Its not the crap in the movie that bugs me the most, its the way ppl lump the same crap over and over and over again, with the Fat Punjabi Aunty next to me saying - ’’Wo Jana Gana Mana ka Scene kitna Accha tha !’’ - God ! Save this world and its diminishing intelligence. Some British kids singing India’s National anthem along with the Videshi but Deshi kid in lead in the middle of London......hello ??
For those who still havent heard of the story ( read recycled crap) - Amitabh is the ’’follow the house rules’’ kind of father with 2 sons, Shahrukh and Hrithik, where the latter turns out to be an adopted son ( or was it Shahrukh, I dont remember that...).
Whatever....so Shahrukh displeases Param Poojya Pitaji by marrying Kajol. So they move off to London (??). Then Hrithik grows up into a smart kid, and wants to bring Papa and beta together. So decides to do an MBA from London, just like his forefathers ( Ha Ha Ha ).
There, he flirts with Kareena ( who is Kajols sister)..then all the rona-dhona happens with Daddy coming to London etc...
I can sum up the movie as :
1 litre of glycerine ( 4 tears)+20 litres of Kerosene ( for all the pooja and haath jodo scenes) + 28 permeutation combination of Haath-jodo+ 2 sets of salwaar kameez for Kareena’s sento scenes ( rest she’s wearing cleavage-accentuating clothes....never understood her role in the movie) + tunes lifted of KKHH.
So ppl, torture urself, plz go and watch it on TV. May God kill directors who make movies like this in the future.