Bachelor Party review: Diganth and Yogi try in vain to salvage feeble and stale comedy

2/5

Story: Santhosh Manchale (Diganth) is a software professional, whose name and current life have absolutely no connection. He works hard, but misses out on a well-deserved promotion, because a female colleague used her charm and certain other areas of expertise to steal it. The home front isn’t great either, with a wife who is more concerned about her mom’s well being and a house help who treats him with disdain.

All that comes to pass when Santhosh lands in Bangkok along with childhood friend Maddy (Yogi), whose mere presence spells trouble, and PT master (Achyuth Kumar), after a night of drunken debauchery at a friend’s bachelor party, and stumbles upon some hard to digest news.

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Bachelor Party review: When the trailer of debutant director Abhijit Mahesh’s Bachelor Party came out, it drew comparison to the Hollywood hit, The Hangover. The team had protested, stating that the only similarity was the basic premise of a bachelor party, which is true. But having seen Bachelor Party, I must add that any comparison is an abject insult to The Hangover.

Bachelor Party’s subject is a non-starter to begin with. The flow of events is forced, like, for instance, how Santhosh and Maddy end up in Bangkok and all that happens thereafter. Which airline would allow three men who are drunk and out of their minds to fly? Let’s not even get into that. If the brightest point of the film is the Warning song, that should tell you that there is nothing much to look forward to in this film. Diganth and Yogi try their best to make this film work, as do the rest of the supporting cast, including Prakash Tumminad, Achyuth Kumar, etc., but the writing fails them miserably. 

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There are films that are so bad that you can still have a jolly good laugh at. Bachelor Party does not even manage that. My eyes hurt at the end of the show from all the rolling in response to the inanity on screen. It’s not often that I pray for a film to just end; last night I did that and even considered returning home at interval point. The only reason I stayed back was the cab surge pricing at that time.

Bachelor Party Verdict: When the jokes include a shot of a skirt-clad woman’s carpet-burnt knees, it makes you wonder just who the film is intended for. This level of adult jokes would have, perhaps, worked a decade or two ago and to have a young filmmaker peddle this as rollicking comedy in this day and age is a shame.