Via Darjeeling

Newly married couple, honeymooning in Darjeeling, runs into trouble. There’s a loud argument with a cabbie. There’s a shadowy man who could be anybody— a former boyfriend, a contract killer, a reluctant lover. And the husband disappears. Some time later, a bunch of friends meet on a rainy night in Mumbai, each taking a different point-of-view, and speculating : is this what really happened?

Interesting concept, ho hum execution. The husband and wife (Kay Kay and Sonali) don’t have a good fit. Vinay Pathak, as the inspector who handled the case in the hill-station, and is part of the Mumbai party, tries too hard to be a cool gumshoe. The whole doesn’t wash : the gathering where the strands are meant to be unraveled is dull, the clue-less characters are one track— Sandhya Mridul is the bitchy spinster who drinks too much, Prroshant is the aggressive drunk ; Rajat, looking aimless, and Simone, grating every time she opens her mouth, are the hosts who have the unenviable task of keeping it going.

And we wait for something to happen.

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