Sonia Chang (Ishaa Koppikar) lives at the titular address. When a man-ho named Rocky (Upen Patel, who bears a disturbing resemblance to Dermot Mulroney on a desi day) comes to call on her, he inqures about someone named Vicky who according to the servants had an accident. Apparently Sonia's been so worried about Vicky that she has to take sedatives to sleep. There's a phone call, and then a dance number that's really kind of awkward, though Upen busts some decent moves, and then a weird reverse-exposure fast-forward wherein someone gets smothered and dragged, followed by a flashback where we see the origins of the phone call.
Priya (Kareena Kapoor) and Raj (Malhotra? Really?) (Shahid, of course) found Vicky, who ends up being the means to their introduction. He's a baby boy, about 18 months old and inexplicably wandering the streets unattended, taking candy from strangers and performing other acts that his mother didn't think to warn him against. The two see an ad for Vicky's safe return, and, instead of contacting the police, contact the mother and then promise to return him. For some unbeknownst reason Sonia agrees to this stupid plan of action. And then goes out to dance with Rocky at the casino she owns.
Aaaand, there. Right there is my main problem with the movie. Even if I've learned to accept that events in Hindi movies don't necessarily follow a linear plan and that their narratives are more like trees than arrows, the emotions are usually spot-on. It is literally impossible for me to even pretend that a mother who's sick with worry about her baby son who's disappeared will go out and party. It jarred me right out of the film; I kept expecting to find out that Vicky wasn't her real child or that she knew right where he was the whole time, or... I don't know, something that made some sort of sense.
The stuff that worked: well, the cast was good. Kareena and Shahid demonstrate some faint precursors of the chemistry that lit up Jab We Met, and Shahid does more acting than hamming, even in the broadest comedy parts. Akshaye Khanna plays a police inspector who's constantly trying - and failing - to light up his cigarette while unraveling a host of contradictory stories from suspects of the eventual crime. Johnny Lever was actually not too annoying as a luckless gambler who pairs up with Paresh Rawal to lose their funds together, alienating their respective spouses. And the "24/7" picturization was kind of cute, in a crack-smoking sort of way (although I didn't like most of the other songs). And I liked the noirish angles and lighting, those were fun.
The "Aashiqui Meri" remix, on the other hand, was everything that "Dard-e-Disco" pokes fun at:
Ugh. Thank God that's over, though Akshaye looks cute as always and Shahid's dancing is fun.
Oh, right, final judgement on the movie: don't waste your time unless you're a die-hard Shahid fan like myself. I'm not sorry I watched it but it's not worth a second viewing. In fact, I'll just have to force myself to watch the Kaminey trailer again to wash the bad taste out of my mouth. What a hardship. Here, you can bear my burden with me:
June can't come soon enough for me!