It is about this dude who wears his
wealth on his sleeve and this lass who wears love on her sleeveless sleeve.
With a narration that travels along cart speed and tells a love story whose
episodic parameters are totally alien to the here and now, you plead for some
thing fresh. Mentally and in treatment it could be a period film.
Can you believe that this young couple throwing attitude at each other are
yearning to smooch and it’s the length of their noses that helps keep the
distance. The first monsoon they are all over each other and yes in love.
Dude Bad (Sunny Gill) is working for a finance institution and believes in
conquests on his way up the ladder. Gal Good (Simran Kaur Mundi) is an aspiring
film star. Neither are at their careers seriously. Ebbing dude is Guru Crooked
(Alyy Khan). Also there is this Ms Rich and Lonely (Achinth Kaur) who is a
straight avatar of Bindu in Hawas.
Dreams, ambitions, sex is the new Sez. While the lass with attitude gets wimpy
and has gallons of glycerine, dude is out there sleeping with his clients. You
are now told that that success is made in bed alongside love.
Our ambitious Dude Bad also has a colleague Boring (Samar Virmani) who is chalk
to the cheese. Make the triangle into a rectangle with our now wimpy lady’s
roommate Lady Tuff Without Cause (Mansi Multani) Pair Two is supposed to tell
the contrast of Pair One. If you think this is clichéd to a fault you have
those out of fashioned lyrics played to strained tunes in the backdrop.
The next thing we are told that good guys find their love and ambitious guys
have fractured times and bad luck. It is a script so achingly divided on
straightjacket morality, that you just don’t yawn, you doze off. The script is
achingly full of platitudes. Our protagonist has been in bed: some times
honest, some times hot. Between these two is where morality delves. Our
characters, deliver mechanically and with the pride of a school kid who has
just got his script memorized and eager to deliver. There is piano over working
in the background. The film starts with Dude Bad with stars in his eyes and no
time for Dad Inquisitive (Yuri Suri) who looks like he badly needs to replace
the electric connections back home with Havell switches. After a couple of
hours and a strained script, he returns to Dad with a Vote of Apology.
You know when the bad coin comes back your bad money has run its course and the
script is exhausted. You are, in any way. The good guy goes back saying sorry
to all and sundry or in the alternative bashing up his adversaries. Quickly
done, it is time to mechanically tie up the loose ends. Our film-maker suddenly
realizes that there is no point in wasting any more footage, he decides to call
it quits. So all occupy corrected postures and get ready to bid adieu.
There has never been a more perfect cast ever. Each one understands the script
perfectly and gives the film it’s earned bland response. All blank, all meandering
in clueless stupor, all eager to occupy screen space state and move on. This
inspires you to move out.
Jo Hum Chahein is better titled Jo Koi Nahi Chahein.
L. Ravichander.