This movie is apparantly a remake of The Wedding Singer. I say apparantly, because I couldn't swear to it myself. I did see The Wedding Singer, but all I can remember is Adam Sandler's goofy hair. So, it's safe to say I watched this movie as an 'original'. Just as Adam Sandler Salman Khan plays a wedding singer. He falls in love. Gets stood up at the altar. Falls in love again. Gets 'stood up' before he can tell her he loves her. And then has to find the courage within to tell her and win her back (may the force be with you, Salman!).
The story is like any other romance. Full of misunderstandings and people who won't tell the other how they feel, but just jump to conclusions. Which just begs the question, are all men in Bollywood movies stupid? Women CANNOT read minds!!! The same question could be asked about women. Men CANNOT read minds, not even their own!!! But then if it wasn't for these horrible depictions of the human nature, the Bollywood industry would probably be reduced to a quarter of its current movie output.
Like any movie, this one also had serious flaws. My first question would be, how can a wedding singer who rehearses in his bedroom, afford to pay an entire team of approximately twelve dancers and six back up singers to sing at weddings for him? He must charge his clients a fortune. Then there is his nasty drinking habit. Let me say that Salman makes a really horrific stupid drunk. He is totally not believable as a drunk and should try to take a page out of SRK's Devdas. Speaking of alcohol, there is a scene *SPOILER* in which Rani downs three glasses of Scotch (I believe), instantly starts hiccuping and is drunk. Give me a break!!! Naturally there is also a scene involving an electrical guitar that doesn't seem to be plugged in, but that doesn't even bug me anymore, cause it seems that in India or any other country Indians can play electrical guitars without plugging it in, take for instance Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. And how about a girl *SPOILER* who has spent her entire life dreaming of an acting career, giving up the opportunity to star in a hot directors movie to be with a womanizing alcoholic. I mean, please, would you say no if Quentin Tarantino asked you to be in his movie, because of your sexist chauvinist boyfriend who has spent most of his life with his lips pressed to a glass of Scotch and his hands on some girl's ass?
But leaving all the inconsistencies aside, it's a nice movie. Salman is just bearable. It's hard to spend three hours watching a man who spends half the movie drunk, a quarter of it crying and the rest talking about love. Salman, grow a spine. Rani was quite adorable. Spunky and sweet. And she shows us that bhajjia can stop us from sneezing. The setting of the movie is also refreshing and quite picturesque. Some of the characters are unnecessary. Obviously added to offer a little comic relief, but in the end just plain annoying. The same goes for the songs. They just seem so fake. And... they don't stick. In one ear, out the other.
All in all, this is a nice movie. With a little work it could have been a great movie. But no work, so no great movie. Watch it if you like Rani, because otherwise watching Salman is a punishment with no rewards to make the pain go away.
**/5 stars
The story is like any other romance. Full of misunderstandings and people who won't tell the other how they feel, but just jump to conclusions. Which just begs the question, are all men in Bollywood movies stupid? Women CANNOT read minds!!! The same question could be asked about women. Men CANNOT read minds, not even their own!!! But then if it wasn't for these horrible depictions of the human nature, the Bollywood industry would probably be reduced to a quarter of its current movie output.
Like any movie, this one also had serious flaws. My first question would be, how can a wedding singer who rehearses in his bedroom, afford to pay an entire team of approximately twelve dancers and six back up singers to sing at weddings for him? He must charge his clients a fortune. Then there is his nasty drinking habit. Let me say that Salman makes a really horrific stupid drunk. He is totally not believable as a drunk and should try to take a page out of SRK's Devdas. Speaking of alcohol, there is a scene *SPOILER* in which Rani downs three glasses of Scotch (I believe), instantly starts hiccuping and is drunk. Give me a break!!! Naturally there is also a scene involving an electrical guitar that doesn't seem to be plugged in, but that doesn't even bug me anymore, cause it seems that in India or any other country Indians can play electrical guitars without plugging it in, take for instance Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. And how about a girl *SPOILER* who has spent her entire life dreaming of an acting career, giving up the opportunity to star in a hot directors movie to be with a womanizing alcoholic. I mean, please, would you say no if Quentin Tarantino asked you to be in his movie, because of your sexist chauvinist boyfriend who has spent most of his life with his lips pressed to a glass of Scotch and his hands on some girl's ass?
But leaving all the inconsistencies aside, it's a nice movie. Salman is just bearable. It's hard to spend three hours watching a man who spends half the movie drunk, a quarter of it crying and the rest talking about love. Salman, grow a spine. Rani was quite adorable. Spunky and sweet. And she shows us that bhajjia can stop us from sneezing. The setting of the movie is also refreshing and quite picturesque. Some of the characters are unnecessary. Obviously added to offer a little comic relief, but in the end just plain annoying. The same goes for the songs. They just seem so fake. And... they don't stick. In one ear, out the other.
All in all, this is a nice movie. With a little work it could have been a great movie. But no work, so no great movie. Watch it if you like Rani, because otherwise watching Salman is a punishment with no rewards to make the pain go away.
**/5 stars