Saheb Biwi Aur Gangster 3

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Everything thar was a major part of 1 & 2 was not present in the third installment of the series. Plot was loose, acting was ok, no high or low points in the movie and lots of Unnessary scenes.

Saheb, Biwi Aur Gangster 3. The title has a resonance thanks to the impact that the film's two predecessors had made. Frittering it away on a flimsy Russian roulette-style effort isn't a good idea. So when the team decides to come up with another follow-up - the final moments of this film suggest that the fourth may not be far away - it will have to go all guns blazing. Or not at all.

I missed the poignancy of a lost era, with its lost people, clinging desperately to their fading power, that Dhulia managed to create in the first two films. You can see it in Shergill's ramrod straight figure, and his awareness of the times gone by. You can see it in Gill's playing of the woman scorned, who is both drawn to and repelled by her Saheb: there's lushness in both her figure and feelings, a shared history of rancid love and hate.

The royals of Saheb Biwi Aur Gangster 3 patronise obscure traditions and look more ancient than a '70s film. It offers nothing other than a niggling ache. It's certainly a question mark on Tigmanshu's otherwise satisfactory filmography.

I was expecting SBG3 to be a complete turd, and only went because a friend insisted on us seeing it. There are occasionally interesting moments, mainly because of the returning actors - Jimmy Shergill and Mahie Gill - who are comfortable in their roles even if by now the characters have become cardboard conspirators instead of the more nuanced personas of the first film. These are mixed with heaped helpings of non-sequitur and unintentional hilarity. Sanjay Dutt looks like age, plus a lifetime of booze and hedonistic living have addled his brain to the point he has a perennial slur (or perhaps he was drunk throughout the shoot). Chitrangada Singh is seen as a second-fiddle nautch girl character whose accent suggests she studied her mujra craft at Cambridge, or perhaps Yale. Other characters come and go with less-than-basic regard to continuity and coherence, like no one thought to do a second draft on the script or perhaps even wrote it up as they shot on set.

Apart from the leads, the film's casting seems to have been decided based on a "Kahan gaye woh log?" Bollywood trivia quiz so you have appearances from Kabir Bedi, Nafisa Ali and Deepak-fricking-Tijori.

Never expected Tigmanshu Dhulia to make such a disastrous movie. Story was extremely rubbish. I am sure, Jimmy had some contractual obligations to do such a rubbish movie otherwise you don't get to see Jimmy in such bad movies.