movie review : Raat gayi, baat gayi.

Cast: Rajat Kapoor, Dalip Tahil, Vinay Pathak, Anu Menon, Navneet Nishan, Neha Dhupia, Iravati Harshe



Director: Saurabh Shukla


This movie had all the right actors and a good script but somehow dint click.





I'll tell u about the scene where i almost clapped --With her husband sitting beside, the wife quickly turns up to a waiter at a coffee shop, holds his hand, smiles and bluntly passes him on her phone number. She looks at the husband then, and asks, “Now do you know how it feels to be hurt?”

There’s a touch of universal truth in that moment. It sort of explains why women should feel more betrayed when cheated on. They can quite often get whoever they want. Whether married, single, old or ugly, the fairer sex is rarely short of attention. They’re still seldom bowled over by flattery by male hunters."Some" Men slip as easily as one could imagine.





I dint quite connect with the scene wherein at the coffee shop itself when Anu gets up and goes Vinay sings "jaane kyu log pyaar karte hai" and something happens to her, she comes and hugs him. I wonder, what emotion arose within her.




That gentleman (Vinay Pathak) at the cafe, an unexplained moron in his manners, is kicked out of his house, caught chatting up a soft-porn stranger, Jennifer on the Internet. His best friend Kapoor (Rajat Kapoor) has a bigger issue to deal with. A married Kapoor has absolutely no memory of an eventful night(previous night) beyond a point. He can’t recall whether he did (or did not) bed this unknown, mysterious girl (Neha Dhupia), who’d apparently walked in blank-faced, in a backless dress, and who’d found Mr Kapoor’s first name Rahul, “interesting”. Drifting away a lil, Neha, you
looked hot as hell, sister! Iravati Harshe still looks gorgeous. Navneet Nishan plays her role superbly.





The movie revolves around Rajat calling around, moving back & forth on the memory of the party, going from one apartment to another with a backdrop of a Pakistani soft-music.





The party looks fake. The film makers couldn't show the Question in the form of a point that has troubled women all over for centuries together -- Why are all men the same?, efficiently.




This flick neither touches nor tickles enough.






P.S. get us Hangover, any day.