STARRING: SHAHRUKH KHAN, ANUSHKA SHARMA
DIRECTOR: IMTIAZ ALI
One is a man who has defined romance for a whole generation. The other is a man who came and redefined romantic comedies forever. And the collaboration between the two was nothing short of a dream come true for every Bollywood fan. Unfortunately, the result is a film that is probably the first film in Khan’s career that is difficult to bear through its complete run time.
It is impossible to think that someone has sat down and penned a full-length script for the film, let alone someone like Imtiaz Ali is responsible for this nonsense. He terribly misses the mark this time. Ali’s films do not necessarily have a solid plot. Most of the time it is the emotions and the thought that drives the film and the rest is taken care by his wit and charm. However, this time around you fail to notice even one positive attribute that Ali’s writing’s known for. Everything is pure shallow and superficial which does not involve you once in the proceedings.
The plot is nothing more than an after-thought which has been mercilessly dragged into feature length. Remember, the first half of Tamasha where the film moves on without a direction and it left on the characters to keep you entertained. JHMS does that in the whole film. The characters keep globetrotting under forced pretext and we are supposed to buy into the silliness and get distracted by the beautiful European locations and charming frames.
And we would have. If there was even one redeeming factor in the script which was remotely enjoyable. Ali is known for creating authentic, interesting, modern day characters which anyone could relate to. This time around he tries too hard. The characters he creates are so convoluted and so indecisive that they are instantly a put off. Sejal’s character is the most annoying thing in the film and it felt like Ali is not even reading the last page he had written in the script and just kept writing at whim.
The relationship between the characters, their romance and the comedy, everything is forced. Ali is now repeating himself in terms of the themes and one had not expected such cliched uninspired execution from him. This is the first time where Ali’s work seems pseudo and indulgent where he is trying to imitate himself. His love for travel and Europe gets better of him and his story telling is terribly affected.
There are some interesting moments in the film which do remind you of the brilliance of Imtiaz Ali as a director but they are few and far apart. For the most parts, his narration is confused and after a point he himself didn’t know where and how to take the film forward. The lack of content is exasperated by his labored execution. This is easily his weakest film.
Only positive about the film is the performances by the charming lead. Despite flawed characters Khan and Anushka manage to rise above the script. Their sincerity and chemistry is the only reason the film is barely watchable. Anushka Sharma especially steals the show in many sequences even though she plays an extremely annoyingly written character.
Music of the film is not what one expects from a Imtiaz Ali film but is decent.
This is just not a movie review. It is a ‘Missing’ announcement for the storyteller who either got lost in the glitz and glam of the superstar’s aura or is terribly out of idea. This is not a work of a filmmaker but a travel agent.
Jab Harry met Sejal: frustratingly nothing happened.