Ye shaadi nahin ho sakti!
What’s it about: Sooraj Barjatya is happily back to his roots; he paints a pretty picture of the demure damsel (Amrita Rao) whispering sweet nothings into her would-be husband’s ears (Shahid Kapoor is the latest to join the Prem brigade) on a moonlit night! The setting of this old-world romance is devoid of youngsters strutting around in itsy bitsy nothings, jet setting bikes and monster-like in-laws.
The conflict arises at the fag end of the second half (it has finally dawned upon the director that time is running by) when Poonam (Amrita Rao) suffers serious burns the night before her wedding. Just when you’re dying to hear some baritone voice screaming, “Yeh shaadi nahin ho sakti!’ the drowned-in-traditions hero prepares to apply soothing balm on his burnt bride.
What’s hot: Shahid Kapoor’s restrained performance saves the day. Even Amrita Rao (I’m tempted to call her Madhupur ki kali) makes decent efforts. Otherwise the flick, which suffers from the soap opera hangover of the ‘90s where women would get doused in flames as greedy in-laws haggled over dowry, has nothing new to offer. The fact that the maker manages to inject a social message into the parivarik scheme of things needs a mention.
What’s not: It’s the great Indian wedding theme that the maker continues to exploit. There is no novelty in the storyline except for the fact that Prem has laid his hands on a camera phone and keeps clicking his sweetheart’s pictures. In spite of making efforts to keep marriage prospects at bay, Prem happens to fall for Poonam after one chai session. Incredible, ain’t it?
The music also fails to strike a chord and only helps in stretching the length.
What’s that: With Poonam readying to undergo a critical surgery, Prem indulges in some pulpit preaching before he smears sindoor on her forehead. Apart from familial melodrama, the protagonist’s family members get down decking up the hospital and distributing mithai. The reason being that their beloved son is now a married man. What to do: I suggest you buy your grandparents a ticket for this soapy ride.
The conflict arises at the fag end of the second half (it has finally dawned upon the director that time is running by) when Poonam (Amrita Rao) suffers serious burns the night before her wedding. Just when you’re dying to hear some baritone voice screaming, “Yeh shaadi nahin ho sakti!’ the drowned-in-traditions hero prepares to apply soothing balm on his burnt bride.
What’s hot: Shahid Kapoor’s restrained performance saves the day. Even Amrita Rao (I’m tempted to call her Madhupur ki kali) makes decent efforts. Otherwise the flick, which suffers from the soap opera hangover of the ‘90s where women would get doused in flames as greedy in-laws haggled over dowry, has nothing new to offer. The fact that the maker manages to inject a social message into the parivarik scheme of things needs a mention.
What’s not: It’s the great Indian wedding theme that the maker continues to exploit. There is no novelty in the storyline except for the fact that Prem has laid his hands on a camera phone and keeps clicking his sweetheart’s pictures. In spite of making efforts to keep marriage prospects at bay, Prem happens to fall for Poonam after one chai session. Incredible, ain’t it?
The music also fails to strike a chord and only helps in stretching the length.
What’s that: With Poonam readying to undergo a critical surgery, Prem indulges in some pulpit preaching before he smears sindoor on her forehead. Apart from familial melodrama, the protagonist’s family members get down decking up the hospital and distributing mithai. The reason being that their beloved son is now a married man. What to do: I suggest you buy your grandparents a ticket for this soapy ride.
posted by Vijay @ 10:01 PM
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A lovely pair on earth
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