There are times if you absolutely feel that there's defalcation of account in Bollywood. And you feel acerb this if you watch a blur like HUM PHIRR MILEINGE.
The compound is simple. Add DILWALE DULHANIYA LE JAYENGE, QAYAMAT SE QAYAMAT TAK, HUM DIL DE CHUKE SANAM and KABHI KHUSHI KABHIE GHAM, agitate it anxiously and presto, HUM PHIRR MILEINGE is accessible to be served.
To put it bluntly, HUM PHIRR MILEINGE is ancient and outdated. You in fact compression yourself while watching this one. Is this real? Perhaps, administrator Manish Goel is absolutely clueless about the affectionate of cinema getting fabricated these days. The administration is awfully anemic and so is the writing.
Frankly, annihilation works in this film, except for a brace of adapted songs [Sandesh Shandilya], which, sadly, appearance up even if there's no situation.
Given its poor script, the actors go through their locations mechanically. It's sad to see a aptitude like Sarwar Ahuja getting bargain to such roles. Newcomer Kkhushi [veteran Tabassum's grand-daughter] gets no scope. Also, she could've done after those layers of makeup.
Vikram Gokhale and Smita Jaykar [Kkhushi's parents] and Kiran Kumar and Rati Agnihotri [Sarwar's parents] are stereotypical. The extra arena Kkhushi's aunt is loud.
On the whole, HUM PHIRR MILEINGE is arid stuff. |
