Baabul: Who wants to cry! - Baabul: Who wants to cry! It’s a disappointment from the BR Chopra camp, which raised the benchmark with its last release, Baghwan. Baabul just doesn’t compare and even Amitabh and Hema Malini seem to have played it by rote. This cry movie is a bore. ARE YOU PREPARED to watch a movie where you have to keep a tissue bin on your side than popcorns or coke? Then Baabul is right kind of stuff for you. Boy it gets so tearjerker! It’s a film where a simple message is cocooned in layer after layer and then peeled with onion tears. Let me tell you first the story. But what is the story? Man falls in love with a lady, dies and leaves the day for other man to show widow marriages are possible. Why only dowager? And what “message” — about which the BR Chopra camp raved so much — are you giving when the dowager marries to man who has always been in love with her! Why not to put her in some other unkind background and with a man who is neither his lover nor admirer, but willing to marry a widow. But Bollywood can’t handle that stuff. If you are not bored then you have Amitabh’s songs to torture you further. Come on, someone tell Big B, your wheezing songs are creating noise pollution. The music score isn’t as supportive as it should have been. It’s not an exceptional story and the protracted screenplay makes it more mundane. It takes aeons to move from one scene to another. And why in the world the decision to marry again is left not to the widow? Why can’t Bollywood show that a woman can marry for the sake of marrying? Who is his father-in-law to maneuver and take such decisions on her behalf? Is this the BR Chopra camp’s naya daur film? Baabul gets whiny and then tedious and then falls flat on your face! All the glycerin tears never make us to forget that this is a movie; Amitabh will solve everything —everything in the end. Ravi Chopra has tried hard to create a delicately drawn world of acerbic emotions. But where Baghban succeeded Baabul can’t. Amitabh Bachchan is parody of himself. We have seen him in Virudh, Baghban and gosh in how many other insipid movies. Now spare us Big B and take a long leave. Salman Khan acts and shows once again why he is so underrated in the film industry. Rani is no Meena Kumari. She is listless. Hema Malani is just to stand there in the frame with Bachshan. Om Puri wasted as ever. John Abraham ahh! .... He can’t be given such emotional roles. But the chemistry of Amitabh and Salman is joyful. As an audience leave something for us to decide. We don’t need long lectures and preachings of Amitabh. We have seen it endlessly. Why to have waste wades of money on a movie which is rancid and zilch in entertaining and widow marriage — why can’t it be shown what kind of music widow faces after remarrying rather than taking remarriage to be it and be end? At the end, one is forced to say Baabul — what a Maha-bul! Baabul: A big letdown