowhere...
In this film, there are some really well-written conversations. Especially the ones between Jimmy Shergill and Sanjay Dutt. But with everything else being so obvious (You will get my ancestral property if you kill Saheb), the instant friendship they strike and the weird similarity of their situation is not explored at all. So when the game of Russian roulette is set up in public, and the murder of Sanjay Dutt's girlfriend is done in Dexter style, you end up laughing and groaning. This film had so much potential, but with Mahie Gill dropping her saree pallu all the time, you don't care for it at all.