Starring: Pakhi, John Abraham, R. Madhavan
Directed by Abbas Tyrewala
Rating: **
Startlingly flaccid and boring. Instead of making you feel for the characters, it leaves you disengaged and disinterested.
Starring: Pakhi, John Abraham, R. Madhavan
Directed by Abbas Tyrewala
Rating: **
The thirtysomething characters (or are they meant to be in their 20s?) are in the habit of using words like ‘ajeebs’ to sound cool. The film kicks off with Sid (John) finding his phone number mistaken for that of a suicide helpline. Good soul that he is, every night he talks to strangers on the verge of taking their own lives. His closest buddy is a Pakistani, Omar, and his sister Aaliya, reason enough for shoving in some unfunny ISI, Indo-Pak jokes. Then there’s irritating British boy Nik, hopelessly in love with Aaliya, who is willing to have his child but won’t marry him. The resultant commitment-phobia track is overlong and utterly lacks conviction. Meanwhile, the real story comes to play when John gets a call from Mishka (Pakhi) who is unable to come to terms with her boyfriend (Madhavan) abandoning her. Friendship blooms as she confides in John and he falls in love with her. Eventually it’s all about living ‘happily ever after’ but to reach that point we go through some messy twists and a far-fetched climax played out on the London Bridge. The film could have come alive a little with some good acting. John acts best when the camera catches him sleeping with his mouth open, the one genuine, honest expression that flits across his face. Pakhi looks too stylised, from hair to clothes. Though she tries her best in the emotional scenes, the ability to set the screen on fire is amiss. Madhavan is too nice to be plausible as the bad guy. The insipid cherry on the flat cake: Nandana Sen making an affected special appearance.
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