Marigold proves just one thing: that it’s not easy to make a seemingly silly, singing-dancing Bollywood film. I wonder what Carrol’s intentions were—whether he wanted to make fun of Bollywood or was hoping to look at it affectionately or in awe. If he was seriously attempting a Bombay-style musical, then this one falls totally flat. It has none of that zest, spirit and style that can make even the most inane of plots come alive. Larter plays the badly-behaved American actress Marigold who comes shooting in Goa, lands a role in a Bollywood film when her own production gets stalled. She can’t dance for nuts and conveniently falls for choreographer-teacher Prem (Salman) only to realise that he’s a prince (when will this royalty fixation go!) who’s already engaged to Jhanvi (Nandana). A similar East-West romance in Salaam-E-Ishq held together well thanks to good performances from the lead actors. Here, they let us down. Larter is just about average. Salman hasn’t looked worse, with a plastic smile, a faraway look and a fake, incomprehensible accent that forces one to demand subtitles.