Kinda late with this, but....
Some seriously stoned people made this film. The story just rambles, switching abruptly in the second half from one situation to another till you wonder what happened to the film you were watching. Imran Khan is called ‘Rats’ by a very possessive Genelia D‘souza who in turn is called ‘Meow’ and “no one else is allowed to call them that!” What are they? Like 7 ???
Trying to make it a perfect launch pad for pretty boy Imran Khan, the film has tried to go by text book format. It is the same old wine; in the same old bloody bottle. Even the whole story within a story is so similar to Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. Two young kids are meant for one another, but don’t know it! The ‘friendly relations’ shown between them is too sickeningly sweet and sugary to be taken seriously. Shah Rukh and Kajol did a much better job in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai at being ‘just friends’. Manjari and Ayaz Khan play a slightly twisted Rani and Salman to the main duo. The former is annoying, with her excessive girlishness and the latter tolerable.
As the much aired songs are the only high point in the film, the script just takes long strides from one song to another, the story between reduced to a hurried hash. The acting is terrible: hyper college yuppies with shrill astonished voices to register every emotion, from despair, to happiness, to anger and surprise! Naseerudin Shah, Paresh Rawal, Arbass Khan and Sohail Khan are wasted in characters that just bumble along disrupting an already screwed up film. Only Pratiek Babbar, who plays Genelia’s brother, a social misfit, is refreshing and comes across as a very pleasant surprise! His dialogues are a caustic whiplash, delivered in a disarming way.
I wouldn’t say I enjoyed the movie; rather I enjoyed the experience only for one reason, Seriously Twisted Humour! Also nice style of clothing. Naseerudin Shah is a dead husband who speaks out of the frame to his wife, exactly like Priyanka Tendulkar in the sitcom ‘Hum Paanch’. And the whole Rajput connection which becomes a mini film of it’s own in the second half is bizarre! Ratna Pathak is a human rights activist with very extremist child rearing ideas. The climax is a RIOT! A pukka, filmy riot.
You laugh not at the jokes, but at the ridiculousness of those jokes. You laugh not at the funny situation, but the thought that some one could come up with that situation! The film tries very hard to engage you, and funnily enough, somewhere along the lines it does.