Happy
New Year. 2020 ! Well, who would have known ?
Time does fly by , doesn’t it. As Ferris Bueller adviced, life is fast. If
you don’t pause once in a while, you could miss it. Or something of that sort.
Now
I really did not want to start this new year discussing a movie. But I too,
sadly , am running out of time. A tonne of things happening in my life, but no
time to really discuss it, contemplate it. Today, while in the gym, all of a
sudden, I felt like listening to some old tunes. I have been thinking of my
younger days for some time now, ever since this new year. Oddly, I thought of
looking up old hindi music, a genre which I totally avoid nowadays. The hindi
movie and music industry is garbage these days. And my search for hindi movies
landed on Kaho Na
Pyaar Hai. Now at the time, I did now know that it came out 20 years ago on
14th January. I found that out later in office. What a coincidence !
On
hindsight, it is amazing how positively this movie was received in its hayday.
Today, the absolute cheesiness and pothole size plot holes are obvious. But
back then, it seems the world’s largest democracy did not care about these
things. Back then, they got something they have wanted for long, but never got
to vote about. 3 hours of feel good, movie time, with good sights and
good music. Some of the songs still hold up. But the movie itself does not.
Like
swiss cheese, the movie is riddled with clichés. The whole double role story,
rich girl – poor boy track(second time the guy is rich too), the girls father
is a bad guy, so he arranges for the boy to be killed, he serenades her with
songs, he has a loyal and shorter sidekick, and a kid brother who is too young,
all her friends are ok with him, she has a rich cousin in NZ who is best friends
with the rich double role guy, she also has a rich male good friend but never sees
a romantic relationship with him, the rich desi in NZ has never been to India,
but speaks hindi & urdu without any foreign accent, sings hindi songs, they
are so rich that he never has to work, he just rides around on big bikes and
cars, he goes to India to find bad guys and all its dangers,and gets shot right at the airport !, finally beats up
all the baddies and decides to return with the kid brother, and she finally
falls for his looks again.
The
End.
If
released today, a movie like this would have bombed. Hands and feet down. But
this was 20 years ago, so the audience and critics lapped it all up. Me too.
The songs in the movie ruled the charts, people got some new dance moves, and all
the cheesy dialogues, and the nation got a new actor they began calling the greek
god.
It
would take Hritik many more years , and countless more movies to properly act
in character, and I think that movie was Jodhaa Akbar, when he finally learnt
to and spoke bespoke urdu ! I now read that the movie itself won so many awards
that it entered some record books. For what, you ask ? For serenading viewers
and critics aside.
Those
were truly fun times. We are all equally guilty of eating into the chocolate hero
movie. In a cheesy movie.
And
a part of me is still there.
PS:
Sample plot hole: In India, everyone already has cellphones. Mallik and Sirjee
converse on cell phones. In NZ, Sonia’s cousin, Neeta, has to get out of her convertible
to go to a red phone booth to call home. So she leaves her car on the main road
! It is at this time that Raj comes by without wearing a helmet.