Ohmigawd! What’s wrong with the world?!! As if there weren’t enough love stories in the world to mess people’s minds up! KKHK (yep I’d rather use the initials, ’coz the title sounds like some lewd Dada Kondke movie)...is one helluva stinker.
Will someone please tell me why Hindi film heroines have to wear see through saris in pastel shades and get wet in the rain to be noticed by the lecherous hero?! Trust me I can’t get sarcastic enough when I say, I just luuuuuhvd the scene where Kajol & Sharukh Khan play basketball in the camp and Kajol’s pallu falls off & all of a sudden she’s transformed into this ’sharam ki mari’ damsel in distress!
I saw this movie ’coz I’m a big Kajol fan, (though I detest Sharukh ’Kkkiran’ Khan from the bottom of my bottom) and God was I disappointed! Ok so this isn’t your standard boy meets girl fare, but at some levels it’s even worse! For starters, it tries really hard to confirm that Indian men have different ideas about how their girl’friends’should be and how they’d like their wives to be.
Oops! I stand corrected. Did I say ’be?’ I meant ’look.’ Yep, that’s the operative word here. According to KKHH, love can be yours in a jiffy my dear sweet dainty co-members of the ’’fairer’’ sex. Provided you discard your pair of worn-out jeans, stop playing games (the basket ball, football variety, ’coz mind games are apparently still ok) and drape a gorgeous white /peach / lemon yellow, chiffon sari, grow your silky straight hair really long & learn how to sing ’’Om Jai Jagdish Hare.’’
Help! Will someone please tell Mr.Johar, love isn’t all about empty-headed, bubble-gum chewing teenyboppers singing ’Koi Mil Gaya’ to one another!
To be fair (& a li’l partial too), Kajol’s turned in a pretty decent performance, first as the sprightly tom boy in the pre-interval half of the movie, and then as the completely transformed (yikes!) Indianised version of her character. I’d rather not mention SRK. Salman Khan, poor soul, doesn’t really have much to do in the movie, except wear a happy-sad expression on his face all the time. Rani Mukherjee, I guess has done as much justice to her role as anyone in her stilettos could have.
But then again, who am I kidding? I’m no Khalid Mohammed! Though honestly, why this movie won the Filmfare is beyond my comprehension. Any guesses anyone?