Prince Movie Reviews

Hollywood has come up with so many movies on memory loss, while Bollywood too has had its share of films which depicted the protagonist losing his memory, GHAJINI being the most recent example. But what if someone robs your memory? Quite an interesting thought, isn't it? One of the advantages of having a GenNext director is, he's ready to take risks, ready to tread the untrodden path, ready to go where no one has been before.

Prince is a mindless mishmash of various superhero and caper films mixed with a Don like amnesia track and Bond inspired action sequences, all served up Bollywood style. The film is packed with bikini clad babes, bikes and bad guys on choppers, with everyone wearing expensive designer clothes and shades. The production design is expensive, the camerawork sharp, while the action sequences are elaborate. Naturally, there was no budget for a writer

He's a cross between Jason Bourne and Spiderman. Prince (Oberoi) is a one-man wonder who commits the biggest robbery of his life only to wake up and realise his memory has been erased. Not knowing who he is, or what he's done, Prince has to rely on random people who show up claiming to be his buddies. However, trust isn't an asset, as he finds not one but three different girls claiming to be his girlfriend, Maya.

Music video director Kookie Gulati’s feature film debut is designed in the video game mode where, at level one, the lead player robs diamonds by kilos but the story lacks weight. At level two, Gulati chooses to be in his comfort zone and establishes the player’s heist handiness through a music video montage in opening credits. At level three, Prince (Vivek Oberoi) wakes up wondering who he is, unable to remember anything. At level four he has to decode the real Maya

Prince is the funniest Bollywood movie I've seen this year. I laughed so hard that my sides hurt. Only I don't think that's the reaction debutant director Kookie V Gulati was aiming for. Prince, which apparently cost Rs 50-odd crore to make, is an attempt at a super-slick action thriller. So our hero, Prince played by Vivek Oberoi, is the world's smartest thief just like Hrithik Roshan in Dhoom 2 but only with much, much lesser charm

If a fledgling Great Britain with its poodle status in global affairs can have a super-stylish, self-serious Bond, a massively scaled MI 6 that can change or blow up the world, no one need snigger that India has a daddy-agency called IGRIP (Indian Government Research whatever). Its swanky headquarters is in Dublin, with sci-fi gadgetry, smart suits for sleuths, too cool for school. This think-tank even lords over the CBI. They’re in South Africa

Oh mere khuda... fry hua bheja... Vivek Oberoi ko amnesia hua...Oh mere khuda... yeh kaisa sazaa... ek nahin teen Maya memsaab mila...Oh mere khuda... 38 crore kharch hua... 150 minutes zindagi ka loss hua...Wakao! It’s showtime! Welcome His Royal Lowness (HRL) Vivek Oberoi. (Fade in: Prince! Prince! Prince! in chorus.) Not on his own. Vivek Oberoi without his memory. That would be like a baby in a topless bar, one that even Sidhu cannot handle.

Bollywood has had a Shahenshah, then later a Baadshah. We haven't had a Maharaja for the simple reason that most people would believe it's a corporate documentary for Air India. And now this week's latest offering Prince starring Vivek Oberoi. There is always a blueprint to such films. The entire film revolves around the lead actor and all the other characters exist simply as props on whom the hero merely hangs his coat

The only thing a film like this is not allowed to do is to bore you. `Prince’ does it in spades, because it comes off as a retrofitted Hollywood actioner in Hindi : remember the Bond movies of yore? At one point, the chief baddie thunders : “ mujhe who zinda chahiye”. It has a high-tech thief decked out in tight leather, three females in very few clothes, an army of guys with guns, the bad guys in black trench coats, the cops always arriving last.

What’s Good: The music, the song picturisations, the breathtaking (although unreal) action. What’s Bad: The un...