Who missed the spell check?

Who missed the spell check?
When they run out of names, they decide to up the cool quotient by giving the spelling of the name an absurd twist which makes you want to squint long and hard at the poster and then throw a dictionary at them. I hope this trend dies a quick, violent, unnatural death.

And alternately, even if we are willing to forgive the spelling, Ishkq in Paris has managed to slaughter Before Sunrise (Ethan Hawke, Julie Delpy starrer) in ways you cannot even fathom. It is painful and the desire to smack Priety Zinta is overpowering.

True, we loved Zinta when she popped up on the screen – the happy Liril advert, the smart mouthed Preeti in Dil Se and even the somber Naina in Kal Ho Na Ho. We have loved Zinta to bits for her dimples, the crazy enthusiasm at IPL matches and the infectious giggle. BUT. Enough! You cannot expect to make a come-back with just those things. They are old, outdated and plain boring now.

Long story short – Akash (Rhehan Malliek) and Ishkq (Priety Zinta) bond over a train journey and decide to spend a day in Paris doing things that lovers do. A whole year later, Akash returns to Paris to be with her, but the commitment phobic Ishkq cannot relent. Boring. The movie has neither the zing of a romantic comedy (Before Sunrise) or the intensity of passion (Last Tango in Paris). It is insipid and tedious.

Zinta is all over the place with her bubbly self and it is painful. There is absolutely no need to be so bright-eyed and giggly if you are ultimately going to play the commitment phobia card. Did she forget how to act while she was busy hugging Yuvraj Singh? Because it seems that she just has no plans of upping her B’wood game. Maybe she should get in to politics after all, as she spoke her wish out on national TV. And straddling Hindi and French is no mean feat – Zinta messes it up marvelously. As if there were potentially more nails you could drive into this flick’s coffin.

While the movie can just boast of some very nice shots of Paris and a Salman Khan cameo, the French government should ban over enthusiastic Punjabi women from trying to make come-backs. We give the one star only for these factors.

The decently interesting twist is the play Maria (Isabelle Adjani) seems to be reading from – Ishkq’s love story, which is borderline absurd because the poor child is commitment phobic because of her parent’s failed marriage and what she reads out has almost nothing to do with what the director shows on screen. Lack of introspection much? The trajectory and the accent commit another harakiri. Ishkq in Paris is doomed. Period.

At the end of the movie Ishkq says – ‘This is a rubbish love story.’ Amen, sister! So who else needs a drink?
Jhinuk Sen

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