It is difficult to write enough bad things about this inane film. You wish it were one of those gems from the so-bad-it-is-good variety of films. But there's no respite for viewers in this utterly foolish snoozefest. Club Dancer is plain bad. It is one of those garish B-grade films without a story that features drama school rejects as actors. Outlandish set up, loud dressing and terrible acting, there is not one element that is right about it.
A criminal lands up at the doorstep of a club dancer who demands marriage in return for providing shelter. The screenplay is scattered, the story is contrived and the dialogues are laughable. Almost everyone associated with this movie need an acting course on their resume.
Besides a string of novices being passed on as actors, there is Shakti Kapoor, looking visibly embarrassed about being in the film. Like the rule book suggests, seniors get in their effortlessness in every frame. He does too, with a little help from Zarina Wahab, but this is the kind of film, even the greatest acting legend would have trouble salvaging.
It does try to humour us with its unintelligent and unintentional comedy, but that too loses steam in a while. What you are left with is the arid narrative that is devoid of anything which remotely makes sense. Newbie Nisha Mavani who dons the titular role puts up a dismal show. Lead man Rajbir Singh is busy romancing his bulging biceps. He takes narcissism to another level and the makers got that quite early on in the film. That is the only logic why he spends more time romancing his muscles than the heroine. Aryan Vaid, once a popular television face, plays a cop in the film and looks rather grim about being in it. (Understandably!)Infomercials are better produced than this wreck of a movie. Our word of caution : Avoid!
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