i don't hate love stories, friends, rather i hate pretensions. i was really expecting something honest about the story as i went to watch the movie, which started in a superb honest manner, calling a spade, spade. very few would deny, if honest, that typical bolly romantic movies suck, they are nothing but the hegemonising tools that wash your brains making you think that love is great and divine. and hence, in india you find all love and relations spurious save the marital one. why the marital one? because it's the one which promotes constancy, as they think it. why do the hell you forget that whatever is constant, doesnot grow at all?
in its length, not only the movie itself sucked into the same crisis as the other bolly love stories, but it did something more. it made sarcastic fun of homosexuality, as if love is the monopoly of straight people only; commented upon multiple sexual orientation and pretended to preach you something; even it didn't spare to make fun of a male being feminine in features. please, don't preach. we pay to get refreshed, all of us have many papas to preach at home, at office, at---. if simron can be made to choose her life in the right way, leaving her childish mistakes behind, why jay was forced to succumb, leaving his own life for which we all [many, if not all]aspire but dare not to, is not clear. why people relish being servile may be an answer to all the bdsm stories, but that narrows down the market. many like to play simple, without domination.
the movie could have left jay on his own; could have tendered simron to love, and to be the imperfect one herself, rather than attempting to correct jay; could have made simron's childood hero understand that ringing in frequency does not necessarily mean love; could have left jay's mom to be engrossed in her own life without instigating jay to be a typical indian male;could have done many a thing, but it chose to suck---
and that's a waste---. what a waste! with such a pretty girl, a cute boy, what could have been made instead!
the music is simply superb. the only problem is that you can't even hum a single tune when you breathe out the hall. and i don't remember anything now about the cinematography in particular, and the story-line is to be blamed for it.
well, all i can do is to suggest a remedy---. you can negotiate with the bitterest enemy you have, plan to watch the movie in a single-ticket-share basis, watch the first half, for ten-fifteen minutes less, be generous to leave the rest for your enemy, and carry on your own.