Ssukh Movie Review

Govinda's attempts to phoenix at the box-office through Ssukh should earn him a full stop at his movie career. Probably Govinda woke up to a nightmare of being sandwiched in a scam and decided to go back to his roots - movies - for a backup. Since he wouldn't be tried for crimes against humanity at least in the movie line, he thought he could cash on the audiences' dukh.

The movie's promos sketch this as a family entertainer, but we will let you in on the director's little secret: the target audience for this movie are couples who are desperate for a make-out. The director apparently did not hire a scriptwriter 'cos he was sure his audience would not want to leave the hall with the story sitting heavy on their shoulders.

The story revolves around two couples. Sharma (Govinda) and his wife Susheela (Preeti) have never been separated, not even for one night. Sharma mouths this unnecessary tit-bit every time he opens his mouth - which is every two minutes. Bhavana (Aarti) wants a divorce from her husband Rakesh (Chunkey Pandey) on the grounds of adultery. Apparently Rakesh is an ace photographer, and due to occupational hazards, just cannot keep his pants zipped. Bhavana, haggard through her husband's lies, takes off to childhood friend Susheela's house.

Now her moronic grandfather has just bequeathed Bhavana a wealth of Rs. 10 crores, but she can get the amount only if she is a happy marriage. Though Susheela tries spoon in some reason, Bhavana puts her pretty foot down that she will never kiss and make up with her husband. And she asks Sharma to pretend that he is her husband to get her paws on this cabbage.

Well, the pretending business is carried a little too far, leaving Susheela with a packet of tissues. Adding to the confusion in the movie and the irritation of the viewers, Rakesh arrives at the scene. After a series of husband-swapping antics, scenes at sarkari offices and some jingling with the viewer's nerves, the couples bury their hatchets and our brains.

The movie reeks of clichés and oddities. It is difficult to stomach the songs, and Govinda's tight pants and I-know-I-am-cute act. You can see how desperate he is for a hit. And oh puhleeese - I can see that thondh there, why can't he?

If you want to stick to the last shreds of sanity in you, stay away from this mountain of idiocy and stupidity.