No. This ain't no Narnia. Its about two Hindi Movies that has been released on the Fourth of July. And I have seen them, back to back, and am driven to write a review for what a lot of "Intellectual" Bengali people call trashy Bolly drivel and refuse to watch.
How about putting it this way? I have enjoyed the first two odd hours of movie watching so much that I was clapping and humming and jumping around. During the next two, I sat with my hands carefully draped across the seat in the front, trying to wish myself away to Someplace Else (Or even Tantra, for the Ministry of Sound thing yesterday). It could not be helped. It is, as my dear friend Mister Sukumar Roy puts it, "was hanky, now cat." (And yes, thats the correct translation, Peep. So where was I? Oh, of course. The movies. Or rather, the moves. What made Love story 2050 quite unbearable to watch was this really bad script. It was watching the poor Baweja boy struggle through his lines, dripping tears, and reminding me sincerely of Hrithik in Yaadein. I won't even go to the depth of drama he tried to enact, but Pappu, you can dance all you want, but you have dumb eyes. Can you please put on another expression, if possible? Where Hrithik can speak volumes with his, your eyes tell me, when do I dance? I mean, I know, you are an IMPECCABLE dancer, with an incredible sense of timing, and when you dance, your eyes light up. For future reference, I would ask you to participate in dance dramas, and dancy movies, and wear tight tees that show off your male boobies. Please. And you made the movie bearable because I could not really appreciate Priyanka Chopra running around in white, looking like a vestal virgin in one act and this hot red beeyach in another. I believe in all sort of reincarnations, but this was quite ridiculous, watching Hrithik Morph meet Rekha Reincarnate. I wanted to see a movie that was fun and nice, maybe the mistakes leading to a guy suddenly landing up in 2050 and bungling around, which would have been fun. But here there is no light. Here Anakin Skywalker uses tubelights (albeit glowing electric ones, but still...) to fight against the Darth Grover (Hoshi? Joshi? I forgot the name of the villain... not that he was much of a villain anyway, His Royal Evility was the scriptwriter him/herself who forced conversation where none was needed). Baweja beta's only good contribution (apart from the dancything) to the movie was that he can look helpless. But he established himself as the whiny, attention seeking brat, and totally ruined his image for me. And what's with the Age 23 thing?? Is that a talisman against Age 24 and up? Who are you trying to be, born on 13th November, 1984?? And do you expect us to believe that Priyanka (sorry darling) is '86 born?? DEWD!! Get a life!! Even I don't buy that, and let me tell you, I buy a lot of things in life, in general.
All right. I have vented enough bile over the Baweja beta. Lets look at the other half of the party. The film, the beginning reminded me of Chalte Chalte, where this woman is hearing a story from her friends, about a couple. I went... agh. Not again. But then, it began. Imran Khan. I did not really like him much... (I was biased. He was not as pretty as Baweja Boy.. incidentally, a good looking body and face can keep you in a movie hall. I swear), and when he first began, it was pretty upsetting to see a funeral, until the point you realized that just when this movie got serious, it ruined it all and became funny. Oh My God. And was it funny! At one point, I thought my bottom (yes, the fat one) will fall off the seat, because we were going nuts over the movie. I am glad to say, that the guys look so nice together, they just make up a team. Reminded me of our group, with the Singer/Rodlu, the Jignes, the Bombs, the Shaleen, the Jay, the Aditi, the Works, rather. Pappu can't dance. At least not in this movie. He can't sing, apparently (Yes, he was unbearable. I would kill someone cheerfully if he made me listen to Imran Khan ishtyle song at the end of the movie). But everyone was Incredible and so totally supportive of each other. And I loved the character of Meghna... beautiful Meghna who made a life out of illusion and dreams. I could remember a song by Everclear when I saw her eyes as she described her "gorgeous" parents who turned out to be indifferent and drunk.
I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it's over when I open them
I want the things that I had before
Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again
Hope my mom and I hope my dad
Will figure out why they get so mad
Hear them scream, I hear them fight
They say bad words that make me wanna cry
Close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday
Promises mean everything when you're little
And the world's so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in your eyes
Tell me everything is wonderful now
Please don't tell me everything is wonderful now
The very obvious sigh of "ooh la la" that came from women around the hall as they saw Aditi's boy friend showed their approval of a good looking rascal. And there was never a dull moment. They were not the force-friends or force-scientists, or force-anythings of anyone. They were humans, all living human passions embedded within them. I told myself that the ending made Aditi (I cannot think of her as anything else) look kind of a turn off with the short hair, but the strength came from within the movie, to see them all in action, so totally wonderful together. And not in the Everclear sense. I could feel the sadness, I could feel the "Lou" and I could feel the emotions that came from within. The horse motif was a bit of an overkill. In dreams, in discs, on the road, in carriages, even on the wall... horses were everywhere. But well, it was bearable compared to the cupid-fly.
Baweja Boy repeats, "I don't need luck, I have love." Here's the deal; you shall get love from the parents. If they are not mad enough to kill you because I believe you have just made them and the other poor sods who foolishly believed in time travel 80 odd crores lighter. I guess you need a time traveling device now. To run away to 2050 when you (hopefully) won't be recognized.
If only they made more movies like they do at the Aamir House. Jaane tu... implies the coming of a new trend, that was pioneered by Jab We Met and it reminded me once again, that just when you thought it was over, Picture tab bhi baaki tha, mere dost !!
