Karan Johar returns as a director after Student of the Year, which was a study of how rich people go to school. Ae Dil Hai Mushkil tells you how rich people fall in love – or at least, try to – and brood over a heartbreak. By taking a weekend trip to Paris in a private jet, of course.
The movie is a collective mix of Bollywood’s best ingredients. Karan might be wondering, let’s make a mash-up now, kal ho na ho.
Somewhere in London. Ranbir and Anushka meet in a pub. Go on a kissing spree. And then remember, ‘ohh, we had to introduce ourselves’. Like really modern, open-minded people. With some regressive attitude, of course.
Ranbir is quite confused about his career. He’s doing MBA because his dad wants him to. That’s the only reference to his course/exams/semester in the movie. The rest of the movie is a big vacation for him.
Anushka Sharma lives in London, by doing nothing. What gets her the money? Ye batana hai mushkil.
Fawad Khan’s role is almost non-existent. There’s no arc to the character. You can’t feel anything for him, except sorry. The locations have also been changed from Lahore to Lucknow, for improved patriotism. Sweet.
Ranbir bumps into Aishwarya at an airport. The two exchange coy looks. Ranbir acts like a total creep. But Aish ‘senses’ the heartbreak ‘in the eyes’ and gives her number to him.
Since when has life become SO EASY? Then after 3 months, Ranbir drops in Aishwarya’s city without even knowing her address. She agrees to meet. They keep lovin’ and lovin’.
And Ranbir goes from a man with no plan, to a man with an internet plan.
But all of it doesn’t add up to a crackling chemistry or helps brighten up our sunken hearts. The movie goes on, and you’re convinced it won’t get better. Almost like ‘Stage 4 cancer’.
Dear Karan Johar, you’ve already paid Rs 5 crore as a ‘penalty’. Please refund Rs 375 of the movie ticket too.
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