Hattrick: cool tricks on a sticky pitch

the irony is that Hattrick, the movie set up at the backdrop of a frantic cricket craze and clearly marketed with the aim to cash in the worldcup fever, came on my way when Bangladesh, the so called minnows, was royally screwing up the indian crorepati cricketers!

Mithun Luthria, one of the new breed of indian filmmakers, who tries to be different, delivered a stunner in Taxi No 9211. the expectations were so high that Hattrick despite being good couldnt really live up to it. but then it isn’t lame either; it succeeded in addressing a few issues that billions of indians are asking today – why are we so besotted with this game? the doctor, who works tirelessly for saving thousands; the scientists who help the country in launching a satellite, and so many like them who contribute silently and make the real impact; do we even thank them? but we make those IDIOTS earn crores who are not even worth the adulations they get…

and just when you yawn thinking what the f*** is going on, Hattrick picks up the pace and takes you through a channel of provoking thoughts with its slick presentation and well nursed humors. on the music front, Pritam’s numbers were excellent and would surely make you shake your butts so, leave the idiot-box and go watch; it really gives comfort at the time when the heart is burning from rage and the fists getting tightened to lash upon guru greg and his f***** chela Dravid & co.

Update: Such was the outrage from the viewers after the much hyped Team India crashed out of the WC, INOX in Pune, in a rare move, pulled off the movie in the middle of the week fearing backlash and damage in their premise. poor guys, who worked hard for the movie, my heart goes out to them for having suffered for no fault of theirs. it’s irony that the one despite making the right noise got buried under the increasing fury!

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