Director Willard Carroll has absolutely no idea about the disaster he has made. Not just direction, the movie fails to raise bars in the fields of story, screenplay, music and acting too.

Marigold (Ali Larter) is a self-absorbed girl with a very bad temper. She flies to India to shoot for a film, only to find out that the project has been folded due to financial issues. She looses her luggage and the taxi driver has left her stranded in a clumsy place in Goa. She befriends an Indian girl Rani who gets her a role in a bollywood musical. Here Marigold falls for the choreographer, Prem (Salman Khan).

A material that is even worse for a tele film is shot into a movie starring Bollywood superstar Salman Khan and Hollywood girl Ali Larter. Director Willard Carroll execution has failed. He has borrowed bits and pieces of a bollywood masala pot boiler and put it across haphazardly. The screenplay is far from gripping. The film starts sluggishly and continues to drag till the end.

Marigold has nothing to catch your attention. The first quarter of the film is spent in demonstrating the flaws in Marigold, the character. While the second half is about the union of the two lovers, Marigold and Prem. The movie drags to such an extent that the threshold of elasticity is lost. Execution is so amateurish that it has nothing that makes you feel excited. The script and the dialogues is what an adolescent would write for a school competition. Choreography is terrible. Music by Shankar-Ehasaan-Loy is ok.

Salman Khan is terrible and so is his dialogue delivery. Ali Larter is as fresh as Marigold, the flower, not the movie. Her performance is quite interesting. Vikas Bhalla is pure teakwood. So is Roopak Saluja -- absolutely wooden. Suchitra Pillai does well. Nandana Sen is unintentionally funny. Rakesh Bedi makes you laugh, for the right reasons. On a whole Marigold leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.