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Feature Film | 2018
When you watch award shows, you know the stars in the audience are cheering and clapping for something else. They use the footage from the IIFA show and include it on terrible green screens and edits to make a terrible copy of Mel Brooks hit film The Producers. This film fails to extract even half a guffaw, and proves that Karan Johar is better off behind the camera and not in the front of it.
Feb 23, 2018 By Manisha Lakhe

Don't get me wrong, I love Koffee With Karan, bad spelling and all. He's witty and clever and makes his guests talk. But in this film, he's intolerable. He's a parody of everything bad. And my sensibilities were hurt when he claims in the film that the red blazer he's wearing is '2017 December Prada'. The film is so terrible, you could google and confirm that Prada did not have anything remotely red in their fall-winter collection, unless it was a messenger bag. The K-Jo fan inside me died.

So they take the story from The Producers, and Lara Dutta wants to ruin the IIFA New York because she's denied a promotion. She runs a 'talent contest' and decides to choose the worst of the worst. We could give the film a glimmer of a star because they do not show us the different participants showing their talent. Small mercies. But the glimmer dies with the hamming from everyone. Boman Irani, Karan Johar, Sonakshi Sinha, Diljeet Dosanjh... everyone should be hung and salted for Bigas Luna's Jamon Jamon part two. Except that everyone who sat through this travesty should be allowed to watch shirtless Javier Bardem standing in front of these 'stars' hung by great big ham hooks.

Sonakshi Sinha overdoes the 'faint upon seeing Salman Khan' bit, but it's not awful to watch. It's awful that she has to be a Gujju girl and they have to add fafda and Modiji and Gujarat is best in everything she says. Ugh!

Sad to see Riteish Deshmukh be a part of this despite having made Ek Villain, Lai Bhari and Faster Fene. As Marathi mums will say, 'Why, Riteish, why?'

Diljit Dosanjh is perfect example of a girl crush shattering. He was brilliant in Udta Punjab and Phillauri. And now this? He's neither fully village bumpkin, nor is he a movie buff. He's butter chicken with butter gone rancid. What a let down the lure of 'big movies' can be!

The movie itself is terribly made. It uses footage from the IIFA awards, showing how stars arrive and are seated and are cheering for something that's happening on stage. It's so terribly inserted, even lay people in the audience can see clearly that it is not shot for the film. And if IIFA paid money to promote their brand, the audience will prove that content, not footage is king. Am sure Karan Johar's cell phone has smarter and more interesting video footage than this awful, awful film.

Manisha Lakhe