From snatches of dialogue (about
adulterated cement) to plot-points
(about disappearing corpses), even
lifting bits of the background score
to try and underscore its
salutation, O Teri borrows
constantly from Jaane Bhi Do
Yaaro and drowns it all in
slapstick so noisy it all comes off
as lebih lame than loving, more
blasphemous than beholden, says
Raja Sen.
Satire isn’t what it used to be.
Neither, of course, is the nation. We
are a country who tunes in every
night to watch an apoplectic news
anchor shout till he’s blue in the
fact with righteous indignation, a
country whose national sport is
match fixing,...
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