Cast: Armaan Jain, Deeksha Sheth, Kumud Mishra, Varun Badola, Rohini Hattangady
Director : Arif Ali
Indian Express rating: ½ star
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Boy doesn’t meet girl, because he already knows her. They are college mates, so they josh and jabber, without realising that they, gasp, love each other. With the dawning of light, comes adventure and broadening of mind and vision. And a happily-ever-after.
It sounds like a good plan. Till the opening of the film. From there on, it’s all downhill. Why does Bollywood bother with youthful love stories?
The director is the brother of Imtiaz Ali, but nothing about this film has the latter’s touch. The leads are enthusiastic but inept, though the girl has a little more promise than the boy. The plot is, hmm, now what is it? Boy and girl hit the road. But roses all the way it’s not, and they wake up to smell, not coffee, but strife. They bicker, yell and fight, using a most juvenile internet short-hand. We know exactly how this is going to end, and it doesn’t go well.
A jaw-dropping sequence sees Dinesh who goes by the name of Dino (Jain) and Karishma (Sheth) loping about a jungle. We are told it’s a “Naxalite”-infested area. “Mao-waadi, wassthat”, asks a befuddled Dino. “Hum Mao-waadi hain” declares a red-gamcha clad fellow, bhaago! And everyone gets to their feet, and stumbles off. But not before participating in an item-number with face-painted persons passing off as Adivasis gyrating around a curvy bombshell, in the middle of a clearing.
Was this meant to be a political awakening for two city-bred well-off ignorant-about-real-India young people? It would have been terrific if the plot had known what to make of it. But this is a story which ricochets from one awful point to another, involving the ladka and ladki’s parents and extended families, and the ladka and ladki hurling themselves at each other’s throats, before getting back to more tender body parts.
And this has A R Rahman’s music? Unbelievable dot com.