Picture this. The beaches of Fiji. Five women in their itsy-bitsies, flashing plenty of ti**sy. A hotshot fashion photographer. And a coveted Super Model title up for grabs. One would think this is the ideal setting for a story sunwashed in sex and sin, with slow-mo shots of Baywatch babes lapping the lenses. Alas, it’s not!
The otherwise fabulous Fiji looks anything but that. The fashion-photog is a bare-bodied bronze beach-boy who captures no part of your attention. The wannabe models in terrible two-pieces and blurred cleavages are pancaked and passionless. So, while the director went sunbathing, this is what happened on the runway.
Dev Walia (Chayya) assigns top fashion photographer Monty (Ashmit) to find a super model for his next calendar shoot. He selects a bunch of desperate damsels for a photo-shoot in Fiji (Viola! We soon realize it’s a competition!). One of them is Rupali (Veena), fondly called Roops (should be Oops, really!). She bats her fake lashes and Monty quickly falls for her, while the rest of the Rosys, Monas, Bobbys are clueless in their cat fights; getting cozy on chandni nights.
There’s an angle of whodunit (well, the whole point of the film is a mystery) and a brave attempt at humour with two characters called Taka Tak (WTF!). And of course, Jaggu dada ( Jackie Shroff) in a cameo, who starts narrating the story, but abandons it halfway (sightseeing, perhaps?).
The film reminds you of a popular voyeuristic television show, albeit a downgraded version. With trashy production values (There’s a shot where a mike strapped to a model’s back is visible. OMG!), a futile story, cheesy dialogues (Sample this shocker: ‘Jai Bollywood kar do mera bhi luck good!’) and catastrophic performances this one trips off the ramp long before the show starts.
A bunch of bikini clad babes aspire to be super models and they’re ready to fight it out to win the title.
The Times of India