patient’s statement. A doctor tells another, before jazzing off : it’s on your head. Or words to that effect. Is this what happens in plush hospitals in the Capital? Scary.
The lack of a credible plot does the debutants in, the girl faring just a little better than the boys. I liked that these kids are not your standard Delhi slackers we have been overdosed by, that the Capital’s dark underbelly peeks through occasionally, and I laughed out loud at a hilarious set-piece featuring an old Jat lady. But these were just fleeting moments.
‘F*UGLY* begins with a hint of promise, and it could have gone down some paths less travelled. But it meanders, and loses its way.