The film has so many plot glitches that even when a viewer is willing to give the director a lot of room for artistic liberties, one cannot overlook them. The neighbours’ have a son, played by Atif Aslam, who is sort of courting one of Hakim Sahab’s daughters on their combined rooftop with the help of their respective siblings, who for lack of any other more fulfilling activity, keep an eye and make sure that the party breaks every day before Hakim sahib makes an entrance.
He at least sent his daughters to school till the fifth grade but poor Saifi never leaves the house, the only people he has ever seen apart from his family, are the neighbours. He is not fond of women in general and his daughters in particular, but he hates his eunuch progeny (Saifi) the most. He is a grumpy, old man who hates everyone in his family and uses religion to control them. The film opens with the president of the country in his office attending to business which shocked a few in the audience, including the lady in the next row who had some choice words about our president’s work ethics.īOL is the story of a Hakeem Sahib in old Lahore who fathered a whopping 14 kids of them seven daughters and a son, who is not really a son (this is an actual dialogue in the film, I did not come up with this cheesy line) survived. From the elitist of the Islooites to gota kinaree wearing ladies from Haripur Hazara to Army kids from Taxilla, everyone was in queues buying popcorns. While waiting for the film to get started, I realized that just like a mosque, a cinema is a great leveler. The cinema was packed and the queue was long but we were lucky enough to get really good seats. Everyone, their wives, five kids and dogs have already seen the film BOL so I decided to follow suit and headed towards the only decent cinema in the twin cities of Islamabad and Rawalpindi.