I read the glowing reviews, I was seduced by the three star ratings, so I took myself to a theatre to watch Race. I will also freely admit that a friend of mine told me that the movie was chock full of desirable men who dropped their shirts and that was a bonus. The movie starts off documentary style and continues in that vein for a long, long time. Just when you expect the narrator to touch upon the mating habits of penguins, the spell is broken and the dialogue begins. You fervently wish that it hadn't. Whoever is responsible for the inanities that pass as dialogue in this movie should be tied up and tortured with a small, black feather until they beg for mercy. I spent a lot of the movie thinking up innovative ways to punish the hack in question, it made the time pass by. There is a moment in the movie when Katrina says about Bipasha, 'I don't know how she is going through.' I kid you not, thats the sentence in all its glory. Bye bye English. And speaking of English, the propensity of the lyric writers to add a smattering of English words to every song is reprehensible. The plot itself is a Gordian knot, and the giddying twists and turns are enough to give you motion sickness. Heres the formula:
Take a handful of actors
Have everyone double cross or attempt to double cross everyone else at least once.
Bonus points to anyone who does it more than once.
Seriously though, one is grateful for the jalebi like story - it takes ones mind off the terrible dialogue and the fact that some of the actors in the cast completely forget to act.

And no, shirts weren't dropped nearly often enough to make it worth the cost of the ticket.