When I wrote a tribute to Dharmendra, I basically updated a post I’d planned for his birthday. I decided I needed to do more – review a film, but because I haven’t watched many of his films recently (other than Ikkis and Aaye Din Bahaar Ke, which Dustedoff reviewed here), I fell back on a film that I’d watched with Shalini, more than six years ago. The choice of this film was also due to Madhu’s comment (on my tribute post) about the condescension towards masala flicks. After all, who can symbolise ‘masala’ more than Manmohan Desai? Besides, I love these faux raja-rani stories; they satisfy my love for camp.
As we began, Shalini quipped that she fully intended to ignore Jeetendra and ‘focus on Dharam and Zeenie Baby’. I fully agreed – poor Jeetu didn’t stand a chance.












