While Indians are collectively wasting three digit crores on watching Veere di Wedding and Race 3 here is a movie that went almost unnoticed at the box office despite having so much going for it.
The actors may be newbies but they acted better than many established Bollywood billionaires in a movie with an actual plot, story flow and character development. There was drama in the form of a genuine bromance, family frolic, a challenge between protagonists, beautiful sets, emotion and comedy.
With some movies the pace is such a drag that I wouldn’t mind taking a quick stroll through the park in between but the pacing of this one was just perfect to want to stick with each and every scene.
Literally every single song was quite the ear worm and a chartbuster over the last couple of months.
Sonu and Titu are very tight childhood friends – almost brothers – who watch out for each other to the extent that if one is in trouble the other will go to any lengths to save his bro. That emotion is nicely shown through comedy, camaraderie, and conning. Nishrat plays a fabulous villainista with very well measured acting. (9/10)
Veere di Wedding – brought to you by the big ad rupees of the Indian consumer goods industry! This movie is the perfect case study for Marketing 101 in Business School on the topic “product placement gone wrong”. I want to know how much Anil Kapoor charged Bikaji to show four bathing attire clad pretend 20-somethings sit at the pool in Phuket and chomp out of aluminum Bikaji Bhujia bags. I also want to know how much Amul paid him to show the mandatory fat person in the group of four girls eat tub after tub of Amul ice cream with a chocolate laden tray in the foreground of the scene. Once I get the economics of that maybe Videocon, Uber, and the at least three other brands that I am losing track of care to share how much they paid to get artificially placed into the scenes killing the mojo of the movie. Oh, wait! Did I say mojo? There was none!
Call me old school, call me prude, I have little patience for movies that are interpreting feminism to be the impersonification of vulgar, vagina-driven and very very immature. I used to not enjoy Hollywood movies for their excessive use of the f-word (506 times in The Wolf of Wall Street) and here we are making a full-circle aping the West with the c-word. Believe you me, I am likely the rare Indian outlier that doesn’t believe in marriage for the sake of marriage unless it has meaning, commitment and real intent but the way genuine issues were handled unnecessarily loudly in this movie was a complete put off.
Every stereotype found a place in this movie and was exaggerated to suit the Indian movie goer palate: extramarital affair, gay couple, broken family, NRI marriage, big fat Punjabi wedding, wedding rituals, one smart friend – one fat friend – one pretty friend – one rich friend group.
Shashanka Ghosh should focus on directing Indian TV serials because they could make good use of his over the top drama seen here and in his previous movie Khubsoorat. Poor direction and worse cinematography. (1/10)