Love Story 2050
Cast: Harman Baweja, Priyanka Chopra, Boo Furry Teddy
Direction: Harry Baweja
Aspirins, tonics, syrups, head massage and bed rest might be advisable after viewing Harry Baweja’s Love Story 2050. If Mumbai in that year is likely to look, feel and sound the way it does here, you hope to be far away in the heavenly clouds. Or another planet.
Frankly, this lengthy sci-fi-fo-fum misadventure is sheer torture. In the near-empty auditorium, you even wanted to grab 2050 winks on the carpet whenever the not-so-special effects displayed a still-untampered with Gateway of India overlooking New York-style skyscrapers. And you thought the plan was to go Shanghai, not Big Apple.
Sky cars toodle along (hey, no traffic?), a tinny robot rolls Kathakali eyes, blue furry teddy Boo goes yoo hoo every morning. And Priyanka Chopra, in ripe plum hair, asks her room to be lit in a peachy pink hue. “Such a happeeee colour,” trills she.
Duper-superhero Harman Baweja combats aunties in wigs and bozos in Bruce Lee tunics to whisk Priyankaji back to a time machine – which has been invented by a hamming Boman Irani in a fright wig which must have required wool from an entire flock of sheep. Eeeps.
By the way, the future shock kababs are mainly served after the intermission. Till then you’re in Adelaide, Sydney, Toronto (not clear), watching Harman running-singing-dancing-woo-wooing Priyanka in hair that’s browner than chocolate. Fruit and nuts.
Anyway whether in ’08 or ’50, you just can’t summon up enough interest (forget caring) in this bhavishya bhookamp. Love or lulu lava, this?
Admittedly you do weep buckets-`n’-tubs because you see so much wasteful expenditure and so many junior artistes flashing silver-gold mascara. And you cry also because you want to coin a positive word or two for debutant Harman Baweja. Well.. umm.. uh.. he appears to be eager and hardworking.. but at times, looks as if he could also do with aspirins, tonics and syrups. Avoid this no-love-no-story.
Who's shine: Imran or Harman?