Jun 10, 2013 08:49 PM
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If one thought that Ranbir Kapoor could make no wrong movie choices, you needed to go no further than the nearest theatre. While I might sound overly critical of this piece from house of Dharma Productions, the genesis of my trenchancy is the trickery foisted upon us, the gullible idiot box glued lot. The ad agencies sell hummable tunes, that people around croon day in and day out to ultimately march you off to the nearest affordable silver screen playing the ‘talking point’ of the week.
The film consists of essentially three acts, each lasting about an hour. The first part of the film is a make believe trek in Manali arranged by makemytrip.com(in case you miss it) with a Bollywood style holi song supposedly in Manali yet with Russian women serried in backdrop.
The second act is the smallest of the three and meant to excite the poor us with fashionable sights of Paris with a camera toting desi flirting with every passing European(anyone who has been to Paris will tell you how snobbish they are about brown skinned people in general), and the last and the most dragging part of the film is a opulent, elaborate marriage party set in Udaipur.
Glossing over every aspect of relationships, be it father son, step mother - son, husband-wife or between lovers, the film puts in little research in any of the subjects, their backgrounds or professions and rather tends to rely on Ranbir's screen presence and the interjecting songs.
With hardly any emotion I could relate to, the cheeky lines that come far and few between keep reminding you that you are here for ‘fun’ and supposed to laugh at the banalities and so you do. One sees glimpses of'Wake up Sid'(an original work) and'Bachna ae Haseeno' in the character Ranbir plays. Ranbir for once takes a dip after the wonderful high of'Barfi'. Dharma’s Production values prevail over Ranbir’s leanings. This film will stick as a sore thumb in an otherwise impressive oeuvre of his.
