Cast: Manoj Bajpayee, Anupam Kher, Kay Kay Menon, Annu Kapoor, Vijay Raaz, Aditi Sharma
Director: Sanjeev Sharma
It is perhaps in the wellness of things that Saat Uchakkey opens in a psychiatric ward caught in desaturated frames. The initial few sequences, no less perplexing than the rest of the film, are signposts to what lies ahead.
So don't take a stab at wrapping your head around this one. It'll just be hurt actuating.
A sincere psychologist is resolved to deal with the confusing mental state of one of the haven's most troublesome patients, a secret man in isolation around whom the staff individuals turn stunning urban legends.
A senior specialist prompts his genuine understudy not be excessively hopeful. We soon know why. The prisoner being referred to is a wild, wild fella called Bichchi (Annu Kapoor), whose sharp sermons are as harming as his desensitizing sting.
Notwithstanding when the activity moves out of the bounds of the insane asylum and into the haggard houses, shops and back streets of Old Delhi, the wackiness of the initial couple of scenes keeps on going through the veins of the film until the profits it yields are lessened to the point of being non-existent.
Saat Uchakkey is a comic trick turned out badly. It tries to mix fiendish mind, wild flights of favor and coarse authenticity. The result is well short of profitable.
That is somewhat dismal on the grounds that the ability on view, both now and again the screen, is definitely not lightweight.
In the clamorous paths of purani Delhi, a pack of little time hooligans are urgent to transcend their part. In any case, their get-rich-fast techniques are slovenly to the point that their demonstrations benefit no either to them or to the film.
Saat Uchakkey is musician and theater man Sanjeev Sharma's directorial make a big appearance. Defaced by a sketchy screenplay, this film will be anything other than the headstart that he may search for.
Saat Uchakkey avoids the real issue generally. It isn't clear until entirely late in the film what the blundering, down-at-heels characters are truly after.
The quibbling strays rave and tirade at each other. Cuss words fly thick and quick. Furthermore, the battered, drowsy story winds through an agonizing account labyrinth that eats up two hours and 19 minutes without conveying anything of enduring import.
Old manor houses a shrouded treasure mid-section accepted to be packed with gold. The ragtag group needs the goods no matter what.
In any case, such are the tangled techniques that they utilize that even a man putting on a show to be god's voice – yes, one of the characters does only that – can't safeguard them out of their wretchedness.
The criminal inner circle is driven by a somewhat detestable man named Pappi Jatwala (Manoj Bajpayee), who treats his woman cherish like a sack of spoiled potatoes and considers nothing turning to robbery to makes a decent living.
He cleans antique statues as a profession, looks for Lord Hanuman's benison when the chips are down, and purchases lottery tickets in the trust of raking in huge profits one day.
This account of insatiability and its pitfalls may have been an acceptable ethical quality play had the film's pace been more earnest and the characters been less covered in a cloudiness.
Pappi and two sidekicks unite with scruffy legal counselor Jaggi (Vijay Raaz), and his assistants to tackle looting the haveli claimed by a decrepit and insane old man (Anupam Kher).
Pappi's better half, Sona (a jaunty Aditi Sharma, one of the film's brighter spots), is dragged along on the repulsive mission.
The young lady is pushed around by both Pappi and Sub Inspector Tejpal (Kay Menon), who, as well, supports a longing to wed her. Be that as it may, she is far more brilliant than they might suspect and regularly plays the two blokes off against each other further bolstering her own good fortune.
The executive, likewise the film's co-essayist, comes up with a couple of splendid thoughts and a few flashes of motivated lunacy en route. Be that as it may, he can't make the most of them.
The group cast, notwithstanding being saddled with insane parts, saves no push to loan comedic energy to the muddled blend.
While they seem, by all accounts, to be living it up in the deal, the script offers them little help as they try to infuse humorousness into the procedures. At last, Saat Uchakkey is such a gigantic waste.
Saat Uchakkey isn't low on aspiration. It tries to mix the grungy eminence of a Brillante Mendoza film (without, obviously, the realistic savagery and feeling of unsettling fear) with the crazy angularities of a Moliere drama (without, obviously, the peculiar rationality).
Tragically, neither of the account strains gains its very own existence and makes any effect on what comes to pass.
Saat Uchakkey is excessively undercooked a soup to go for what it needs to be – a wacky, off-the-beaten-track performer.
It veers off the rails very rapidly and stays away forever anyplace near getting back on course. Stay off the beaten path.