A movie about Hyderabad, is what I was told when I went for this movie. And what a movie it turned out to be. The story is about two NRIs (Not Really Indians) who come to Hyderabad to work for their friend’s company.
Their accents are terrible and I’m sure the call centre agents here have better accents. And, listening to them, you’d think that all people in the US said was, S*it, or Dude, in just about every sentence.
The humour is crass and juvenile, the movie is loud, and the plot is thinner than the tea served on trains. If I’d seen the director-writer (whatever his name was) after the movie, I might’ve punched him. The movie was supposed to showcase Hyderabad, but any person from Hyderabad would feel insulted watching the movie. I know I did.
If you’re into masochism, go watch The Angrez. You will feel the pain.