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Mere Brother Ki Dulhan – A non romantic con


Directed by first time director Ali Abbas Zafar and produced by Yash Raj Films, Mere Brother Ki Dulhan is a take on the age old bollywood formula of love triangles. We have been conditioned to foresee the end even before we step into the theater. And you are not surprised by the end of the movie. Love triangles to the Indian audiences are much like comfort food. But this comfort food was neither comforting nor edible.


Ali Zafar, makes his debut as the ‘brother’, the third corner in the triangle. And brightly does this corner shine. Imran Khan, reprises his role as the boy next door, Katrina is the Dulhan, completing the triangle. The movie is pegged as a romantic comedy. The romance is missing and the comedy is spread far and thin. But the movie does have its plus points, they are few in number, but they are there. Starting with the revelation that Katrina can dance. She did prove it when she was Sheila, but this movie makes you take note that she is not just a pretty face gyrating, but an actress dancing. She brings vivacity to her role, especially the bits where she plays being drunk.

Imran Khan seems to be getting quite cozy in the city bred chocolate boy mould, the London returned Ali Zafar sounds more rustic and in character than Imran Khan. True that the story doesn’t demand great histrionics from the actors, but you just wish a connect with the lead characters wa established with the audience. The music is the real hero of the movie. And there comes a time when you wished that the music was not really incorporated in the movie and was part of a music video album. The YRF stamp is there to see in the song productions, but can’t extend this statement to the rest of the movie. 

The movie for me fails primarily because of the excessive depreciation of ‘filminess’ in the movie. The movie seemed like a hangover of Namaste London. The difference being that the movie is set in India, Imran Khan plays the role essayed by Katrina in the first half. Things begin to get tolerable with the entry of Ali Zafar, but after his exit, the movie drags on for an excess 25 mins longer than it should have.

Bottom line – I would exchange my tickets of Mere Brother Ki Dulhan for multiple viewings of Bodyguard.

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