This review is
due for over a week. I saw I DON’T LOVE
U last Saturday afternoon thanks to a conveniently timed show @ Fame Neelyog,
Ghatkopar East. Or should I say no
thanks to them. It was one of the most
painful experiences in cinema in recent times.
Thankfully the rest of the weekend was uneventful.
I was pushing the review for this lousy movie every day but imagine my shock when PVR decided to release the movie this week instead of the previous week. What is the use of having the hindsight of a week and still preparing yourself to lose money or worse getting your patrons to feel cheated?
I was pushing the review for this lousy movie every day but imagine my shock when PVR decided to release the movie this week instead of the previous week. What is the use of having the hindsight of a week and still preparing yourself to lose money or worse getting your patrons to feel cheated?
The only intriguing
part about the movie ends with its title.
The colloquial term used between the three deadly words puts you off into
a false sense of belief that just maybe there is something reasonable in the
movie. Mind you, I wasn’t expecting a
fabulous movie by any stretch of imagination.
But I didn’t expect something this bad.
IDLU starts off
with an attempt at suicide by Yuvaan (Ruslaan) and the investigating cop in the
case played by Murli Sharma who finds a diary.
The diary belongs to a girl called Aayra (Chetna Pande) who has recently
moved to Delhi and totally loves the place contrary to what her UK based father
had to say.
Out here, she is
made to feel more than welcome and slowly but surely builds a friendship with
Yuvaan, who like most kids his age are suffering from raging hormones. His one
track mind eventually gets the better of him when Aayra calls him over when her
local guardians are not at home. Can you
blame Yuvaan for it?
But you
definitely can blame Yuvaan for leaving his video recording mode on in his hi-tech
cell phone. And then to leave the phone
unattended when he is decides to party the night and speak his mind about “Ishq”
(love) in the voice of Mika. The result –
the MMS goes viral, and embarrasses all concerned.
The eventual
intent of the movie was to push the media to take a long hard look at
themselves for blowing up things beyond proportion and without any
consideration for what or who the report may impact. Sadly, it is the weakest representation of
something that is a serious societal issue.
There is little
or no semblance of acting. Ruslaan and
Chetna Pandey are probably the worst finds in Bollywood in recent times. To begin with, they cannot act. They aren’t the best looking in recent
times. They cannot dance to save their
lives. If there is any future for them
in this business, it will be with their own money to produce movies. I for one will not bet on either of them.
If there was any
saving grace it was that one number from Mika which, if heard independent of
the movie, will be played often at discotheques over the next few months. I
have said this in the past and I will say this again – the responsibilities of
the censor board should be extended to achieving some quality in cinema. Maybe Bollywood should take the responsibility.
1 on 10. Downright ridiculous!!!
Watch the trailer
on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3esPpx-wfw0
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