Bollywood cliches don’t spare anyone, neither does the need to produce something familiar, which we all know requires your brains to be kept in deep freeze.
In the peak hours of a summer afternoon I was relived to be at a air conditioned multiplex, the exotic scenes of paris any cinematographer’s dream, keep you busy and more importantly calm.
Preity who is named ishq(yes that’s true) is a woman who has daddy issues, understandably flitches at the sound of long term relationships; meets Akash who is about to stay in Paris for just 1 night. Perfect jodi I say.
Paris, for a weird reason is thronged by hindi speaking people one of whom sells a dice to them; this love sex and party dice has a design flaw as the erotic part never comes up. The night opens up both the characters like a book. A few pick up lines are well thought out.
Priety shows why she can still by a darling of the silver screen and can be a good producer too, Malliek is a decent actor and performs well but without any other strong character the film crumbles. The plot is a tried and tested Hollywood mills and boons style but predictable and sometimes unbearable. Aakash’s friend, Priety’s mother and a item number by Salman Khan were just not enough to save the film and curiously enough her father doesn’t even get a scene but a photograph.
If it were the 90’s this film would have been a superhit but this era is unforgiving.