This is a typical Hindi movie. The only problem is that it claims otherwise. The masters of spin have portrayed this flick as a modern trendy flick, loosely modelled on "when harry met sally". It's NOT
The problem with all these titillating, modern flicks is that, they're rooted in this medieval hindi concept of "family values" which precludes premarital kissing and independent strong women roles and basically precludes life in the noughts. ('00's)
So it starts off in the land of bubblegum but then rapidly deteriorates to show that even underneath these "modern" folks lurks the heart of a true hindustani. Which brings me to the central idea which is "modern is BAD". You might stray into *modern* in amsterdam or newyork but your dil has to be hindustani.
They're basically taken the premise of When harry met sally, wrung out any resemblance to India today, replaced the fake orgasm with even more long drawn out moaning in the form of "parivar sab kuch hai" dialogues.
In the name of *hep*ness you have saif in what is probably the worst haircut since the last yeti sighting. And the only character with a scintilla of spunk (Isha Koppikar in a cameo) is promptly disowned as a drunk!
The movie made me want to kill myself in five minutes. Actually, strike that. The movie made me want to kill the person who forced us to see it.. in THE most painful way possible. It was as nikhil said worse than Yaadein. Worse than Dulhan Hum Le Jaayenge. Worse than any movie i've seen in recent times, mostly because it built up expectations and then lived up to none of them.
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