Another solid excuse to pursue my pending plea to have statutory warnings on such movies that are harmful to your mind and body similar to those that appear on cigarettes and liquor, Arshad Siddiqui's EK TERA SAATH 1:13:7 (why this numerology di) is a horrifyingly hackneyed torture that can easily put evil ghost to shame.EK TERA SAATH POSTER
A copiously shabby attempt right from the word go that mixes elements of a rom com and old school horror in this hackneyed premise that leaves no excuse for this torments experience that astonishingly makes fun of its own and the genre at one go.
Director Arshad Siddiqui pens this absolute boredom in which a depressive prince, Aditya Pratap Singh (Ssharad Malhotra - his spelling not mine) weirdly chats with his ancestors in his palace somewhere in Rajasthan.
Prince alarming's deceased wife Kasturi (Hritu Dudani) is the latest entry to his chat list. A mysterious death in the palace forces inspector Suryakant Singh (Deepraj Rana) to investigate and the cop meets Kasturi at night in white attire singing a song (why not, this is going on in Bollywood since decades).
Suddenly Aditya's friend from the US, Sonali (Melanie Nazareth), pops up from nowhere and falls in love with the prince alarming. Yes of course, Sonali is chased by Kasturi and what follows is a bheja boil event of the year.
An absolute joke in the name of cinema, EK TERA SAATH is a disaster in all fronts where craftsmanship is not just lacking, it's almost not there to be seen or felt.
The actors like Ssharad Malhotra who has done some work in TV makes a laughable debut. The girls are strictly okay. Deepraj Rana has some meat in his role while Pradhan is wasted.
If it was meant to be a parody on cliche bollywood's musical romantic mysteries then I beg my pardon to the makers.