This type of love ka the end
27 April 2013 10:17 AM GMT
Am sorry if I am using Shraddha Kapoor’s debut movie name in a terribly twisted way. I have lost faith in Bollywood romances, thank you Mohit Suri. But I have renewed faith in the new rugged brand of heroes - the Arjun Kapoors and the Aditya Roy Kapoors.
Aashiqui 2 is not a remake, it is not a revolutionary new take on what Bollwood labeled a romance classic of (our) yesteryears. It is ‘new’ in-so-far that the heroine has no hang-ups about premarital sex. Otherwise, Aashiqui 2 is a bad rehash with good songs.
Rahul Jaykar (Aditya) is a singer with an alcohol problem. He loses it on stage, claims he has nothing more to live for and wants nothing. His career has dwindled down to small budget shows where people take pot-shots and cheap thrills at getting him into a scuffle and flashing it on national television. In comes Arohi Shirke (Shraddha), a struggling artiste in Goa. Am not too sure about the exact love at first sight formula, but as the story goes – love can happen over picking up scattered vegetables from the street. Woe me!
Rahul convinces Arohi to leave Goa and return to Mumbai. He is clearly willing to go all guns blazing to make her shine. All is fair till Arohi reaches the stars and Rahul flounders in ‘pits of despair’, alcohol and the general lack of any work coming his way. It is not too clear what plagues Rahul more – his lack of success or the plenty she receives. And we have the hero ravaging through the ultimate ego battles within himself and the rest of the world as his life, relationship et all go plummeting from his penthouse balcony.
Art clashes with ego and then with love. Stock formula, I suppose. Mohit Suri builds the battle well. But ultimately what remains is a sniffling wide-eyed damsel and the hero who screams to be rescued. This kind of love is irritating, Bollywood has finally found a certain body part’s worth of courage to play up relationship outcastes and do away with stereotypes and there goes Suri dragging it all back to the ‘mar jayenge mit jayenge’ kind of love.
Shraddha Kapoor is pretty, very pretty. But it is time she learned to act. No amount of passion or fire seems to emanate from the girl. On the other hand Aditya leaves us very surprised. He impresses with a wonderful rugged simplicity that will make all girls want to get up and protect him. And cry copious tears in the theatre as well. He is an actor worth the time and thank god – he’s no pretty boy.
The songs are great. But thankfully you can download it for free rather than live through this sob story.
Aashiqui 2 is not a remake, it is not a revolutionary new take on what Bollwood labeled a romance classic of (our) yesteryears. It is ‘new’ in-so-far that the heroine has no hang-ups about premarital sex. Otherwise, Aashiqui 2 is a bad rehash with good songs.
Rahul Jaykar (Aditya) is a singer with an alcohol problem. He loses it on stage, claims he has nothing more to live for and wants nothing. His career has dwindled down to small budget shows where people take pot-shots and cheap thrills at getting him into a scuffle and flashing it on national television. In comes Arohi Shirke (Shraddha), a struggling artiste in Goa. Am not too sure about the exact love at first sight formula, but as the story goes – love can happen over picking up scattered vegetables from the street. Woe me!
Rahul convinces Arohi to leave Goa and return to Mumbai. He is clearly willing to go all guns blazing to make her shine. All is fair till Arohi reaches the stars and Rahul flounders in ‘pits of despair’, alcohol and the general lack of any work coming his way. It is not too clear what plagues Rahul more – his lack of success or the plenty she receives. And we have the hero ravaging through the ultimate ego battles within himself and the rest of the world as his life, relationship et all go plummeting from his penthouse balcony.
Art clashes with ego and then with love. Stock formula, I suppose. Mohit Suri builds the battle well. But ultimately what remains is a sniffling wide-eyed damsel and the hero who screams to be rescued. This kind of love is irritating, Bollywood has finally found a certain body part’s worth of courage to play up relationship outcastes and do away with stereotypes and there goes Suri dragging it all back to the ‘mar jayenge mit jayenge’ kind of love.
Shraddha Kapoor is pretty, very pretty. But it is time she learned to act. No amount of passion or fire seems to emanate from the girl. On the other hand Aditya leaves us very surprised. He impresses with a wonderful rugged simplicity that will make all girls want to get up and protect him. And cry copious tears in the theatre as well. He is an actor worth the time and thank god – he’s no pretty boy.
The songs are great. But thankfully you can download it for free rather than live through this sob story.
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