I was obliged to see this movie by my class-mates who kept importuning me for not accompanying them for the films. I normally try to evade them as their main interest is the masala Hindi flicks, devoid of credible acting, teemed with amateurish clichés and ostentatious drama and completed with a happy ending.
This film highlights the tumultuous love 'saga' (as they mentioned) of Simran and Jay. Their relationship is equated into Jay's and then Simran's rejection with the other. By the time love pervades, the movie becomes drab and over-long.
The main concern of this train-wreck is the impertinent appendages made by the script-writer to generate laughter, which includes the character of the director to go bananas whenever he converses with Jay and only because he is a director and has to emote. Bottom-line -He ain't that funny!
Another irrelevant inclusion is the screen-time provided to Aamir Ali, who can decimate robots, a cryonically frozen primeval being, a senile turtle and a meditating ascetic in terms of facial contortions and expressions. In the first interaction with Jay, he comes across as an egotistical and cocky actor who personifies self-importance. He is constantly lulling after chicks and asks Jay whether there were any hot ones on the set. In the next shot, he is play-acting a scene where he is supposed to be comforting his lover, who's evidently on the death-bed. His countenance is so inexpressive and inflexible, I wonder why such an acclaimed director ( as the director in the movie proclaims) would cast such a weak lead. At least the lady who plays the actress seems more actressy.
Then, towards the end, he talks to Imran about his butt and to wear tight jeans to attract ladies. I could palpably see why the director wanted to include that scene. Dostana made people laugh (I was bored though) and gay references are a fad now. So, in the end when Jay cheekily tells him that he has a great butt in front of girls, he feels abashed and the girls distance themselves from him. But the scenes are so desperately seeking better comic-timing and cheesy giggles that it all falls flat. Please, promote anyone but Aamir Ali, because he seems to be the posterity of the Grand Old Oak trees.
Another bad apple was Sameer Soni as the whimsical director who made one commercial hit after another. He seems to be raising colonies of red forest ants in his pants as he keeps shouting at all times. But in the end, he somehow manages to influence Imran Khan (everyone who seems bad acts good towards the end to raise the actor's spirit and make him fall in love). But I think I have seen such characters before.
A sour mango was Sonam, who in the process of looking beautiful, has exfoliated all the layers of acting and emotions. Now, she seems to be a mordant beauty-queen who simple has to faces- a happy one and a bitter one. She is supposed to be addicted to love stories and feels that she is living in a dreamily lovable world where everything is right but realizes that its not and falls for the right wrong guy in the end. But, like most other actresses in modern Bollywood, she seems to have foregone the depth that she could have added to her performance. She looks tangy in one scene, then sweet in the other, then tangy, then again sweet and so on. Its like watching a cycle ride a uniformly bumpy path where the bumps are equally distanced from one another.
Imran too hasn't proved much in the film except that he is now completely a commercial actor (i.e, one that inexorably has to look buffed and beefy, sprouting a body-builder physique and having shallow acting skills or at least pretending to have one). He horribly emoted in the sad scenes, not even trying hard to show his love. HE tells Sonam "I don't know how but I have fallen in love with you" or something like that but in the end is left heart-broken. Well, even Rosie O'Donnell would have refused the offer because he recites those lines devoid of any realization. Another thing I noticed was the increasing emulation of Aamir Khan in the film that he tries to do, but falters miserably. He raises his eye-brows unnecessarily and talks more like the former. A few words of advice: "Do not become Harman Baweja".
Then there is the protuberant friend of Jay who plays the same way he does in the countless commercials that he appears in. Another caricature becomes does he alas....
Another thing that bugged me infinitely was the abnormally high usage of voice-over used childishly in the movie. Have nothing to take the story forward - use voice-overs. I advice the director to watch "Adaptation" where the voice-over has been adeptly incorporated.
The songs seemed uninspired and flaccid, the screenplay riddled with idiosyncrasies and the acting gives a looming feeling of boredom. Jaane Tu was implausible and a bit stupid, but had a few watchable moments but this has none. A commercial clap-trap like this deserves a 2 out of 10.
This film highlights the tumultuous love 'saga' (as they mentioned) of Simran and Jay. Their relationship is equated into Jay's and then Simran's rejection with the other. By the time love pervades, the movie becomes drab and over-long.
The main concern of this train-wreck is the impertinent appendages made by the script-writer to generate laughter, which includes the character of the director to go bananas whenever he converses with Jay and only because he is a director and has to emote. Bottom-line -He ain't that funny!
Another irrelevant inclusion is the screen-time provided to Aamir Ali, who can decimate robots, a cryonically frozen primeval being, a senile turtle and a meditating ascetic in terms of facial contortions and expressions. In the first interaction with Jay, he comes across as an egotistical and cocky actor who personifies self-importance. He is constantly lulling after chicks and asks Jay whether there were any hot ones on the set. In the next shot, he is play-acting a scene where he is supposed to be comforting his lover, who's evidently on the death-bed. His countenance is so inexpressive and inflexible, I wonder why such an acclaimed director ( as the director in the movie proclaims) would cast such a weak lead. At least the lady who plays the actress seems more actressy.
Then, towards the end, he talks to Imran about his butt and to wear tight jeans to attract ladies. I could palpably see why the director wanted to include that scene. Dostana made people laugh (I was bored though) and gay references are a fad now. So, in the end when Jay cheekily tells him that he has a great butt in front of girls, he feels abashed and the girls distance themselves from him. But the scenes are so desperately seeking better comic-timing and cheesy giggles that it all falls flat. Please, promote anyone but Aamir Ali, because he seems to be the posterity of the Grand Old Oak trees.
Another bad apple was Sameer Soni as the whimsical director who made one commercial hit after another. He seems to be raising colonies of red forest ants in his pants as he keeps shouting at all times. But in the end, he somehow manages to influence Imran Khan (everyone who seems bad acts good towards the end to raise the actor's spirit and make him fall in love). But I think I have seen such characters before.
A sour mango was Sonam, who in the process of looking beautiful, has exfoliated all the layers of acting and emotions. Now, she seems to be a mordant beauty-queen who simple has to faces- a happy one and a bitter one. She is supposed to be addicted to love stories and feels that she is living in a dreamily lovable world where everything is right but realizes that its not and falls for the right wrong guy in the end. But, like most other actresses in modern Bollywood, she seems to have foregone the depth that she could have added to her performance. She looks tangy in one scene, then sweet in the other, then tangy, then again sweet and so on. Its like watching a cycle ride a uniformly bumpy path where the bumps are equally distanced from one another.
Imran too hasn't proved much in the film except that he is now completely a commercial actor (i.e, one that inexorably has to look buffed and beefy, sprouting a body-builder physique and having shallow acting skills or at least pretending to have one). He horribly emoted in the sad scenes, not even trying hard to show his love. HE tells Sonam "I don't know how but I have fallen in love with you" or something like that but in the end is left heart-broken. Well, even Rosie O'Donnell would have refused the offer because he recites those lines devoid of any realization. Another thing I noticed was the increasing emulation of Aamir Khan in the film that he tries to do, but falters miserably. He raises his eye-brows unnecessarily and talks more like the former. A few words of advice: "Do not become Harman Baweja".
Then there is the protuberant friend of Jay who plays the same way he does in the countless commercials that he appears in. Another caricature becomes does he alas....
Another thing that bugged me infinitely was the abnormally high usage of voice-over used childishly in the movie. Have nothing to take the story forward - use voice-overs. I advice the director to watch "Adaptation" where the voice-over has been adeptly incorporated.
The songs seemed uninspired and flaccid, the screenplay riddled with idiosyncrasies and the acting gives a looming feeling of boredom. Jaane Tu was implausible and a bit stupid, but had a few watchable moments but this has none. A commercial clap-trap like this deserves a 2 out of 10.