akshay and john promote desi boyz at pvr oberoi mall..
Two men become male escorts but because they're good Indian boys they don't do sex. Every supposed female fantasy of men dressed as Dhoni and Yuvraj, firefighters, Tom Cruise from Top Gun and police officers is addressed in a series of songs which see Akshay Kumar and John Abraham jiggle their pelvis and shake their butts. These are Bollywood superstars? Watch them behaving like porn stars, flaunting their chests and their lack of acting talent in an assault on sense and sensibility.
The story goes like this-there's recession in England where Jerry aka Jignesh (Akshay), an odd jobs man, lives with his stockbroker friend, Nick (John Abraham) who has an MBA from the London School of Economics (if Saif Gaddafi can acquire a degree from there, why not him?) But there's one industry that's recession proof, or so we are told in this most awful film-male escorts for adulterous women, women on the verge of marriage, women who want to experiment. So what do our two hunks do? Obviously go around London, distributing love (but not sex) as part of extended social service. And who is their boss but Sanjay Dutt, who is easily twice their size.
Size by the way is the running theme of the movie. When Akshay and John join the Desi Boyz bureau, they are asked for their various sizes-size of bicep, chest and you know what. Deepika Padukone and Chitrangda Singh wear short skirts and play pea brained women who are interested only in the good things of life. But the greatest love affair in the movie is between Akshay and John-with Akshay even slapping John on the butt.
You get the drift? Avoid at all costs. And please thank the CBFC for giving this piece of nonsense-where even the venerable Anupam Kher has to be tickled suggestively by someone who charges 200 pounds an hour-an A rating. The perfect movie for our Sunny Leone times?
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