A typically old fashioned village love triangle masala with intrigues, misunderstanding, sacrifice and the usual.

Set in rural Punjab, life is blissful for two inseperable young girlfriends - Lajo Rani (Reema) and Noorie (Saima). Lajo, the more glam of the two is the sister of the Village Chaudhry - a fact underlined by his naff headgear to which he is very emotionally attached, almost like Linus and his security blanket, only more obsessive. The other telltale sign of his Chaudriness is his tell-tale styling of moustache.

He is an all powerful and mighty Chaudhry as proper Chaudry's ought to be and is loved and respected within the community as he is a kind and fair man. He adores his spunky, mischievous sister Lajo even though she hangs out with a friend who is a mere commoner with no Chaudhry connections.

One fine day the two girls come across just arrived city hunk Murad (Rana) who makes a massive impression on both girls with his smouldering good looks. Both girls are totally smitten and burst into ten minute songs in their nightly dreams where they change outfits at least six times amidst gallons and gallons of dry ice billowing about.

Reema looks ravishing in most of the outlandish outfits despite their gaudiness. The other girl, Saima isn't half as saucy but certainly knows how to pluck her eyebrows. She has taken the garden shears to them and emerged looking like a Junior version of Madam Bahar - without the flaring nostrils though. Both girls fancy Murad like crazy and often go to bed carrying his picture for fantasizing sessions!

Much to our disappointment, Rana shuns the siren for plucked eyebrows finding happiness in her arms in the local cropfield. Both girls fall madly in love with Rana but neither lets on until a highly dramatic sprinting scene where a collisions results in all sorts of beans being spilled and Lajo's dreams are momentarily shattered.

There follows lots of overhearing and misunderstanding and then poor girl Noorie sacrifices her love for Rana. She is disgraced when our Chaudhry rules against her at a Kangaroo court trial and she is remanded on a suspended sentence of days and days of grinding mounds of flour as a punishment for her errant ways. (she was spotted frolicking in the fields with Rana).

Meanwhile we are shown how callous the wealthy are and how earnest and golden hearted the poor folk invariably are. There are numerous scenes designed for maximum emotional impact and tear induction. What remains to be seen is how the tangled web of intrigue and misunderstanding will be untangled - as it is destined to be. One of the intriguing aspects of the film is the fabulous architectural specimen that has been used as the Chaudhry's magnificent residence - resplendent with Kaleidescope colours cascading out from every corner and direction lest you forget for one moment just how wealthy our Chaudhry is. The kitsch art deco look he has designed with his funky furniture and accessories are straight out of Stanley Kubrik's Clockwork Orange!

The song sequences seem to be where maximum budget expenditure is incurred by the producers as the beauties are given half a dozen makeovers within the one song alone. The lad too is spruced up a bit, though in this film Rana doesn't own a razor as he is always unshaven, wearing a highly trendy six day shadow. Though he is a presentable lad, he is rather let down by his terribly squeaky, unmasculine voice - a huge setback in sub continental cinema for a male actor. He tends to become unbearably shrill and whiny during the dramatic scenes when he shouts. Clearly the high points of this movie are these sequences and the songs they accompany. The songs have HIT written all over them.

Madam Deeba - siren of the 70's - is now doing drab mother roles - the natural progression for actresses in the industry, and life as well. On the whole it's a poorly directed shambolic affair, tedious and boring for the most part. Only Reema's vampish performance lends some spark to an otherwise dull affair catering to the lowest common denominator. Admittedly, the Noor Jehan clone songs are rather catchy and one or two among the better tunes of recent times. We are also spared the customary heaps of violence and bloodshed for once. Yet, this film lacked what we look for in our Punjabi films in sufficient quantities - Oomph, masala, attitude and dollops and dollops of high grade sleaze. Middling piffle, not awful enough to be truly worthwhile!

However considering the general standard of fare churned out, it can even be considered a triumph of sorts.