I hoped that this would be an enjoyable movie, considering that the very funny Russell Peters was in it; unfortunately, it was LAME.
The jokes generally fell flat. Pot calling the kettle black? Really?! I am surprised that we never heard, "I know you are, but what am I?" Pot calling the kettle brown would have been funnier.
The plot had no periods of intensity ... certainly nothing that made me give a rat's ass about what happened and nothing worthy of being followed by "denouement".
When Raj is served the very hot dish at Patel's, and his love interest, Melissa, eats it, she is desperate for a glass of water. In that scene, Raj knocks over the glass then hands it to her. It was very obvious that there was no liquid in the glass before or after it was knocked over. Presumably the "knocking over" was an error. Was this such a low budget movie that they could not shoot another take to make it even look remotely real?!
How is it that Raj has a Canadian accent, but his younger brother has an Indian accent, even if only slight? Were they not both raised in the same household in Canada?
The appearance of Drake in the movie (apparently a friend of Russell Peters in really life) was oh-so-contrived. While it is possible that someone of his calibre would be hanging out at the same bar as these regular Joes, even if he were, we are expected to believe that he would sing for someone - someone he does not know - just because they asked him (and God knows how Raj got past his entourage to even ask him)?
The whole issue with turbans vs. helmets - presumably, a critical moment - was brought up so casually and then "solved" so casually it was laughable. And Raj was able to have ancient-style Sikh warrior helmets retrofitted to CSA standards - and thus be acceptable for play in the league - within a week (yes, the dialogue even mentioned that they only had a week)?! Really?! Come on!
Extremely disappointing. Perhaps, Mr. Peters, like Brent Butt proved with "Corner Gas", you should stick to stand-up ... you're much funnier there.
The jokes generally fell flat. Pot calling the kettle black? Really?! I am surprised that we never heard, "I know you are, but what am I?" Pot calling the kettle brown would have been funnier.
The plot had no periods of intensity ... certainly nothing that made me give a rat's ass about what happened and nothing worthy of being followed by "denouement".
When Raj is served the very hot dish at Patel's, and his love interest, Melissa, eats it, she is desperate for a glass of water. In that scene, Raj knocks over the glass then hands it to her. It was very obvious that there was no liquid in the glass before or after it was knocked over. Presumably the "knocking over" was an error. Was this such a low budget movie that they could not shoot another take to make it even look remotely real?!
How is it that Raj has a Canadian accent, but his younger brother has an Indian accent, even if only slight? Were they not both raised in the same household in Canada?
The appearance of Drake in the movie (apparently a friend of Russell Peters in really life) was oh-so-contrived. While it is possible that someone of his calibre would be hanging out at the same bar as these regular Joes, even if he were, we are expected to believe that he would sing for someone - someone he does not know - just because they asked him (and God knows how Raj got past his entourage to even ask him)?
The whole issue with turbans vs. helmets - presumably, a critical moment - was brought up so casually and then "solved" so casually it was laughable. And Raj was able to have ancient-style Sikh warrior helmets retrofitted to CSA standards - and thus be acceptable for play in the league - within a week (yes, the dialogue even mentioned that they only had a week)?! Really?! Come on!
Extremely disappointing. Perhaps, Mr. Peters, like Brent Butt proved with "Corner Gas", you should stick to stand-up ... you're much funnier there.